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natsukishinomiyaswife · 1 month

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⋆ 𝓔𝓻𝓲𝓬 𝓥𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓮: 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓕𝓲𝓵𝓶 ⋆

Eric Venue x Reader - May be OOC due to lack of information, I love this man ♡

⋆ You had known Eric for a while now, working with him on various films. Though you were only a staff member, he was always kind, greeting you and making small talk whenever he had time. He was different from the other stars you worked with, never demanding or rude. He treated everyone with respect, no matter if they were a costar or crew member, taking the time to talk with whoever he could. You could hear him laughing as he got his makeup done, or joking around as he got ready in wardrobe. It was surprising the first time you saw him on set, a contrast to the serious action role he would always play. You'll never forget when filming ended that day, how he had called out your name and waved you goodbye. You hadn't expected him to remember, let alone ask what it was.

⋆ As time went by he would continue to surprise you, talking with you more and more whenever you worked together. You would bring him a coffee as he got his hair done, Eric thanking you and starting a conversation. If you were busy he wouldn't keep you, understanding you had a job to do. If you had time though, he would offer for you to stay, wanting to chat with you while he got ready. You would never talk about anything serious, just general things, like how your day was going, or what you were having for dinner later on. He would always remember, asking you the next day of filming how it was, or if your day was any better.

⋆ One morning he showed up on set earlier than he was scheduled, a coffee in one hand and a drink for you in the other. It was what you would always drink, your favorite drink to have in the morning. You thanked him, heart racing as he assured you it was nothing, continuing on with your work. It wasn't until you were leaving for the day that you realized you had never told him what you liked, your face growing warm at the thought. The idea of him paying attention to you, noticing you and what you would drink...it left your mind racing as you went to bed that night.

⋆ While he was a private person, you knew he had a son, having heard about him throughout the years. You may not know his name, or what he looked like, but you knew how proud Eric was of him, his face softening and voice fond whenever he brought him up. You felt honored the first time he spoke of him, talking about how his son got accepted into a prestigious academy for magicians. He was shining with pride as he told you, going on to discuss how talented he is, and how he couldn't wait to hear how his first day went. As you listened you couldn't help but smile, his enthusiasm contagious as you congratulated him, wishing his son well at his new school. You knew better than to pry, grateful that Eric was willing to tell you this much. It was your lack of questions that encouraged Eric to speak of him more, enjoying how nice it was to speak with someone who respected his privacy, who wouldn't hound him for more.

⋆ The first time Eric brought you up was during his weekly call with Vil, having mentioned you offhand without realizing it. He would continue to bring you up each time they talked, Vil becoming curious the more he spoke of you. His father had never spoken of anyone like this before, always focusing on his career and being a parent. The way he talks about you, it almost seems like...

"Sounds like you have a crush," Vil says, interrupting the story his father was telling him. Eric's voice tampers off as he goes quiet, the line silent for a moment before he laughs, "I'm too old for crushes, Vil," dismissing the idea.

⋆ Yet, the thought never leaves him, Vil's words sitting in the back of his mind. Even though you only saw each other on set, talking with you made him feel like a person, like he wasn't a famous actor. He never feels like a celebrity as you laugh and joke with each other, he never worries about his image as he eats with you instead of in his trailer. Just being able to talk with someone about how he's doing, about Vil, without fear of it being in the tabloids the next day, was something he was grateful for. He had to hold his tongue when you told him you would be working with Vil on a commercial, excited to be working with him for the first time. The pride he felt as you talked about his acting, how much you enjoyed his films, left him itching to join in. That's my son, he thinks, isn't he amazing? Isn't he talented? He stays quiet though, soaking in your words as he realizes Vil may be right. Perhaps he's not too old for crushes after all...

⋆ You couldn't help but notice how Vil would stare at you throughout working together, almost like he was staring through you rather than at you. You wondered what you could have done to cause this reaction from him, having only met him that day. You were surprised when he approached you after filming ended, his arms crossed as he stared. It was like he was examining you, looking at you from head to toe. You were unsure what to do, ready to say something until he spoke, breaking the silence.

"So, you're Name, correct?" You nod, telling him yes as he continues,

"I heard you've been a staff member for quite some time now, working with plenty of celebrities. Tell me, have you ever worked with Eric Venue, by chance?"

You pause for a moment, processing his question before confirming, telling him you have worked with Eric before. A small smile comes to his face at your response, coming a little close towards you.

"I hear he's a very private person, never talking about his personal life. Since you've worked with him before, I'm curious...have you heard anything about him?"

You shake your head, telling him you haven't heard anything. You go on to say that anything Eric has told you is confidential, and that if Vil wishes to know something, he would need to ask Eric himself directly.

