floodlightsandpaintedskies

[chlmtsdoll]

BOMBSHELL

౨ৎ @cinnamoncunt asked: can we pleaseee get an either art or patrick fic with victoria secret model reader?

Um, ABSOLUTELY ? Let’s do both ! Perfect timing bc I just settled on being a vs angel for halloween since I don’t have 2 bfs to do challengers this year. I’m sick of seeing the girls on my fyp who get to do it so this will justify my envy. 🤍

౨ৎ summary: it’s 2006 and you’re the opener for this years Victoria’s Secret fashion show. But unlike your other fellow angels, you have not one, but two supportive boyfriends just waiting to get their hands on you after the show.

౨ৎ warnings: 18+, smut !, threesome, p in v (unprotected) sex, oral (f) receiving, early 20’s Art and Pat, model reader, womanizer Patrick, shy Art, reader has dom-ish moments, flirty foreplay, pet names, dirty talk, Victoria’s Secret (the brand) mentions, a song inspo: Long Way 2 Go by Cassie

You might’ve been the only angel backstage with two boyfriends on her radar.

No, you totally were.

And that was fine by you when having the two boys under your wings was your own little secret.

Art and Patrick wouldn’t have missed it for the world. With not only their supermodel girlfriend being the opener for the Victoria’s Secret Fashion show, but fulfilling a great erotic teenage dream — something they both watched together during former years. In their dorm room at the Mark Rebellato Academy, while the other thirteen year olds would be up playing video games, or signing up for extra tennis classes in their free time, those two were glued in front of the tv. Creating a world of their own fantasy’s filled with angel wings and lingering far too overwhelming for them to even handle. Long legs, the bounciest glowing curls and pink bra sets filling the void. Their fascination with gorgeous and exceptionally powerful women at such a young age was far more vibrant than average.

It was what they bonded over from the very beginning.

Doing whatever they could whenever they could to find girls as close to what you happened to be as possible.

So when you came into their life, effortlessly magnetic with your beauty, superb bone structure, glitter dusted skin and a modeling contract — Art and Patrick had been at your beck and call since.

This was your peak. You’d really been here. Your I made it moment sinking in as you sat in the makeup chair backstage. The chaos of other models and their teams all rushing to get ready for the huge fashion show starting in just an hour tops was comforting to you, as an artist smudged on your cherry blush and the stroke of mascara running through your lashes before you checked your reflection in the mirror. Perfection to the way your curls flowed down your back, to even the careless drape of your robe hanging off your shoulder.

In the distance coming from not too far, there had been tousling wings parting as crew of models jumped out of the way, along with yelps like “what the hell ?” and “you guys can’t be back here!” coming from the group of girls.

And of course, it had been your blonde and brunette trailing through the crowd of angels to find you.

You watched with giggles coming from your covered mouth as the most handsomely men approached you. “What are you two doing back here?! You’re gonna get me fired and I haven’t even walked yet- -”

Art had a sideways little smile on his face, and eyes set on your face done up in shimmery makeup. You could nearly feel the way Arts heart had to be beating out of his chest just by the flustered look on his expression. Red and a tad dewy in the heat of the other barely clothed with mostly just rhinestones and lace six foot models surrounding him — but his focus was automatically choked up by you. On the other hand, Patrick’s eyes had been lingering all over the place, standing next to Art with a smirk across his lips as he had already charmed a group of angels nearby. Waving to them a bit with his sly attitude being just what they needed to get the fun pumping out of them for the show. As the girls all giggled to themselves and tried their best to look away, the brunette couldn’t wait to go yapping to all his friends or whoever would listen about all the hot girls he’d seen tonight.

You were so used to his cockiness contrasting Arts sweetness all too well, it hadn’t even phased you in the slightest..

“We uh- - wanted to bring you a little gift.” The blonde one spoke up nervously after clearing his throat, from behind his back, he revealed to you a full bouquet of pink peonies.

“Your favorite for all that hard work in the gym. The prettiest for our pretty girl.” Patrick grinned as he passed the flowers to you and you had let out an excited little noise as you took them. Your smile facing the two men as they watched your every girlish movement that they adored, smelling the arrangement in front of you.

“I- - you guys are too cute. They’re lovely.”

“You look bad ass by the way.” Art finally let himself breathe before chuckling with a smirk. And you grinned at him, pink colored cheeks as you stand to get closer to the men. Lean and in your six inches, Patrick shoved his hands down in his pockets just so resist the urge to touch you. Just a hip or your wrist. Anything he could while you looked like that. In all the eloquence of a woman that you were. Body so fit to him it was almost painful he wasn’t going into a spiral right now.

“Please confirm this for me angel.. can the wings stay on tonight ?” The brunette licked his lips carved into a smile of his own mischievous thoughts, Art then shoved him in his bicep.

You couldn’t help but let out soft laughter as you looked down at the peonies with shyness although your eyes had been full of tease.

“I can’t take them silly, they’re gonna be up in a museum.” You bit your lip as you smiled at your boyfriends. Eyes sparkling under the florescent lights of the room and the pair had collectively sucked in their breaths from.

“Ah.. course, course.” Patrick nodded although he’d still been eyeing you up in your pink stripped robe. “I don’t think they’d be able to fit in the limo anyways, they’re so big..” the blonde one laughed with the two of you, your eyes moved between them before you looked away with a naughty but playful nature.

“Yeah, well, I gotta say I like my pleasures pretty big..” your tone was smooth, as smooth as the way your hand then trailed, pink tips touching delicately over Arts belt buckle to Patrick’s leather as you made sure to meet both of the boy’s widening eyes. You turn back to your makeup chair with a little smile.

“Holy shit.” and “Oh my god.” Was heard behind your shoulder.

“Now go before you get kicked out.” You giggled. Patrick had knock Arts shoulder so he’d come back to earth and start heading out with him. You waved their way with your fingers and could barely hide your embarrassingly big smile, watching them fawn over you even while exiting.

As the show began and the crowd was roaring, the anticipation backstage was an overwhelming high with the rest of your fellow angels. You were first. And that was a lot of weight on your back. (not just from your wings) the moment you stepped on the runway, and the lights set on you, cheers were heard from the far back of the audience as your gleaming smile took upon your face. In your vs set, glimmering down the runway. You felt the adrenaline move within your hips as you not walked, but glided down the runway in a sexiness that had a sense of grace and girlish fun. Excitement big and bubbling through you as you blew kisses to the crowds of not just other models, but fans, legends. Everyone admiring you.

The front row wasn’t absent of familiar faces either because when you found Art and Patrick eyeing each other with proud grins, all the memories and moments of their early teen hoods was like a flashback through their minds. Art and Patrick would shamefully try and hide the way their cocks would tent as they watched one after the other angel strut down the runway. In bliss it was all the wanted to see it right in front of them. Now, that same feeling was on a different level when they got to actually leave with one herself. the moment you flashed a smile at the two boys from the stage before swishing your lace lined hips back stage — they started cheering even more than the others around them. You closed heavenly. And you knew you looked damn good with seven foot pink angel wings behind you.

♡

When the after party rolled around, it was all of your model friends to pour it up in celebration of a phenomenal show. The other angels had begged you to stay, keep dancing on tables and flirting with the guys at the bar — but your desire had been pulled to have your own little after party. But with just your two boys in attendance.

You let them take over your hotel suit with as much whiskey and champagne as they wanted, more wine and more glasses being delivered to your room would rack up a massive bill at the end of the night that your agents would take care of. You couldn’t give a care in the world as you’d been frolicking around that room in your gifted pink set, diamond bra stuck to your chest made you look from another world of heavenliness. Your heels were still strapped on and the r&b from the radio filled the area as you stood on the bed to pose for the camera of your blinged out BlackBerry. You had Patrick snapping pictures, capturing you on your big night. Even if you’d already gotten tons from the show, that just wasn’t enough when you had the looks of a goddess.

“Hell yeah, baby, that’s it.” The brunette edged you on as he got you from all angels, knowing he’d send them to himself immediately after you’d gotten your pick. You giggled with a glass of champagne in one hand, and your other pushing up your locks for more volume. Art sipping on whatever he had while observing you from Patrick’s side. Putting on a show for the two boys without even realizing it.