⋆ Vil looks displeased, going on to ask if you'd be willing to tell him for money, which you automatically decline, repeating what you told him before. After a moment a smile comes to Vil's face, looking pleased as he nods his head, making you feel like you passed some sort of test. The smile stays on his face as he wishes you a good day, leaving you standing there in confusion, wondering what that was about. As you're getting ready for bed that night you get a text from an unknown number, the person claiming to be Eric. You call the number to confirm, hearing him laugh on the other end as he tells you it's his personal number, leaving you in disbelief. Before the call ends, he asks if you'd like to get a coffee with him tomorrow, your heart racing as you agree. Little did you know just how important your first meeting with Vil was, leading to the start of your relationship with Eric.

⋆ Other than Vil, you were Eric's best kept secret, the public unaware you were together. You didn't care that your relationship had to be private, that you couldn't be shown off like most celebrities do with their partners. What you cared about was Eric, the man who remembered anything you would tell him, even noticing things you never mentioned. Eric, the man you could laugh and joke with, always having a good time. Eric, the man who cares deeply for those close to him, wanting them to be happy without worrying about the public having eyes on them.

⋆ It wasn't until you were together for a while that he decided to introduce you to his son, telling you he would be coming home soon for winter break. You knew how big this was, his son being the most important thing in his life. It showed just how much he cared for you, just how much he trusted you. This was HUGE. You couldn't help but stress out over it, wanting to make a good first impression. It wasn't until you opened the door that you realized Oh, his son is Vil Schoenheit ♡

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡

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#♡.sheep writes #♡.twst #♡.eric venue #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #eric venue #eric venue x reader #twst spoilers

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akeminui · 29 days

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So what’s he’s saying is that we can be his step mom, right? 😽😻🫶

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hanafubukki · 1 month

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That the power of rizz~ You're just like "Oh. Vil. You're dad is hot" one day. And without him understanding it's end by an Magicagram post of his dad and you in a white sand beach with clear azure ocean in the backround. You now are at family gathering arm to arm with Eric (you call him Eric). And there is articles of you everywhere calling you a sugar baby (when honestly, with what he hears about your relationship with his dad, you are more the sugar than the baby. Sweet, addictive and freaking not good for health when too much. But we still love you anyway). Poor Vil is half-confused half-dead inside. Like how the hell did you have his father and "Oh. Again. Even you dad."

Hello Anonie 🌺💚🌷

This made me laugh Anonie 😂😂 Though personally I don’t think Vil’s dad would make any decisions without his son’s input and how he would feel about the situation.

After all, we know how much they love each other and I’m sure that his father wouldn’t make any decisions that would make him uncomfortable you know? Especially if Vil knows you already and/or you are his friend.

So I doubt it would be a surprise he finds out one day from paparazzi. I think his father would inform him directly.

If you make him happy? I can see Vil giving his approval. But I hope you’re ready potato, you have to now deal with Vil Shoenheit. He will make sure you shine brightly.

It will probably take Vil a while to get used to you two dating and the constant photos being bombarded to social media. You’ll have to also get used to being in the spotlight, but you have both of them to help you out.

Vil sees how happy you make him and that’s all he cares about in the end…but he’s not calling you “mom” though. 😂

#vil shoenheit #eric venue #Eric venue x reader #answered #Anonie ask

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crypticdesire · 1 month

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behind the scenes

MINORS DNI

top amab reader x bottom transmasc eric shoenheit/venue (around 900 words)

cw: hate sex, objectification, mentioned 15 year age gap, overstimulation, mild dumbification, terms clit, cunt, and pussy used for eric, probably occ eric

“Wait…please” your costar, Eric Venue, grasps your wrist, stopping you from rubbing his clit as you slowly push your cock into him.

“Too much” he adds breathlessly.

“Too much?” your words are not a genuine question but a way of mocking him.

“You can’t even take the tip of my cock? I’m disappointed, Eric.” You tut. “I thought I was fucking a whore who couldn’t keep his pants on long enough to film one movie, but maybe you just started those rumors yourself?” You move to grasp his wrist instead, pinning both of his hands against the mirror above the dressing room counter that he sits on. This new position brings your face close enough to his face that you can feel the rapid, shallow breaths he exhales.

He whimpers as you push your hips forward, his insides squeezing tighter around you as your cock goes deeper into his cunt.

“It certainly feels like I’m fucking a virgin’s cunt” A low moan leaves your lips as you continue your small thrusts at a consistent pace. Your slow movements have nothing to do with being gentle, however, you just want to hear him beg more before you rearrange his guts from fucking him so hard, which will leave him only capable of incoherent babbling.

“Nothing to say for yourself?” You let go of his wrist to flick his clit, and you couldn’t be more satisfied with his reaction as he lets out a strangled moan, arches his back, and squirms with his clit no doubt seeking friction. He attempts to scowl in response to your sadistic laugh.

“You’re going to make me cum too soon” he hisses, closing his eyes as he attempts to slow his breathing.

“Is that supposed to matter to me? I don’t care how many times you cum. You could be shooting blanks for all I care. I’ll use your hole until I'm satisfied” You continue to make your point by speeding up the tempo of your thrusts, delighting in the way his squirming becomes more desperate and the fact that you can hear the squelching sounds of the lube as you drag your cock in and out of him.

“A bit self-absorbed are we?” He manages to let out a thin exhale of laughter, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a smirk. Your insides burn with desire as he gives you exactly what you want. It’s so much more enjoyable to hear him beg after he attempts to insult you.

“You would think that. I think you’ve just gotten too used to the entitlement you get from being such a big star, old man” bitterness seeps into your voice, thrusts becoming more forceful. Eric lets out a series of moans before he’s able to formulate a response.

“I’m only 15 years older than you,” he says through gritted teeth, no doubt close to climaxing.

“All the more reason you should be grateful I’ve chosen you as a fuck toy” Before he can say anything else you turn your attention back to his already sensitive clit, rubbing circles on it as you focus on hitting the spot that will push him over the edge. He managed to stay at a reasonable volume until now, unable to control his loud moan.

“Fuck” he moans just as loudly, arching his back even more as his body shakes from his orgasm. You hiss feeling him tighten around you, grinding your hips into his as you push your cock even deeper into him and allow your cum to spill out into the condom you’re wearing.

“Go ahead, tell me how happy you are that I used you as a fuck toy.” Your request earns a weak glare in return.

“Say it, Venue” Despite the fact you’re still sensitive yourself, you start to rock your hips into him again, thumb just feathering over his clit, which twitches and causes his hips to jerk.

“Fuc- agh” the sudden overstimulation makes it impossible for him to resist you. Being fucked dumb is the only way he would ever say this, so you savor each word as it leaves his drooling mouth.

“I…” he spares you one look before screwing his eyes shut again. “I am happy to be used as your fuck toy” He whines as you pull out of him, satisfied.

“That wasn’t too hard was it” You can’t help but give him two firm slaps on his pussy to punctuate your statement. He doesn’t even have the energy to give you much of a reaction, the back of his head falling back to rest on the mirror, thighs still slightly trembling. As you dispose of the condom and begin to clean yourself up, there’s a loud knock on the dressing room door.

“Mr.Venue!” A production staff’s voice yells through the door. “Hair and makeup will be here in 15 minutes to get you prepped!”

He doesn’t even make an effort to respond, and you chuckle at his disheveled appearance.

“Better send them in early!” You call back. “Mr.Venue looks very exhausted, so he could use the extra attention!” When Eric side-eyes you, you give him a teasing wink. He manages to drape himself in a robe by the time you get dressed, and you allow him to see the deliberate way you let your eyes travel down his body.

“I’m sure you already know this Mr.Venue, but it is such an honor sharing a set with you”

#twisted wonderland #eric venue #eric venue x reader #top reader #cw hate sex #cw degradation #cw overstimulation

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beardedblizzardexpert · 1 month

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good day tumblr!!! if you happen to write a head cannon, drabble, fanfic, or a one shot about Eric Venue X reader please🥺🙏 tag me please I’m desperate 😭 thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️ Muah~! And I love you so much~! ❤️❤️❤️

#eric venue x reader #Please? if that’s okay for you? And I still love you the same!!!❤️❤️❤️

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dotster001 · 1 month

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Eric Venue

Summary: Vil x gn!reader (technically). Vil has always found your mannerisms to be endearing. They are less endearing when they are evoked by his father.

A/N: NEW DILF DROPPED AND I HAVE ZWRO SHAME AWOOGA!!! Special thanks to @animepaniclover122403 and @l1ls4y0 for being my eyes on the inside and getting me pictures. Warning, I'm on the EN server so I know absolutely nothing about Eric Venue so this may be very out of character.

Note: It's in my pinned post, and I've mentioned this in a couple posts, but if this is the first of my stuff you've read, I view NRC as an actual college, so reader here is 18+. If it makes you more comfy, imagine it as grad school age.

Vil remembers the first time you met him. You wouldn't look directly at him, opting to stare at the floor as you mumbled incoherent sentences. Not a clear thought left your mouth.

Were you scared? Intimidated? Or, worse, did you not like the way he looked? That last possibility kept him up longer than he'd be proud to admit.

When he moved in with you during SDC training camp, he watched you walk into a wall three separate times. It was that third time that he realized what the situation was. You were flustered. How absolutely adorable.