“Make sure you get my good side,”

“Are they not the same ?” The brunette had made an confused expression from behind the phone. You stopped from posing to reach out and laugh “gimme” you grabbed it from him and all he could do was grin at the way you had no idea just how much of a true bombshell were. Art sat on the bed closest to you while you pressed different buttons to scroll through the dozens of photos with a bitten lip covered in gloss. The blondes eyes ran over your skin, the way you sat in that little set, and the way he relaxed against the comforter of the bed with a shy grin made you look up from your phone to meet his blue orbs.

“What ?” You tittered, throwing your phone to the other side of the bed.

“It’s just, you were so confident out there tonight, princess. You’re always so.. confident. You didn’t even look like a thought of nervousness had crossed your mind,” Art reached out to run the back of his index over your glowing skin and you hid your smile in your shoulder a bit.

“I was so nervous.”

“Really ?” He sat up.

“Yeah, opening in front of all those people ? Live tv ? Half naked and in six inch heels ? I was terrified.”

“You could of fooled me.” Patrick scoffed as he sat on your other side, “what Art said.. your confidence. It’s so sexy.”

“Yeah ?” Your voice was slightly silkier as you look from the brunette to the blonde who were only inches away from you now, breathing in your pure seduction they couldn’t hide the need to want to get that lacy thong off you immediately. Taste what you’d been teasing them with all night long.

“like.. what if my heel got stuck ? …what if I fell ?”

“No way, your- effortless.”

“But would you have rushed to save me ?” You leaned in close to the brunette, batted you lashes with a subtle pout. And it was then that rare occasion when Patrick had gotten choked up on his words occurred. You gave him your sweetest eyes, and smirked at the way his vision trailed down to your lips from there. Hands going to slip around your thigh.

“Who wouldn’t ?” You then heard the blondes voice come in slowly. He watched you turn away from Patrick’s embrace to now focus on him.

Arts eyes meet yours and that sugary smile you always carry returned to your face too soon. You followed what he laid down. Leaning in Arts path now, your lips landed against the blondes. Slow and with ease you kiss and the tension in who’d entrance you first was settled. Art slipped a hand in your waves, he moved his mouth against yours like it had been second nature to him and you sat on your knees to deepen it, tongues running against one another and a soft “mmm” came from the back of your throat as he surprised you with his newfound control over his movements.

Lost in the kisses as your lips smack against one another continuously, the lip stain of your liner now smudged across arts mouth, the blonde groaned. Patrick, felt his hard on grow viscous as he scanned the two of you. And Art, way beyond that point, could of came if it went on just a few more minutes.

You grab on to his curly locks as you pulled him away, softly panting with a smile. Arts lips were lingering nearby as you closed your eyes to peck them one last time before brushing your thumb against his bottom one with a giggle, your view flashes Patrick’s direction.

“Now, are you gonna make me cum or what ?” You sigh before letting your back hit the sheets behind you, leaving the two to fend for themselves at once. You watched Patrick’s digits run over your front side, hunger in his as while feeling up your skin. Art already leaned in to find his place between your legs — the other following when he got the memo. “mmm, you smell like paradise..” Art had his nose pressed against your lace covered cunt. He breathed deep for your sent to fill his senses, and Patrick kissing up your thigh. You observed with a bitten lip as you play with the strap of your bra.

“She is paradise..” was the brunette’s response, he nibbled a bit on the plushness of your thigh and you squeal excitedly. Both boys struggle to let the other get your panties out of the way, you were amused to watch them. You just lifted your legs so it would be easier. They settled on the side since your set had been hot anyways. One leg on the shoulder of the other, you felt a digit come in contact with your clit — already letting out a soft whimper. A tongue laid a stripe up your cunt, and it felt like sweet relief.

Art took his time with going from kissing to lapping at your core, setting his tongue flat then flicking up to your folds, Patrick focused on your clit. Sucking till his lips find their way to eating you in rhythm. Your eyebrows knit together as you let out a higher pitched noise and stuffed your hands into their hair, the overwhelming sensations washed over you. Moans echo clean from your throat. “oh- yeah… good boys.” you heard more groans vibrate from your core and that made you grin. All while now reaching for the pillows above your head as the boys make your legs shake and tremble. You gasp, muttering curses under your breath.

They were too good just oral wise. It had your nails clawing at the sheets in no time as they let all their craving for you out on your pussy, it pushed you into a climax fast.

“Mmm, yes- - fuck !” you whine as you start to cum on the tongues that were fucking into you, even their licking and sucking after your soaked cunt made you shutter. Your grip on the sheets letting up slowly as you came down with a soft sigh. Art rubbed the back of your thigh as he leaned up with the other, they both sat back with their chests heaving and very visible bulges showing from behind their jeans.

You cracked a honeyed smile. “Okay. Let me see those cocks.” You rise to your elbows after the order and the men take no hesitation to get their buttons undone. Your smile turning to a darker smirk soon enough in anticipation.

“She wants to play, huh ?” Art’s lips curled into a grin as he looked up at you whist shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs, Patrick already way ahead of him as he chuckled,

“Always a bad girl under all that sweetness,” the brunette joked as he playfully pulled on your foot and you yanked it away with a giggle. “You know I can’t help it.” You lean up to see the sight in front of you. Both men hard enough to keep you up till sunrise and your eyes light up right then. “Oh, look what we have here..” your tone was playful as you got closer, keeping an eye on them but also the way both their pretty cocks stood in excitement for you.

Reaching out you went to Patrick first. Letting your soft but experienced hand stroke him a bit, just to feel his thickness grow in your embrace.

“Shit..” the word slips from him and you sucked in your bottom lip as you went to work, innocently watching his expression as you stroked him so calmly but with devotion.

“Y’know… I never got a kiss.” The man uttered and you scoffed kittenishly before hovering your lips above his, smooching just once before Patrick went in hot, reaching behind you to palm at your ass and inch you forward to him. You yelped mixed with a string of giggles, pushing him down on the bed so you can climb on top of him.

“Get this off,” your voice was playful and flirty as you pulled Patrick’s shirt over his chest and arms. “You too, Art.” the blonde was quick to follow.

Your dripping core was just inches above Patrick's erect member. You sat at top of his body, just smiling and admiring the view. But it was a known fact the man underneath you was quite impatient, especially when you’d been running your hands down his chest the way you were, acrylic nails doing their own thing by the texture of the hair lightly trialed there.

“You gonna show me how you ride like an angel, princess ? Or should I do it myself ?” You were blushing right after his words, nodding a bit, your hands lead down farther to find his dick, brushing it up against your clothed slit as you sucked in your breath. With just a couple adjustments, you were leaning up so you could fit Patrick’s thick and full cock inside of you. A whimper immediately breaking through you as you sunk down. And the brunette didn’t hold back for a second as he held your hips, thumb kneading against the mesh fabric of your panties and watching the way you move so gracefully above him.

Art was too drawn in by the scene to have even remembered to get himself prepared. He hadn’t touched his cock, but you knew what to do.

Reaching out, you gently took Arts chin in your palm as you brought him close. Still going up Patrick’s cock as you kissed the blonde nice and slow. You all were beginning to be a mess of moans. “Touch yourself while we fuck, okay ?” You whispered against Arts ear. It caused him the most delightful chills. He didn’t think twice as his own hand went to his cock. And you started bouncing on Patrick, whimpering and moaning out like their hadn’t been people in the next door rooms — your hair springing off your skin with you.

“There you go, doll… take my dick. You’re so fucking hot.” Patrick grunted as he held your waist so you could fuck yourself against him, leaving no space between as you rocked yourself on his lap. Your mouth went agape when he readjusted to pound up into your tight hole,

“Yeah- - was I the hottest angel out there tonight ?”

“Fuck yeah..” the brunette grabbed you with roughness so you’d been flush with his chest, you smiled as he made your pussy clench hard frantically and your moans turned into stuttering whines. Taking him like this, you knew you’d cum. So you then hit on his chest to let you up, that way you could save your next high just a little longer.

“Oh- - shit… shit,” you climbed off of the man and sniveled out as you flipped your hair out of your face.

“Oh my god.. baby, I was so close.”

“Not yet. Art, come fuck me.” Your directness had turned the blonde on so much he could feel his cock twitch at your words. He met you, and with one look at your gorgeous set gaze on his and a smirk on your lips it set his thoughts wild. His tongue darted out to wet his own lip as you smiled up at him, you finally got rid of your bra now, and slipped off your panties before placing a hand on his neck tenderly as the other slid up his chest. Arts eyes locked with yours, he just watched you with a coy little sideways smile. And when you turned around, your ass was at his crotch, you were bending over near the bedspread and he sucked in his breath. “Oh, shit..” the blonde muttered. And it made you giggle girlishly.

You were pushing your soaked pussy on Arts member, “my god, you’re so wet.” He announced just ready to pump you full himself, but he knew he wouldn’t want anything to ruin the sweetness of the moment. So he let his tip meet your core, you observed with wide eyes, his dick perfectly pink and dripping of pre cum. You were practically salivating at the sight. “Fuck her good, Art.” Patrick chimed in and the blonde pushed into you with a deep groan leaving his throat, you gripped at the sheets as your face scrunched up and your jaw went hanging. Art slowly moved his hips against you, mouth agape at the sight of your ass against him heavily. Arts hand kneaded against your hip.

You spread your legs a little farther apart to take him. All of him. Moaning like you’d been split in half, Art started to thrust nice and easy. It made you reach back to grab his muscly arm for support and he grunted from the sight of your teasing eyes watching him, you always just had to see Arts face whenever he fucked you, because he was so pretty. Especially like this — chest glistening and damp curls as he made escalating noises exit you. You regularly told him he would be successful if he ever gave modeling a shot. Although he never believed you, thinking you were just being kind. But you really meant it. Art was delicious on the eyes. And not that he took any away from Patrick (him being too pretentious even for the modeling industry anyways) but they each had their own beauty to serve in different ways. Arts gorgeousness came straight from good genes. And just like his face, so did his cock. Wonderful and thicker than most guys his age, especially when he put it to good use like you and Patrick occasionally showed him.

You smile beneath your bitten lip and mewls at your other delectable boyfriend, Arts sly grin was in response and when he pounded into you faster, you felt the bed shake. You couldn’t hold back as you began to scream his name. It was always in the front of your mind to make Art feel good when you knew he struggled with his shyness at times unlike the brunette.

“Yes ! Yes, oh fuck- - make me cum, Art !”

“Yeah ? ..You like that ?” The blonde huffed as he snapped his hips into you,

“Uh hu… harder- - fuck it, just like that.”

Art let his hands palms at your ass, then slide up your torso to cup your breasts. Gripping them in his hands as you slid yourself up and down his member. “Your tits are fucking perfect, oh my god.” You felt slick running down your inner thigh, sheets tight in your palms as your eyes began to roll.

Patrick who watched right beside Art, was jerking himself to the sounds of your syrupy moans. You looked too angelic on Arts cock, he couldn’t help it as his free hand smacked down on your ass while you fucked yourself on Art. It made you both groan. And you loved it, your flirty smile said it all.

Art felt full enough to cum in you right then, the sight of your cunt spread against him was starting to make his head spin. “I’m gonna fill you up pretty girl, you ready ?” It was quick thrusts and a mixture of your half screams and half moans of “fuck, Art!” Filling the noise of the room before you were gushing around his dick. And he was spilling inside of you like that, an uncontrollable amount of his seed was painting your walls and the blonde made sure to get every last drip of it in your sweet cunt. The other man l beside him pumped his cock quick to releasing on your back side all with a string of groans and curses.

You didn’t collapse on your stomach just yet, not only the feeling of the two boys marking their territory on you being too excellent of a feeling to end just yet, but because Art crouched to lick at your puffy cunt. He tasted the mixture of you and him (with Patrick flowing into the mix) as you let out soft whimpers against the pillows. The brunette gripped your ass cheeks to help and you wiggled from the pleasure with a sigh of giggles. “naughty girl.” He smirked, the other licked up what was left of all of you like a pro. Your toes flexed and curled with the punch of his tongue.

“Fuck. That was amazing. You were amazing. ” Was all he could say when he collapsed on he comforter beside you with a deep breath and you turned on your back too. Slowly coming down from trembling. Art wrapped an arm over your body as he rested against your shoulder and you smile.

“That was the most fun I’ve ever had- - ever.” Your laughter was light and Patrick to your side got close to your body too, you let your hand gently caress his jaw.

“They weren’t gonna give you that at the after party we’re they ?” He grinned.

“No. Definitely not.” you shook your head with the sweat on your face only making your half ruined makeup look better somehow. Your love spell body shimmer still stuck to your skin and even got on Art and Patrick’s sculpted bodies pretty nicely as they gently rubbed you down. You smiled before tapping above your cheek bones, and both of your boys knew what to do. They left a two sweet kisses for you.

[zephyrchama]

It is said that at times when a choice has to be made, everyone has an angel and a devil on their shoulder. These beings will try to influence a person's morals for right or for wrong.

You thought it was an exaggeration or something that only happened in cartoons. Yet here you stand, in the middle of a market trying out new foods, with Lucifer over one shoulder and Simeon over the other. They're arguing about which treats you should buy. As calm, rational adults, they aren't raising their voices or coming to blows. They're not making a scene at all. But there's a certain fire in their eyes and a stubbornness not to back down, keeping the two of them competitively breathing down your neck until you've made a choice.

"This one is similar to what I made you last week." Simeon points to a high-quality product on the top shelf.

"It's expensive. For that price, you can get two of these." Lucifer points to another product on a lower shelf. "I know you'll like them."

"That's too much. We can't have you getting sick from overeating. How about this? It's fluffy and light." Simeon tries to put a snack in your hand.

Lucifer knocks the angel's arm aside and puts his own recommendation in your hand. "This is made with rare ingredients from across the Devildom. You won't get a chance to try it again."

Two iron grips take hold of your shoulders as Simeon and Lucifer smile at each other. Two irked and vaguely threatening smiles, void of actual positive emotion. You consider just buying a keychain instead.

[forcemeanakin]

ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ'ꜱ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴇɴꜱᴇɴ

Okay so this is a alternate of @hanasnx starlet!reader but with my own little twist because I just love the scenery and the glamour of the shows <3 So I present to you: VSangel!reader x Hayden Christensen (let's ignore the fact that I've been working on some of these scenarios for YEARS now).

This is hella long and nsfw, so beware. 3K.

Previous inspo: Link

BACKGROUND:

Hayden has probably seen you in a big billboard before, maybe an ad on TV, but didn't remember your name. He thought you were hot though. A pretty little thing that was probably out of an old man's league anyway.

You are in your 20's, so you grew up with the Star Wars prequels and without a doubt Anakin Skywalker was your childhood crush. Posters on your walls, watching other movies Hayden was in just to see him. Most of your classmates probably made fun of your Star Wars obsession because you were only into it because of the hot guy in Revenge Of the Sith. How wrong they were!! It was also because of the hot guy in AOTC!

Also you're like a total SW geek, but we'll talk about it later.

THE BEGINING: How did you two meet?

Considering that both of you are from different areas of show business, you had to meet in a common ground. I don't see Hayden going to a fashion show before you (and then that's the only place paparazzi can catch him for sure <3). So after a lot of thought, you two met at an Award show (my mind goes automatically to the Tiff Tribute Awards). Or more specifically, the after party.

I picture Hayden saying hello to a couple of people he knows before heading to the bar and sticking around there, just sipping on his drink and greeting whoever comes along to shake his hand and pat his shoulder.

You already saw him back on the red carpet, making your best effort to not get your drooling face captured by a paparazzi. Your stunning dress and detailed makeup made you look like a million dollars !!!

And he noticed. Fuck, did he notice.

Walking by the bar, after pep talking yourself into talking to him for like half an hour, you pulled up right beside him to order yourself a drink. A cosmo or some shit like that. Very fancy and pretty, like you.

He was hypnotized by you the second he saw you up close. Actually, the second he saw your ass swinging his way.

That was it. You two were done for the moment your gazes crossed.

He made the first move, saying a polite "hey" and offering to call the bartender for you.

You were batting your eyelashes, grazing his biceps with your long nails and giving those "fuck me eyes" that worked every time. Someone so much more mature and wise, you didn't think he would want you for something besides fucking, so why did it matter if you were a bit sluttier than you were used to?

But you started talking and it was an actual good conversation. He seemed interested in getting to know you and his jokes actually made you laugh. He was all smooth with his compliments and subtle stares at your dress.

I feel like he would give you a nickname from the very first night. Something related to your attire or the sparkle of your eyes, accentuated by the glittery eye shadow.

It would be a downright shame to let that amazing chemistry go to waste for a meaningless hookup. Luckily he didn't let that happen.

Like a true gentleman, he walked you to your car, using the back door and called it a night. Not before asking for your number and teasing a goodnight kiss.

The next day, while you were getting ready to shoot a campaign, you receive a text from an unknown number, but you immediately knew who it was.