Over the course of the weeks, you were eventually able to say more than three words to him. You continued to have issues looking directly at him, but he didn't mind that. It was cute. And a little bit of an ego boost.

Now the two of you were thick as thieves. And, in a teasing mood, he decided to ask you about your initial reaction to him.

As expected, you couldn't look directly at him, staring at the floor as you fidgeted with clasped hands.

Then he heard, barely above a whisper, “I've never seen anyone who is as beautiful as you.”

His heart fluttered. He knew you well enough now to know that you were from another world…

Which meant…

He was more beautiful than anyone you'd ever seen in two worlds.

“Sometimes…sometimes I can't look directly at you because when I look at you I…I can't think, and my mouth goes dry.”

Adrenaline rushed through him, and he couldn't fight off the vicious grin as he cruelly took your chin in his hand, and forced you to look at him.

“You are so adorable.” Then, to absolutely destroy what little calm you had left he pressed a kiss to your nose. You immediately crumbled, your only life line the hand still holding your chin, as he hid his laugh behind a delicate hand to his mouth.

And now? Now he'd invited you home with him for summer break. He'd planned every day's outfit down to the hour, hoping to absolutely destroy you with his casual attire. Not that it was ever truly casual, but that was by design.

And, by the end of the summer, you'd ask him out, and he'd graciously accept. And then you'd live happily ever after.

He forgot to account for one thing…

“It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard quite a bit about you,” his father said with an amused smile, as he pressed a light kiss to each of your cheeks.

Vil knew immediately. Your eyes flicked to his father's, then your entire being crumbled.

“H-h-h-hi, Mr. Venue-”

"Oh please. No need to be so formal. Call me Eric.”

“E-E-E-”

“Father! I thought you had a meeting today,” Vil cut you off quickly, an unconcealed tinge of irritation to his voice. Not that you'd notice. You were too far gone, your face unsubtly turned down to your feet.

“I did, but I'd be a poor host if I didn't come meet your- what are they again?” His father smirked, a challenge in his eyes.

“I'm-I’m his-”

“Y/N’s my guest. My guest. No need to be a host, I have it all taken care of.”

Vil and his father smiled at each other for a moment. A moment too long apparently, because you ended up trying to speak again.

“Thank you for letting me stay in your home,” you whispered, barely audible.

“It's not a problem!” He reached out for your hands, taking them in his own, his thumbs gently caressing your knuckles. “It's wonderful that my son has people that are important to him. Would you, perhaps, like to stay forever?”

In a move very much like one of Vil's, Eric gently tipped your chin up to meet his gaze. Vil watched your face fall under the spell he himself often placed you under. It took everything inside him not to act like a child in a rage. Instead, he placed his hands on your shoulders, and quickly steered you away.

“Y/N is very tired so I will show them to their room,” Vil said. “As I said, I will be their host, no need for you to take time off.”

His father laughed as he quickly shoved you into a nearby guest room. Not even the one he had intended to put you in. But he had to get you away from his dad.

“He smelled nice,” you whispered.

Of course he did. His father smelled of mahogany and expensive cologne. When he was little, that smell meant home. Now that smell meant-

“He was so pretty,” you said with a rather nasty voice crack.

Vil grunted. Grunted! Sevens, the effect you had on him.

Just as his father had done, he took your chin in his hand, and said, firmly, “You're min-my guest. Not his. So try to keep your attention on me.”

You looked at him with big innocent eyes. Vil fought back a distressed, lovesick sigh.

“Understood…but…what if,” you bit your lip, and Vil knew whatever was about to come out of your mouth would give him gray hair. Though, clearly that would be something you would like.

“What if, you shared me?”

He stared at you, opening and closing his mouth a couple times.

“I could be both of your guests!”

“What! Do you know what you're saying?” You had to! At least a piece of you had to, or you wouldn't be continuing the conversation.

“I don't feel safe answering that question,” you said, your eyes narrowing in suspicion at his attitude.

“I'll be blunt, Y/N,” he said firmly. “You cannot date my father.”

“I never said-”

“You didn't have to. It's written all over your face.”

You opened your mouth to protest, closed it, huffed, looked away, then you turned back to him.

“Why not?”

Vil’s jaw dropped. He sputtered, then exclaimed, “Are you seriously asking why you can't date my dad?”

“He's a dilf,” you shrugged.

“You also can't look directly at him!”

“I can change-”

“Doubtful.”

“Wow, okay. I see what this is. You are intimidated by the thought of me as your step parent.”

“You can't be my step parent!”

“I knew it! You're scared of me wearing the pants between the two of us!”

“No! You can't date my dad, because you are supposed to fall for me!”