"Hey, starlight." There's a whole other version of this with them meeting over a smoke break, but I know that's not everyone's cup of tea.

BEFORE AND AFTER YOU:

Okay so let's set some things straight. Hayden's not a public guy. he hates having his private life printed on newspapers and he's not a fan of social media. At all. Heck. he doesn't even like to leave his house on weekends. But after you? He had to get used to it. You're this generation very own Gisele Bündchen. You're everywhere. You're everything. You are the fashion world. So paps are very much included in every moment of your life.

BEFORE GOING PUBLIC:

You tried to keep it hidden as much as you could. It was not very hard with you traveling almost every day and him living in LA, at his new house. And whenever he could, he escaped to his own little paradise in Canada.

So texting was basically everything you could do.

He even learned new lingo just to keep up with you :)

But you both craved more, so the next time you were in LA, you were going to grab dinner.

The damn paps got a few pictures of you and that's when the rumors started.

At first not many people recognized him, mainly because the pictures were taken from behind him, but the curls and the outfit ratted him out to a few observant fans.

But media didn't believe them, I mean, why? And the selected group that decided to run with that narrative used headliners like: "how the fuck did the awkward guy from SW pulled y/n's ass?"

After weeks of trying to be low-key for his sake: going on coffee runs using his caps and sunglasses so people wouldn't recognize you, having dinner dates at his house and/or choosing far away locations to stroll with a bit of privacy; you gave up. Your already public life was catching up with you two. So it was better to ride the wave than to escape it and fail in the process.

BUT BEFORE ABSOLUTELY GOING PUBLIC, I love the idea that interviewers were trying to drag the information out of you. Maybe at a red carpet or at an interview with a digital magazine, people would throw you some questions to see if you bite the bait:

"So, Y/n, who's your favorite SW character?"

And you would grin knowingly but never backing down. Your answer would vary from Obi-Wan Kenobi (to mess with Hayden) or R2 when you felt like sharing some of your SW passion.

But right before you two decide to go full-on public, you decide to mess with them, for your own entertainment: "You know, I do have a soft spot for Darth Vader."

PEOPLE GASPED AT THAT CRUMB OF CONFIRMATION.

GOING PUBLIC:

It was at a red carpet

You two went in separate cars

Hayden walked first, having his picture staken and signing autographs while you barely arrived at the event

The second you entered the carpet the cameras went off on you, total focus on getting pics of your designer dress

You were posing like an absolute goddess, answering some questions with wit, trying to spot your boyfriend with the corner of your eye

Finally you locked eyes and he raised a dubious eyebrow, like saying: "Are we seriously doing this?"

And you gave him a bright beam, stretching your arm to him as he walked to you, taking your hand and kissing the inner side of your forearm before placing it on his shoulder. Fingers dropping to your waist and pulling you to him while you laugh, his mouth lowering to your ear to whisper: "You always get your way, huh?"

You chuckled and kissed his cheek, you two turning to face the cameras, just for a few seconds before moving on.

DATING:

I'll not get into the heavy details of how you two managed to make your relationship work, with your traveling and photoshoots, because fuck that. I'll only say that there was a lot of sexting and he was a fucking natural at it. Mile high club as well.

You two would still try to remain unrecognizable by the paparazzis but more chill this time.

That meant having more pictures of you on your candle lit dinners or your fun Sunday mornings in the park out there.

I JUST KNOW THERE'S A PICTURE OF YOU KISSING IN THE PARK. YOU ON YOUR TIPPY TOES WHILE YOUR ARMS ARE AROUND HIS NECK. BIG GRIN ON YOUR FACES, LIKE IT WAS TAKEN SECONDS BEFORE YOUR LIPS MADE CONTACT.

The media would still release some mean headliners but thanks to the dilf culture cultivated in social media, some were actually rooting for you. Oh, and fans were torn between you; hating you because you were clearly fucking him and loving you because since your relationship started, you gave them more Hayden content.

The SW questions were constant in the interviews and talk shows, to the point that you were always brought some type of SW merch: a Grogu plush, a kids lightsaber, a little R2 replica. Whatever it was, it was always pulled whenever the question about you and Hayden was brought up.

You still kept answering "Obi-Wan" with a laugh and no additional information. "He has the high ground." You shrugged your shoulders, shaking your head with a cheeky smile.

Later in bed, when Hayden was giving you your daily dose of healthy cum :))) pounding into you with an admirable expertise, he whispers: "Who has the high ground now, baby?"

CLICHE BUT LET ME HAVE THIS

You never revealed to Hayden that he was your childhood crush, I mean, you could have mentioned it the first night but you didn't want to approach him like a fan. And then you didn't want to look psycho so you just let it be. And now it was too late.

But then

In the middle of an interview, a girl that actually gained your honest trust, asked you the anticipated question:

"How does it feel to date Anakin Skywalker?"

And... (the next bit was written by Indy during a brainstorm and I just wanted to share the exact words <3)

"in the interview you’re visibly nervous, rubbing on your knee, leaning forward, adopting a slackened posture. “yeah..” big grin, “he was actually my childhood crush.” “no!” the interviewer says in awe. “yeah! yeah,” you kinda laugh and cover your mouth. “i didn’t tell him. is that bad?” you put your nail in your teeth to fidget, putting on a little lovable twist to your face"

And then he sees the interview and he shots you an immediate text with the link like: "Oh???"

You know what you'll come home to

He's sitting on his usual chair, reading a book when he hears the door creak. You showed up with a shy smile, his arms opening up to let you crawl on his lap. Knowing that he'll bring it up, you hide on his neck, blush all over your cheeks. Hayden is caressing your thigh up and down, while he hugs you with his other arm and snorts: “did you keep that from me on purpose?” with a little swat on your ass (Indy, 2023).

THE REACTION OF PEOPLE ON SOCIAL MEDIA AFTER THE INTERVIEW. you cackle at the comments: "Not Y/n admitting she is dating her childhood crush!! She's one of us!!!" “HE WAS NOT” “bro no 😭 i thought she was single” “darth vader. you win again” (Indy, 2023).

Also dragging you to hockey games <333 you start to love the sport because of him but at first you didn't understand shit

He laughed at your reaction when you saw the first fight in the rink

"Do they just... start beating each other up and the ref let them?" You winced exaggeratedly.

"Yup." He laughs, drinking a sip of his beer.

KISS CAM KISS CAM KISS CAM

Also opening the car door for you after a date night, protecting you from the paps???? That's a head canon I'll take from starlet!reader and apply it here because YES YES YES

FASHION SHOWS AND SOCIAL MEDIA

ofc he goes to your fashion shows !!!!! front line baby !!!!!!!! And he is so fucking proud of his beautiful girlfriend.

So motherfucking supportive it hurts.

He comes home and peppers kisses all over your face, praising you for a job well done.

"I would buy all the clothes you sell, baby"

Or if you wore something he particularly liked, he would be desperate to get home and show you just how much he loved your teeny tiny dress on the runway.

He even learned how to dress appropriately to match with your outfits. NEVER LEAVING THE CAPS BEHIND OFC !! But his personal style improved so much, we are proud of him :)

ALSO whenever he is out and spots an ad of yours he takes a picture of it and sends it to you. Maybe with a little heart or smile, or a little text like: "so proud of you baby." Sometimes he takes a selfie with the campaign!!! such a dad selfie, his head tilted back and kind of blurry because he's trying to get the right angle !!!!

also social media with him !!!! again, he doesn't have any active accounts but you do. For his sake, you don't post a lot of things about him, however, some things are too adorable not to share. And fans love you for the little crumbs you give them

A list of photos I think would be posted on this reader's insta stories:

A photo of him in the garden, checking his tomatoes. I KNOW HE HAS TOMATOES

A photo of your shadows during a coffee run. Bonus points if it's Tim Horton's and it has the Canada location tag

A photo of his back while he's making breakfast

A photo of the view from his house. Bonus points if it is from the bathroom window. Extra points if it has any indicators that you two were previously fucking in there, like steamy doors.

A casual photo of you on his couch and you can see the famous chess game

a video of you two watching the prequels and you can hear yourself saying: "omg who's the handsome guy?" when he appears and he laughs.

A photo of you with one of his caps. Bonus points if it's the Toronto Maple Leafs one.

VS FASHION SHOW

OH YES. THE GOOD PART. THE FUN PART.

He never thought he would be in this position. Front line at the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. But he is. And he's there to support his girlfriend. Heck, that still sounds funny to him-

You're out there, strutting your gorgeous figure for the world to see: with your six inch heels, your pretty wings and tiny lingerie- You're a fucking dream. His dream.

He's there at the front line with the Proud Boyfriend club, along with Adam Levine (I know but he got us fooled for half a decade) and Caleb from Kings of Leon.

His heart is pounding hard when your face appears in the initial video where they present all of the models walking

The first time you walk, he stands up, cheering loudly and smiling brightly at you. You were opening the show!!!!! how huge!!!

You focus on the cameras and getting the pose right but when you turn, walking on the side he's in, you point at him, even blow him a kiss.

The other two times you walk, because the initial pressure is off, you can focus more on him, and shoot him a playful wink and/or wave at him. He's grateful that you're giving him that attention, now he can brag around with hard evidence. :)

They dressed you up in a very flirty little piece, a pair of panties with a black bow on your rear side. When you get to the end of the runway, you turn around and show it off, maybe even playfully shake a little.

You know you'll pay for it back home

You will also pay for flirting with the music guest in the middle of the runway

I mean, you were not flirting, just doing the regular thing of pointing at them and dancing with them for mere seconds. But the music guest really focused on you and your strut. Maybe you did take advantage of the moment to get him all jealous and get some angry sex out of it

He could understand that part of your job. It didn't mean he liked it. He made sure to send some backhanded comments in the after party to make sure the musical guest got the picture. That you were taken.

It was so fucking hot.

He loved loved loved your police woman outfit, offering to pay for it himself so you could take it with you.

He was a fan of your angelic look with the enormous big, white wings. Almost drowning you in feathers but making you look like a real life angel. You were to him at least :)

You take such cute pictures on the pink carpet <3 he's looking like arm candy, an absolute accessory of yours. And he was happy to do it ! It was your night and he couldn't be any happier to be there with you !

Although the paps did catch him while he was staring at your spilling boobs. But could you blame him? That dress was TIGHT.

Hayden also has a photo of one of your VS campaigns in a giant frame in his office <3 you were so ashamed at first but you secretly loved that he paraded you around like that <33333333

you can catch glimpses of it during online interviews

LAST BIT

You are in a talk show, talking about the VSFS 2025, when the interviewer gets all serious and jumps:

"Last question, Y/n... is it true you and Hayden Christensen are engaged?"

You open your mouth in bewilderment, scoffing loudly.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Rumors are all over the place... but is it true?"

"No! Of course not." You squealed, acting offended before cracking a sly smirk. "We are married." And you show off the rock on your left hand.

PEOPLE GO WILD.

AHHHHHHHH- I could do this forever but I need to shut up :) also let me know if you want more nsfw content about this couple :)

Also some of these are stolen from my hockeyplayer!Anakin Skywalker / hockeyplayer!Hayden Christensen private headcanons. :)

Last pic because this is how I imagine this reader and Hayden backstage:

[bella-goths-wife]

How would Pet reader and Alastor interact after he returned from his 7 year long absence?

How would Alastor and pet interact after his absence

I assume you mean in the canon au and not the alastor makes a deal with you au but if I’m wrong feel free to request again :)

I’m sorry it’s not much interacting but they don’t really meet much at this point in the story

Warnings: abuse mentioned, obsessive behaviour

After his seven year absence, alastor did try to subtly seek you out

He lingered around where he met you and expected to find you in the same position you were in seven years ago, a starving little fawn on the street who was desperate enough for shelter that you’d be willing to make a deal

But he didn’t find you, not a trace of the little doe eyed fool he had felt such a familiarity with

So he cut his losses for the meantime and decided that he would trouble one of the many souls he owned to stalk you down

So imagine his surprise when on a random afternoon he passed by angel and heard your voice from angels annoying little gadget

He asked for a closer look and there you were, the person who had been on his mind for the seven years was stood with the Vs surrounding them

You looked different though

You were cleaner and more well fed, meaning you had been able to escape the cold streets and found food

But there was a difference in your eyes as you posed with the Vs, there was a lack of something

Your eyes didn’t hold the same curiosity or passion that he knew of the girl he met several years ago who was so eager to learn more about her abilities

You looked like a candle lit flame that was running at the bottom of wick and was being drowned out and smothered by candle wax, your fire was slowly dying inside you

He demanded angel showed him everything out there that pertained to you, and angel gladly did with the small hope that maybe alastor would take enough interest in you to help you

Alastor absorbed every piece of media you were in and every sound you had created, anything that the internet held of you alastor would consume

He observed how the passion slowly died from your face and the years went on, he heard how your music which was once so alive and inventive turn into something generic and easily forgotten

In many ways he prepared himself to mourn the person he had met, he doubted that there was any of you left to mourn considering the Vs had drained your presence of its spark

Alastor felt something he hadn’t felt in a while, he felt pity for you

He heard of the horrifying things your were subjected to on a daily basis and he just couldn’t stop the sympathy from bubbling to to the service

He was no good soul owner himself, he was fairly abusive but that’s only when he had to correct behaviour

He felt overwhelming jealousy and anger at Vox over how Vox had claimed your soul before him and ruined you

Alastor could have made you into something great, something more than a pet to the rich for when they felt cruel or bored

Alastor was almost ready to give up on you and see you as a failed project, but something stopped him

angel had mentioned your acts of kindness towards him and alastor had to hear of your very intriguing presence from Charlie, so he decided to test you before giving up to see if you were worth more effort

He followed you for weeks on end with his shadows, and he saw many things

He saw how your cunning side could slip out when you saw an opportunity to escape a punishment and how manipulative you could be

He also saw how your anger had gotten the best of you on many occasions and watched as your powers manifested into something dangerous, something lethal

He fantasied about making you into a powerful being, someone who could one day be on a level close to his

He wanted to sculpt you like a sculpture and make you into something bigger than the pentagram had ever seen, he wanted to protect you from the past and make you strong enough to protect yourself from the present

He had angel dust sneak into your room and slip a radio under your bed so he could listen in to your surroundings

He heard you be your authentic self without having to water yourself down

He heard your moments of brief happiness and he heard the many overwhelmingly cruel acts committed to you

He heard your sobs and swear for a minute he felt himself grow caring enough to want to comfort you

So he played a soothing song from the radio once you were too distracted by your sobbing, so it could calm you to sleep and at least offer you the minimal comfort he could offer to you

He felt himself growing attached to the idea of bringing you back to the hotel and surrounding you in his arms like a child to make sure you wouldn’t have to see the faces of your abusers again

He began concocting plans to help you escape, and he was determined to one day own your soul so he could sculpt you in his image like he intended to do several years ago

He had never felt himself caring about anyone this much, he had a need to know where you were at all times and even felt himself grow antsy to see you in person and talk with you like you once did

Parts of him even felt a paternal sense of worry and concern over you in a way he’s never experience before

And he was determined to save you from Vox and bring you home

@lilyalone @repostingmyfavs @the-faceless-bride @idontreallyexistyet @hazbinhotelxreader @corvid007 @fandomaddict505 @buttercupfangirl @ivebeenthearchersstuff @sparkleyfishies @perkypeony @rerarlo

[lavernius]

Bunch of old Locpez WIPs/doodles I had sitting around.

[wornoutworm]

love that the fandom agrees that vox has charger ports for nipples

[ilovecarmillia]

Alastor wallpaper,I got carried away(the neon lettering says "The Radio Demon" )

[fandoms--fluff]

Angel

Flufftober, October 17th

Vampire female reader x Hope Mikaelson

Summary: You dress up as a Victoria's Secret angel for Halloween to surprise your girlfriend

A/n: I wrote this in honor of the VS fashion show that happened earlier this week. And cause I grew up watching the fashion shows and still love re-watching them.

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"When can I see your costume?" Hope asks, flopping down onto your bed while you're in the bathroom doing your makeup. "At the party like everyone else" You answer, this being the thousandth time your girlfriend asks.

"What about a tiny little sneak peek?" She tries to bargain. "Not happening, your gonna have to wait till tonight. Only a few more hours" You answer while applying sparky lip gloss.

"You're so mean!" She pouts, jutting out her bottom lip to make you feel sorry for her and fess up. "That didn't work yesterday, it's not going to work now, Cutie" You walk over to her, done your makeup. You place a kiss on her pouted lips, making them turn back into a smile.