You blinked at him. He pinched the bridge of his nose between two perfectly manicured nails. There went his summer plan.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” He sighed heavily. “Oh, as in, you feel the same? Or oh as in, awkward, leave me alone?”

You looked away, and Vil was certain if he felt your cheeks, they would feel feverish.

“I-er-ugh.”

“Take your time,” he hummed his amusement coming back to him.

You glared at him, before crumbling again, and mumbling some gibberish.

“You can't even talk to me, but you think you can handle my father?”

You glared at him, then took a calming breath.

“I like you too.”

“Thank sevens,” he pulled you in for a hug, holding back a snicker as he felt you tremble a little.

“You smell good, too,” you muttered, before hiding your face in his shoulder. He could feel his pride swelling.

But only you could bring it down just as quickly as you brought it up.

“Why can't you share me?” your tone sounded innocent enough, but he groaned as he pushed you out at arms length.

“I absolutely forbid you from flirting with my father.”

“I have two hands, so I could hold both of your hands at the same time!”

“Y/N, do not make me use my unique magic on you,” he warned. He watched you glare at him, but you quickly lost your composure as he reopened his arms to you, and you buried yourself against him.

He had a whole summer to keep you away from his father.

Wonderful.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #eric venue

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married-to-google-translater · 29 days

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst meme #twst memes #twisted wonderland meme #twisted wonderland memes #eric venue #twst eric venue #twst headcanons #twst hcs #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland hcs

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kirisredriot · 2 months

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After Vil’s Broomquet card was released I saw a lot of theories about what happened to his mom since he’s never met her and doesn’t even know her identity. I’ve had this idea for awhile and I haven’t seen this theory yet (apologies if it has been thrown out there and I just didn’t see it). But what if Vil’s donor conceived.

What if Vil’s dad was struggling to find a long term relationship. Someone who can handle being with one of the most famous actors. Someone who wants him for him and not the money. He wants kids and as the years go by he feels like time is slipping away. He see’s his costars kids when they come to visit their parent on set and the joy on his costars faces when they see them. And he wants his kid to come and visit him on set too.

Finally Vil’s dad was done waiting for the right partner to come around and takes matters into his own hands. He contacts a clinic known for its discretion obviously recommended to him by costars who needed some help conceiving. He’s offered a book of women who donated their eggs and he flips through it looking for the right woman to be the “mother” of his child. He chooses one and then is connected to a surrogate who will carry his child for him. The surrogate signs a NDA and he hands over his genetic donation so Vil is 100% his father’s son. A month later he is contacted by the surrogate letting him know that she’s pregnant. Vil’s dad is over the moon his dream is finally coming true. A few months later he’s informed he’s having a boy.

He goes on as if life is normal for the next nine months, giving nothing away as he secretly prepares for his new arrival. The nursery is decked out and outfitted with only the best. Nannies have already been interviewed and hired at the ready for when he inevitably has to return to work. Then he gets the text he’s been waiting for. His surrogate is in labor. Baby Schoenheit is on his way.

Holding a newborn Vil for the first time was better than all the awards he’d won in his career.

The tabloids went crazy when Eric Venue announced Vil’s birth. Rumors flew when no one could dig up any information about Vil’s mom as his dad remains tight lipped about Vil’s conception. A one night stand, secret girlfriend, a costar who recently gave birth, and dying in childbirth. The reality is no one knows who his mother is other than a now redacted donor number.

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calcifiedunderland · 9 months

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Mirror, Mirror, Speak to Me~

or, Encounters of a Disney-aware Prefect ft. Vil Schoenheit

Part 1 (here), Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Hiii this is my first fic in a while, hope you like it I’m totally not nervous ahaha

SFW, no warnings. Please enjoy~

Reader is Prefect/Yuu, uses they/them pronouns.

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This was the fourth time today that Vil had to remind himself to relax his brow, before he got wrinkles.

First, he woke up and saw a brand new, bright red dot in the very middle of his forehead, undoubtedly thanks to stressing out over meeting you today. After he heaped on concealer and foundation to cover the nasty thing, his new heels he’d just bought snapped off just as he was about to leave the dorm. Third, while he was trying to put on a new pair of heels, some graceless first year slammed into him. They only spilled their alchemy potion homework over his carefully picked outfit that you would’ve undoubtedly complimented him, and also faceplanted his makeup all over the wall.

And now there was a smear of his carefully-applied makeup on the wall, his nose hurt, and his ego was about to shatter.