"Please?" She tries the puppy dog eyes this time. "Let's go get a snack, I know where the cooks hid the brownies" You wink at her, pulling her up from the bed easily with your strength and lead her out the door, into the hallway.

"Or" You tell her. "We could always go check to see if Lizzie needs any help decorating" You tell her, taking her mind off ways to get you to tell her what your dressing up as.

"Where are the brownies" She immediately says. She once got caught up accidentally with helping Lizzie decorate and she was basically being held hostage until everything was perfect. In her opinion it was hell. And you can't really blame her, Lizzie has tried to rope you into decorating too, but you just gave her a certain look which made her back down right away.

"That's what I thought" You grasp her hand in hers and lead her down to the big cooks kitchen.

Once you guys get there, there's only one of the cooks who are in there, probably tidying up. She turns to you guys and huffs. "You shouldn't be in here, you'll contaminate-" You cut her off, vamping over to her. "Leave. If you tell anyone about us I'll slit your throat before you can even think the word 'danger'. You compel her, making her nod along, and repeat it back before grabbing her bag and scurrying out past a gobsmacked Hope.

"I thought no ones allowed to use compulsion" She says, slowly coming up to you. "You really think I'm going to listen to some miserable human drunk telling me what I can and can't do with my body. Than you think wrong. Plus it's just pathetic, I mean, you think he would at least get the help to take vervain" You have a playful glint in your eyes.

"But, you'll get in trouble won't you- you know what, never mind, I'd rather not know what you'd do to Dr. Saltzman if he did try to reprimand you" Hope basically shudders. "Spoiler alert; there'd be a lot of blood. and it won't be mine" You wink before going over to the locked fridge.

You pull on the padlock and it effortlessly broke in half. You let it go and let it fall to the ground. Opening the fridge, your eyes look around before they land on what you're searching for. "Ah, here we are. Brownies. And they look like they're fresh too" shut the door behind you before placing the container on the counter, opening the top.

"Take your pick, Beautiful" You tell your girlfriend, making a blush appear on her cheeks. She leans her hand in the container and picks one of the chocolate brownies up into her hands. Following, you also reach in and pick one up before biting into it, along with Hope and hers.

Hope almost moans at how good they taste. "Okay, this is worth all the rules you just broke" She tells you. "Hell yeah, it is" You swallow, the brownies are delicious and easily one of yours and Hope's favorite treats. At least that's one thing the annoying rule following cooks are good for at the school.

It's almost time for the party, and you're getting ready in your dorm room. All of Hope's attempts to know what you're dressing up as has failed, and you know her reaction is going to be amazing. You guys are supposed to meet in twenty minutes in the 'ball room' as Lizzie is calling it, when it's really just the surprisingly big gym.

You've already done touch ups on your makeup and did your hair to make it more 'runway ready'. And now all you have to do is get dressed in the outfit. Which is a breeze because it's just lingerie and then a pair of wings both of which you may or may not have compelled the company to give you. And said company is Victoria's Secret, because you're going to the party dressed as a Victoria's Secret angel.

This was the perfect choice of costume since you love the fashion shows and the pieces, plus you know it will one hundred percent drive your girlfriend crazy for you to be dressed up like that.

You take the clothing off you've been wearing all day and toss it into the laundry basket before turning back to the lingerie and wings laying on your bed. You grab the underwear first and slide it up your legs before it relaxes comfortably on your hips. The easy part is over, Now, you grab the corset bra with the train attached and carefully put it on your body, doing clasp by clasp, not wanting to destroy the piece by accidentally being too harsh with your strength and all.

After you got all the lingerie on your body and it's sitting gracefully, you look in the mirror, smirking, Oh yeah, this will definitely do. You think to yourself.

Then you reach for the wings and just as gentle with the lingerie pieces, you tie the wings under your armpits and over your shoulder blades, securing them so the beautifully crafted wings don't fall down or break.

Finally, you grab the heels and put them on the ground in front of your feet. You gently slide your feet into them before checking that everything is done.

Nodding to yourself, happy with how it all turned out and fits perfectly, you walk over to the door, leaving for the party.

Once you arrive at the party, peoples eyes wander over your body, not even subtly, may you add. Smirking, you don't pay them any mind, just walking to where you spot your girlfriend is standing with Josie and Penelope, who are dressed up as hot pirates.

Hope is dressed up as a little red riding hood, with the red cloak dress and the tights and red heeled boots. Along with matching red gloves and a basket which is sitting on the bleachers beside where she's standing back towards you.

"Hmm, you guys look like you can take anything you dream of. And with style." You tell the couple, making their eyes attention roam over to you and Josie's mouth hangs open, making you and Penelope both chuckle.

Then, Hope turns around from where her back was facing you and her mouth, much like Josie's, hangs open, along with her eyes widening with shock as they roam over your body.

"You girls like?" You place your hands on your hips, posing. Still no movement besides the eyes on the two of them. "I think what they mean is, you look drop dead gorgeous in that, y/n/n" Penelope winks, complementing you for the both of them. "Thanks, maybe we should let them oggle while we go for a dance" You smirk back, knowing that's got to snap at least one of them out of the trance.

Penelope picks up on what you're hinting at and nods along, telling her she's in. "What a wonderful idea" She answers and unlinks her arm from Josie's and place's her hand in your outstretched one.

After a couple steps backwards you guys take, Josie snaps out of it, realizing the warmth from beside her is missing. "Hey! wait a second, dance with your own girlfriend" Josie exaggerates playfully by coming over and throwing her arms around Penelope's waist.

Soon after, Hope follows and snaps out of the trance as well and comes over. "Yeah, i think you should dance with your own girlfriend like Jo said" Hope tells you and leads you to where everyone is dancing, but not before you and Penelope quickly high five.

"Of course I'll dance with you. Have I told you how hot you look?" You tell her once you guys start dancing to the slower song together. You run your hands down her hips, tracing her curves. A thick blush coats her cheeks as she looks down, smiling. She's still getting used to all the nice compliments you give her that aren't backhanded like she's experienced before from some girls who bullied her when she was younger, or more specifically when you almost killed them for hurting Hope.

She sputters before looking back into your warm eyes. "Me? Look at you, you look like a literal goddess and sex bomb" She tells you. "Forget the costume, you basically are a literal angel" She tells you, her eyes wandering over your body quickly before looking back up to your face where you're smirking.

"Oh yeah? Then I'm sure we're going to have some fun tonight" You lean over and kiss her neck before softly biting her ear lobe, making her shudder in excitement as you pull away.

"Promise" She whispers. "Of course" You bite your lip before you guys continue dancing to the song, bodies close together. And Hope May or may not be glaring at anyone who stares too long at you.

The VS fashion show look:

[pleasantglitterflower]

Brazilian holidays (Joe Burrow x Adriana Lima)

JOE’S POV

- Baby, have you finished packing your bags? - Adriana asks me

- Yes, my dear, I've already finished and separated all the special kit you sent 

- You're not forgetting any warm clothes, sunscreen and new beach underwear, right?

- Everything is ready, general - I saluted, she rolled her eyes and gave me a peck.

   We are going on vacation in Brazil, more specifically in Salvador, located in the northeast region of the country, and it is my wonderful girlfriend's hometown. Yes, I'm dating the glamorous angel Adriana Lima.

 Adriana and I met during a photo shoot for a magazine. When my agent arrived with the rehearsal proposal, at first I didn't want to do it at all, because I'm very shy and I've never been a fan of these media commitments, for me what matters is just football, but my agent justified that I'm one of the most popular NFL players today and that my image attracts a lot of interest from the media and fans, and that it would be good for my personal marketing, after a lot of convincing I decided to accept. When I arrived at the studio and saw that I would be taking photos with Adriana, my heart started to race quickly, and at that moment I put myself in the shoes of the girls who are my fans and who freak out when they see me in person. I've had a crush on Adriana since I was a hairless virgin boy, I watched all the Victoria Secret fashion shows just to appreciate her beauty and I made my mother buy every magazine she was on the cover of, and I've lost count of How many times have I masturbated thinking about her, damn, who can resist those blue-green eyes, that full mouth, that tanned and curvy body?