And fourth, but worst of all, he now had to stand you up because of some impromptu dorm head meeting. You, who had to deal with him and his antics during VDC. And his stupid jealousy of Neige. And his training regimen for the crew. And not to mention his overblot-

The two of you couldn’t pass a day without arguing in your dusty Ramshackle living room. Even still, it felt like aeons ago when he was nagging you about something-or-other, and you were yelling back. You were infuriating, but somehow it was nice to finally meet someone who didn’t see Vil Schoenheit the actor, world-class supermodel, and housewarden for Pomefiore. Someone who challenged him despite his authority and skill, someone who questioned him. Somehow, you pushed him to be better than he was already, but only after his overblot did he realize what you’d done for him.

And somewhere along the way, he started liking your presence, after you two warmed up to each other. Little things, like asking for your help in film club, to managing Epel, brought you closer. Until it finally came to taking you on a day-trip to his father’s movie set in the Shaftlands on a not-date date. Taking you out was the least he could do. He was taking you out to show you how film-making is done. And after he’d take you shopping. And maybe you’d notice the nice shade of red lipstick he’d bought and his eyeshadow to make his eyes pop and you’ll compliment him and you’ll tell him the things he wanted to hear from you oh-so badly—

He pinched the bridge of his nose, just as Epel poked his head into his room, dressed in his Spelldrive gear.

“Hey Vil, Rook wanted me to get you for the dorm meeting.” Vil stood and walked with him, meeting Rook at the hall of mirrors. His vice housewarden smiled at him.

“Bonjour mon roi, I see you’re as elegant as ever!” Vil’s brow twitched as Rook smiled innocently at him, reading him immediately. “Shall we head off? Afterwards, you can meet sa tricksteur for your little get-together.”

“Ya mean f’r his date?” Epel’s eyes widened as Vil glared at him, “I’m merely showing the prefect how film-producing is done. Besides, I haven’t seen my father since winter break, and unless you want to help me direct and edit the next movie in the Film Club-“

“You needn’t take the prefect all the way to the Shaftlands just to teach them about movie-making,” Rook pointed out, “you could just teach them. And isn’t your father’s set very close to some shopping centers you mentioned you wanted to take them to?”

Rook’s eyes narrowed and he smiled deviously. “You’re wearing your Tenebrés heels from monsieur mastermind and the lipstick the trickster said they liked on you. Not to mention, your pupils widened when you mentioned them.” Rook leaned in, grin widening. “Is visiting your father all you will be doing? ”

Epel smirked at Vil’s blank expression, adding “‘n when did they start bein’ prefect an’ not potato?”

Vil’s face felt hot. “Let’s go, Rook.”

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Vil’s going to be late.

You frowned at your phone, staring at the message.

Good morning (y/n), the headmaster called for a quick housewarden meeting. It shouldn’t take too long, I sincelerelt apologize for the delay. I’ll be there soon.

-V.S.

You sighed and pushed open the doors of to the Mirror Chamber. You’d agreed to meet Vil here and take the Mirror to the Shaftlands after getting permission from Crowley, but you didn’t even see the message until now. And now you had time to kill until Vil arrived.

The Mirror Chamber looked strange while it was empty. The room was lit by the ever-burning green flame torches, but it still looked ominous. Probably thanks to the big-ass mirror with a face looming in front of you.

You looked at it. You vaguely remembered your life before NRC, barely a few months ago but still hazy to your memory. You remember crouching in front of a television, watching an animated movie with jaunty music play.

A black-haired girl in a blue and yellow dress singing to a well. A man with a feather in his cap, brandishing a dagger and a wooden box. A beautiful woman with a crown and a black cape sneering at her, then with a flourish of her robes marching to…

A mirror?

You frowned, plopping in front of the mirror. The dark voids of its ‘eyes’ stared emptily. She said something to the mirror. Mirrors can talk? What did she say to it?

Your head hurt as you remembered the dreams you had leading up to Vil’s overblot. That woman looked too much like the Fairest Queen. But that mirror can’t be the same.

What did she say to the mirror?

You thought for a long moment, then mumbled awkwardly “Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?”

The Mirror loomed silently, not even regarding you. Well, you thought, the mirror isn’t really on a wall. It’s… floating?

Something about your wording still didn’t feel right. You shut your eyes and laid on the floor, trying to remember the Queen’s words.

Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?

That sounded right, but you’d have to reword it to be true. You thought for a moment, then spoke slowly, “Magic mirror in front of me, who would the fairest of them all be?”

The Mirror remained silent, and you laughed to yourself, “of course the mirror wouldn’t talk, it was just some drea-“

“Eyes bright as the starry sky,” the Mirror intoned,

“Heart kind as the mountain tall.

Mind broad as the clouds are high,

Thou, (y/n), are fairest of them all.”

Congrats, Mirror. You broke the (y/n).

How the fuck did you get the mirror to speak to you? You thought it only spoke to the headmaster that was just a stupid rhyme from my dream why did that-

Your mouth felt dry. Why did that work?

You stared at the Mirror. Now it’s void-like eyes seemed to look back at you and regard you. Not just a magicless prefect now, huh?

Was that just a dream? Was that just a movie you watched when you were younger? Five different dreams relating to Seven couldn’t be a coincidence. Why did it feel like you knew those stories? Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy???

Your mouth opened but before you could speak, your phone buzzed at your thigh. You flicked your screen and picked up the call, swallowing thickly and tried to act as if a Mirror didn’t call you fairest-of-them-all while you talked to the dude who overblotted over it.

“H-hey Vil, the meeting ended?”

Vil walked as fast as he could, heels clicking. “Yes, I’m heading to the Mirror Chamber,” he flicked open a compact mirror with his other hand, “have you been waiting long? I’m sorry.” Yes. His makeup stayed pristine.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll see you soon,” you hung up just as Vil swung the door open. You smiled at him. Was his makeup more on-point today?

“Ready to go?” He offered you his arm, which you took. “Yeah…” you regarded the mirror again. It stared blankly into the distance. Vil seemed to notice your stare, and he smiled sadly.

“You know, I think you’d like the Shaftlands,” he said softly, “where I grew up. The mountains where Jack and I used to play are beautiful. The sky is clear, and when the Aurora appears, it’s breathtaking. Jack and I used to cloud watch too,” he chuckled at the memory while you reeled from what the Mirror told you. Vil noted your arm tightening on his, and he patted you, “don’t be nervous. You’ll like it.”

That’s not why I’m nervous, you smiled at him, calming yourself. “I’m excited, don’t worry.”

With that, he turned to the Mirror and in a voice as authoritative as the Queen in your dream, said “Take us to the Shaftlands.”

The glass swirled and as you stepped into the cobblestoned streets of the Shaftlands, you pushed your encounter to the back of your mind. After all, your own Queen needed all your attention now. <3

Besides, what could some dusty old mirror know?

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Hi!! i hope this wasn’t too ooc, I had this idea for a while and the twst brain rot is real so I thought I’d write it. Likes and reblogs are appreciated, id love to know what you guys think 😄✨

I plan to do a pts 2 and 3 with rook and epel, stay tuned :3

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Twisted wonderland Tapis Rouge event spoiler

WELL...HELLO SALIOR ...LOOK AT THIS ....VIL'S DAD,Eric Venue (stage name) IS SO FINE ....LIKE SON AND FATHER.....

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst wonderland #vil schoenheit #tapis rouge #eric venue

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So y’all I can’t find any fanart of Vil’s father but we all know he’d be a dilf. So I bring you my hot take on what Mr. Schoenheit aka Eric Venue looks like:

He looks like Thranduil and nobody can change my mind.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst wonderland #twst disney #twisted wonderland disney #slug speaks 💛#vil schoenheit #Eric venue

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natsukishinomiyaswife · 1 month

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⋆ 𝓔𝓻𝓲𝓬 𝓥𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓮: 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 ⋆

More Eric Venue x Reader! (and even more to come! I love him so much) ♡ May be OOC due to lack of information ♡

⋆ Keeping in touch: Whenever Eric has to travel for work he always makes sure to keep in touch, whether it be through a short text sometime during the day or a phone call when he gets back to his hotel that night. Even when there's a time difference, expect him to keep in touch as much as possible, even if it means leaving you a voicemail. As soon as he gets a text or call back, a smile comes to his face, looking forward to when he has a free moment to respond.

⋆ Surprise gifts: Whether he's around or away for work, you're always on his mind, and he wants you to know just how much he loves and cares for you. A bouquet of flowers sent to your work, with a sweet card attached left unsigned. A package waiting at your door, a beautiful piece of jewelry inside that's the style and kind you wear. Getting a knock on your door around dinner time, opening it to find a delivery driver with your favorite food, already paid for with dessert for after. It made you feel cherished, with him texting or calling you later on to ask if you enjoyed it. Hearing how happy it made you makes him happy, already thinking of what to surprise you with next.

⋆ Affection: Whenever you have a private moment together he showers you in affection, unable to be as affectionate with you as he wants in public. Holding you in bed, waking you up with a gentle kiss. Wishing you a good morning as your eyes open, looking down at you fondly. Getting ready for the day together, talking and laughing as you go through your routines. Eric looking at you lovingly as he helps you put on jewelry, or with your hair, or with your clothes if there's a zipper or tie. Gazing into your eyes as you help straighten his suit, adoration shining in his as he thanks you with a brief kiss. Making breakfast together, Eric telling you to go sit when it's almost ready, wanting to serve it to you. Talking about your plans for the day as you eat, Eric kissing you lovingly at the door before you went your separate ways for the day.