 The chemistry between Adriana and I was instantaneous, which was reflected in our rehearsal, I'm glad I changed my mind, it was wonderful. After the photos were finished, we started talking and I asked for her phone number and invited her on a date, I knew she had recently separated. Our first date was perfect, we were very transparent with each other about our past and it was wonderful to know more deeply about the woman I longed for so much during my childhood and adolescence, the weather was very favorable for us and our first kiss took place there really, and from then on, we started a relationship that has lasted six months, and up until now we have managed to hide it from the media very well, we are very reserved and because Adriana has been in the middle of this media exposure for many years, she gives me a lot of advice about how do I deal with this, since now I'm America's sweetheart, damn I hate it, I just want to play football, why can't they just appreciate my sporting skills instead of just looking at my physical appearance?

We're taking advantage of the fact that I'm in the off-season and we're going to visit her family and also get to know the city, as Adriana assured me that after I get to know Salvador in depth, I won't see anything like it. In fact, Brazil is not completely strange to me, Adriana is not the only Brazilian woman who has passed through my life.

 My long relationship with my ex-wife Anna Rodrigues, currently the best football player in the world, is public knowledge. We met in high school and built a solid relationship, which later evolved into marriage and gave birth to our boys Joshua and Samuel. Anna and I faced this great media exposure, as we were the most powerful couple in the sport, with me scoring touchdowns and her scoring goals ,whenever I went to one of her games or she went to one of mine, the media created a whole circus, since She was responsible for leading the Brazilian team to win the World Cup, the harassment towards her increased fiercely, something she loved, but at the same time it bothered me, not because she was achieving her dreams, but because she started to change of personality and was no longer that kind girl I met when I was 16, Anna began to become arrogant, self-centered and began to humiliate me, making a point of highlighting that I was a failure for having suffered many injuries throughout my career in NFL and that the chance I had to win the Superbowl, I wasted it.

The situation became untenable and I decided to ask for a divorce, she didn't accept it at all, I had to go to court to ask for a dispute as she refused to sign the papers. All I wanted is for us to continue maintaining cordiality for the sake of our children, they need their parents to have a healthy relationship, but if it's up to Anna, she won't rest until she sees me in shit.

We only spoke through our lawyers and, as we have joint custody, it is my parents who pick up the boys to come to my house and take them back to Anna's house.

Unlike Adriana, who gets along very well with the parents of her three children, I need to beg Anna for crumbs, if it were up to her, I would never see the boys again. In fact, she doesn't even know that I'm dating Adriana, when she finds out, I already know that she's going to make a huge scandal, but I don't want to think about that now, I'm focused on enjoying this trip with my girlfriend. As I said before, I've already been to Brazil, but I only know Rio de Janeiro and São Paulo, but I'm going to visit a completely different city and I'm really excited, especially because we're going there during carnival time, damn I'm really excited, I feel like After this trip I will not be the same person.

After more than 15 hours of traveling, with several stops, we finally arrived in Salvador, state of Bahia, Brazil. We were greeted at the airport by Carlos, Adriana's cousin and he was very friendly to me, giving me a handshake and a big hug, I confess that I'm still not used to these greetings from Brazilians like kisses and hugs. We drove to Adriana's family's house, and when we got there, I was surprised by a banner saying “Welcome Joe” and a table with a large banquet. I was emotional, I didn't even know them well yet and they were already treating me like an integral part of the family. I hugged all of her family members and then we went to dinner, I was lost with the variety of foods and was willing to try everything, the Bengals' nutritionist is going to go crazy when I get back.  The first dish I ate was some kind of fish soup.

- This food is called moqueca Joe! - Adriana tells me

- Hmmmm-damn, what delicious food, I put a larger amount on my plate

- Moqueca is a recipe with African and indigenous origins, it contains fish, onions, tomatoes, peppers and can only be prepared in a clay pot. - Graça, my mother-in-law explains

- It's very delicious - I respond with my mouth full

- Joe, my love, take it easy, Bahian food is made with many exotic ingredients and strong seasonings that you are not used to, soon you will end up feeling sick - Adriana warns me

- Love, it's not every day that I have the chance to get off the diet and allow myself to eat different foods. And when I come to Brazil, I eat everything I'm entitled to, I don't care about my eating plan.

- Joe try the acarajé now, you'll love it - Adriana's mother says 

- How do you say?

- ACARAJÉ

- A..ca.ra.. jeeee- I try to speak

- Your boyfriend is very cute Drica - one of the model's cousins ​​comments enchanted 

I look at the cupcake in front of me and start to taste it, quickly my mouth starts to burn and I grab the juice on the table and start drinking it.

- Sorry, I forgot to mention that there is pepper in acarajé - Adriana laments

- No problem, my love - I smile, still feeling the strong taste of pepper in my mouth

    - Adriana, you can't forget to take Joe to see Oludum's presentation.

- I know mom, I've already organized the list of places I'm going to take him to see, we're only going to stay here for five days so he has to take the opportunity to see as much of the city as possible

- Olodum? What is this Adri?

- It's a drum school, the band is practically a symbol of Salvador, you'll love seeing them

- Will they also be at carnival? - I ask

- They always are, but when we go to shows we will see other singers perform

The next day, the first day of Joe's tour of Salvador began, with Adriana explaining the history of each place and the quarterback just had to open his eyes, he was enchanted by the rich culture of the place.

- We are in the Historic Center of Salvador, this is Pelourinho, without a doubt it is my place of refuge in the city, I walk around here for hours. Look at this architecture Joe, it's so beautiful and full of personality, there's so much cool history here, that Pelourinho has been named a World Heritage Site by UNESCO.

- I can't stop looking at this colorful Dri, it's really beautiful - the man is very enchanted with the place.

During their walk through Pelourinho, Adriana showed Joe the exact house in which Michael Jackson recorded the music video for the song “They don’t care about us”, in 1996, the same year Joe was born. Adriana, who was 15 years old at the time and was starting her modeling career, says that the city stopped when the king of pop arrived and that she felt an inexplicable emotion in seeing Michael up close, because at that time, it was very difficult for big artists to global reach to go to other Brazilian cities that were not Rio de Janeiro or São Paulo.

The couple had the chance to see a live performance of Olodum, directly from Pelourinho. Joe didn't stop filming and taking photos, it was something totally different from what he had seen before. Olodum is much more than a musical drum group, it is also an act of resistance, developing actions to combat racial discrimination, stimulating the self-esteem and pride of Afro-Brazilians, defending and fighting to ensure civil and human rights of marginalized people, in Bahia and Brazil.

The couple also went to visit Farol da Barra, the first nautical signaling system to come into operation in the Americas and it is the oldest lighthouse on the continent still operating, it was a day of great learning and unforgettable for Joe, who was sharing this special moment with his loved one.

ADRIANA’S POV

  These vacation days with my love in my city have been perfect, I can barely describe the feeling. I was very insecure when Joe asked me to be his girlfriend, because he, who is one of the current American football players, wanted to date a woman fifteen years older, divorced, with three children, and who no longer has the beauty of my 20s. I continue to do my fashion shows and campaigns with brands that I have a contract with, however it is sad to see that the fashion industry nowadays prefers these Instagram models, who have no idea what a catwalk is, and nepobabies than the girls who work hard to have an opportunity. I've reached a level in my career where I can choose the work I want to do, and for a few years now I no longer want to do campaigns with futile messages, I want to feel like a real-life woman, who has my imperfections, my happy and vulnerable days. , and not be held hostage to an unrealistic beauty standard. Truly, the golden age of fashion is over, models like me, Gisele Bündchen, Naomi Campbell, Alessandra Ambrosio, Heidi Klum and other wonderful women will no longer exist.

  Joe and I are going to an electric trio today and I'm going to show him what Bahia's carnival is like. In most of Brazil, carnival starts in February, but here in Bahia, carnival is year-round, there is no time here to not celebrate, it's a party all year round. I'm proud of my roots, and with all due respect to other countries, but there's nothing better than being Brazilian, here is a great diversity of cultures and ideas, which no other place in the world has, I can say this as someone who spent almost his whole life traveling all over the world.

Joe and I arrived in the early afternoon at the trio electric box, we were going to see shows by great local artists from Bahia, including my friend Ivete Sangalo.

It would be the first time that Joe and I would make our first public appearance as a couple, both he and I were comfortable with it, at some point we would have to come out. Ivete's show started until she saw me and Joe hugging and commented:

- Wow, my friend Dridrica is very well accompanied by her prince, let's shout a lot guys - the whole crowd shouts

- Come on Drica, you come too, young man - I quickly translate what she's saying to Joe and we head towards the audience, who shout fiercely when they see us 

We stayed there on the stage dancing while Ivete sang, until she started singing along with the audience so that we could kiss right there. Even though Joe didn't understand Portuguese very well, he understood the context and grabbed my face and we kissed right there, to the delight of Veveta and the public, our relationship was no longer a secret, and honestly I don't care about other people's opinions, the What matters is that we are in love and want to live intensely, and to be living this moment with this Brazilian energy, there is nothing better.

[agaypanic]

Kinktober Google Form teehee

i decided to do kinktober, and im starting preparations in may bc i love planning ahead lmao

i have all the days figured out, but only two are assigned to characters. so i figured i'd let my audience decide what characters i write for on what days. ill probably close the form at the end of june, depending on how many responses i get

if you wanna participate, you can find the google form here. most days have character choices with an "other" option in case you think a different character would fit the scenario better (pls don’t leave answers blank or answer everything with the same character). but there are some days where i didn't have any specific characters in mind, so you get to choose from all the characters im willing to write for kinktober

[trigunwritings]

For winged plants, what if they plant reader kinda subconsciously does a bird wing mating dance or showing/sprouting their wings to show they're interested in doing the nasty. Vash just flustered and knives trying to hide his blush

I especially like to think it’s something that the reader has essentially no control over, and they don’t really understand the social meaning of it either—to them, manifesting their wings is simply something that happens whenever they’re emotionally-charged, particularly when they’re nervous or flustered. At first there doesn’t seem to be much rhyme or reason to it, but over time it becomes more and more obvious that their wings manifest largely in the presence of Vash or Knives—and always in a dramatic flurry of loose feathers, much to the reader’s further embarrassment.

Vash simply tries to ignore the implications as best as he can, though not without plenty of stuttering and half-hearted attempts to hide the heat blooming across his cheeks. It’s not so much that he is embarrassed for the reader, but instead that he’s flustered over how much their ignorant nonverbal messages are affecting him; the last thing he wants is to break a boundary because they didn’t know what they were doing in the first place. That said, he is absolutely terrible about bringing it up even in casual conversation, leaving the mutual pining completely I communicated.

Knives on the other hand, while equally as affected as his brother, is far less embarrassed about tackling the elephant in the room with absolutely no chill whatsoever. He might try to ignore it for a while, shifting his eyes politely when the reader’s wings burst into existence and stretch instinctively against the desert wind. But there comes a point when he is pressed to his limits—unlike Vash, Knives might assume the reader’s ignorance is feigned or that they’re purposefully trying to rile him up, leading to a very (sexual) tensioned-filled confrontation where he directly asks the reader if they realize they’ve been giving the plant-equivalent of bedroom eyes to him for weeks.

[forcemeanakin]

Hayden arriving at the Victoria’s Secret Fashion show like 🥰🥰🥰

[bella-goths-wife]

How would the Vs react if their pet died in hell, forever?

The Vs reaction if pet died in hell

(This is not canon to the au!)

This is disturbing and gross so please be mindful of the media you’re choosing to consume!

Warnings: description of dead body, disturbing keeping’s of dead body, Vs sick version of mourning, grief, mentions of previous abuse, drug use mentioned

You probably would have died during an extermination

Maybe the Vs got too busy to remember to reinforce the safety precautions for the tower

Or you were accidentally downstairs when they sealed their upper level off

In any case, you are killed by an angel in cold blood

But the Vs didn’t know that yet, they were too busy at their viewing party that spies on the hazbin hotel to watch in case alastor dies

They assumed you were just in your room and decided to leave you be since they were so interested in their little spy drones

So when Vox goes to your room to check up on you and doesn’t see you in your bed, he panics

He searches all his cameras while he sends the other two to search for you

Eventually they find your body thrown across the rubble and cut open

It all happens in a very saltburn fashion

Vox doesn’t know how to react as he just drops to his knees and holds your head up while muttering about how you must be feeling cold without a jacket

Velvette just stares before mentioning how it’s almost time for breakfast and that they should all head inside, choosing to live in denial and push her feelings down for the meantime

Valentino stifles a few cries as he just stares at your dead body

They wait for someone else to get rid of your body but as soon as another demon touches your body, vox snaps and shoves them away and picks you up himself

They had to decide what to do with your body

Velvette suggested stuffing you like a doll and keeping you in her office so she could choose a new outfit for you everyday, but Vox and Valentino refused

Not because it’s disturbing and disrespectful for your dead body, but because she’d have more time with you then they would

Valentino suggested having your body burnt and fashioning accessories out of your ashes, but the other two said it would be a waste of your body

Eventually Vox had an idea, and he searched for a demon he met many many years ago

This demon had the ability to restore an item to the original condition it was in 24 hours before

It wouldn’t be able to bring you back to life since they had just missed the 24 hour window when finding your body, but they could keep your body in its first stage of the effects of death

That means your body would remain warm and soft, as if you were just sleeping

Vox had your wounds stitched up to make you look like you were just asleep and he placed you in your bed and commanded the demon to come every day and restore your body so you wouldn’t rot away

He chose to deal with your death by throwing himself into denial

He’d pretend you were just sick in bed and would still visit your corpse every night to ‘check up on you’

He’d watch you through the cameras in your bedroom in case you needed him

He started finishing work earlier to spend time with your corpse and calming ‘his daughter was sick so he had to get going’

If someone tried to point out you were dead they would receive a threatening glare and even more if they weren’t Valentino or velvette

Velvette refused to go along with that plan for the first few months, and chose to deal with your death by pushing her feelings down and finding a replacement

She assumed it was like buying a new dog after her old one had died, and refused to believe she had any emotional attachment to you

So she tried finding your replacement

She’d hire assistant after assistant who either shared your physical looks, your personality, your ability or your mannerisms

But none of them could match you in the way she needed, so she’d end up killing them or firing them

So she gave in to voxs fantasy, and began to talk to your corpse like you’d respond and began to dress your body in a new outfit every day

This worked for her, she could pretend you were here and she could still deny ever having an attachment to you

Valentino was surprisingly the one to not live into the fantasy that you were only asleep

He was the one to care about you the least in life, but he was also the one to mourn you the most on death and feel the most guilt

He drowned his sorrows in his drugs, his alcohol and his employees

He thought about how he treated you in your life, and while he didn’t feel guilt for how he abused you he did feel like a part of his missed having someone around who he could pour his frustrations into

But now you were a dead, and that somehow humanised you to him

He sometimes would get so drunk that he’d wander into your room and sit beside your corpse just to vent about how angry he felt that you’d died

How dare you? Who gave you permission to leave?

He’d just stare at your corpse and scoff, not buying into the delusions that the other two were about your dead body just being asleep

He held a funeral for you which just had him and angel dust in attendance since the other two Vs refused to believe you were dead

Angel dust was only invited because val wanted something warm to hold as he felt the complicated feelings your death brought out in him

And even so, angel dust was sure that however sad your death was and how tragic it was

You were better off dead then living with these people

@corvid007 @buttercupfangirl @lilyalone @ivebeenthearchersstuff @repostingmyfavs @the-faceless-bride @fandomaddict505 @hazbinhotelxreader @perkypeony @sparkleyfishies @idontreallyexistyet

[anon-of-the-void]

Okokok hear me out: househusband Alastor but like platonically

And

Househusband Lucifer but they are still pining for each other and oblivious to each others' interest on the other person.

This can be radioapple or not. It works both ways. It works all the ways that aren't too "wtf why would you see them in a dynamic they don't even know of each others' existence"

[wornoutworm]

Low quality meme (?) my friend made 😭

[markdelonge]

— dating mark hoppus (more recent version)

not my gif, found it in my gallery

note: i make more mark headcannons every other day and i'm sorry .. happy vday tho

...

req? no

age gap, you're like 35 and he's 50 (obvi)

blink masterlist

...

• chill bf vibez 🫶🏼🫶🏼

• talks abt u on twitch

• ^ he's uncontrollably smiling while doing so

• listening to him play bass 24/7

• u sat in his lap while he was streaming once - fans went crazy

• sharing earbuds n listening to music together

• forehead kisses !

• lots of neck kisses too

• he constantly leaves hickeys on you whether its sexual or not

• fancy dinner dates but both of yall dress in graphic tees and jeans

• wearing all of blinks merch

• wearing his stuff !!!!!!!

• sitting by his side while he sings / plays guitar

• downlow type couple. most pics (on the internet) of yall are from papz

• but yall take thousands of pictures together on photobooth/webcams

• he showers you with compliments

"have i ever told you how pretty you are?"

"yes, mark, at least twice a day"

• mom and dad of pop punk frfr