⋆ Affection (continued): Kisses to your temple and forehead are common for Eric, unable to stop himself whenever he passes by. Whether you're sitting at the table, on the couch, laying in bed, or passing him in the hall, expect his lips to press against your temple or forehead before he continues on his way. Holding you, especially your hand, is also common for Eric. He can't resist taking your hand as you're cuddling, raising it towards his face to press a kiss to your knuckles. He'll continue to hold it, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand gently. Putting a hand near the lower part of your back or putting his arm around your waist is natural for him as you're walking together, a habit he catches himself doing even when you're in public. It's just so hard for him to resist, loving you as much as he does. If people paid more attention they would notice how his eyes always shined whenever he saw you, glittering with adoration.

⋆ Dates: Private dinners, private beaches, secluded places he won't be recognized. He won't deny how thrilling it is though, putting on a disguise to go out with you somewhere. It made him feel young, like he was a teenager again, sneaking around trying not to get caught. He wouldn't do this often, not wanting to risk revealing your relationship to the public. He's always a gentleman, getting out of the car first to open the door for you, holding the door for you anywhere you go so that you can enter first, holding out your chair before moving to sit in his own. Indoor dates are common, Eric wanting to unwind with you after a long day of filming. Making dinner together, watching some movies in bed. As long as he gets to spend time with you, that's all that matters.

⋆ Family dinners, trips, bonding, etc: Once he feels comfortable enough to introduce you to his son, expect to see him more often, being included in family events and outings. Joining them during the holidays, when they go on vacation, to dinners when Vil is home from school. Though he won't call you his parent, you are part of the family now, Vil wanting you to join them just as much as his father does. Expect him to give you advice on your personal care, whether it be a skin care routine or helping you choose outfits/clothes. It's how Vil shows he cares, enjoying how happy you make his father and wanting to be supportive however he can. You do the same for him, keeping up with what he's doing and paying attention to his accomplishments. Whenever he has an event at school, or has a new film/photoshoot/commericial coming out, you always congratulate him, making sure to see it and let him know what you think. It makes Eric so happy, seeing his son and his partner (the two people most important to him), getting along with each other. He was so happy to have met you, to have fallen for you, and to have you all to himself ♡

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡

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akeminui · 1 month

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No lube atp 🤷‍♀️

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pickingupmymercedes · 3 days

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My Venus - Lewis Hamilton (NSFW)

A MET Gala Special

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Famous!Reader

warnings: fashion world, sexual activities, (p in v), oral sex

Wrap it before you tap it!!!

wordcount: +3K

a/n: I know it's impossible for anyone to wear the original Venus Dior dress, it's a museum piece and it has been for decades, but it's a fic (and my favorite dress, ever) so let's go with it. Y/n is obviously someone really known in the fashion industry, but I didn't specify how, so it's totally up to you to create a back story.

a/n 2: Kind of a request. I was planning something already but anon gave me amazing ideas, thank horny anon!! Also, smut with a plot, what a shocker for me!!

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER, -18 DO NOT INTERACT.

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Y/n toyed with a stray piece of croissant, her gaze flitting from the cityscape outside to Lewis, who was deep in conversation with his stylist.

Sunlight streamed through the expansive windows on the opulent The Mark Hotel’s suite, a golden glow on the remnants of their breakfast. Crumbs danced on the crisp white tablecloth, a playful counterpoint to the elegant silver service glinting in the corner.

Eric, a man perpetually poised on the precipice of tranquility, leaned forward trying the nonchalantly posture as his eyes danced with curiosity. "Come on, Y/n, spill the beans! We’re all vibrating with suppressed curiosity."

Lewis, in is crisp white tee and black joggers, shot Eric a playful glare. "Thanks for that, mate. Subtlety is your strong suit, clearly." He turned to Y/n, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Seriously, love. The MET is in a few hours, you can tell us."

Y/n, who had mastered her poker face over the last five months of keeping that secret, took a delicate sip of her orange juice. "Let's just say," she drawled, her voice smooth as silk, "it has a very famous sister."

Eric groaned dramatically, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. "Oh, delightful. Lewis, bro, you're on your own with this one."

Lewis chuckled, shaking his head fondly. "You're a menace, Y/n." He winked, a shiver running down her spine despite the playful nature of the exchange. But the silence that followed held a different energy, charged with unspoken anticipation.

Lewis leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It’s something that is going to steal everyone breath away, so maybe it needs a security detail of its own?"

Y/n couldn't help but let a sly smile curve her lips. "Maybe." she teased, leaning in even closer. The scent of his signature cologne, a heady mix of wood and spice, filled her senses. "Maybe it'll have everyone whispering about who dared to wear such a legend."

A low rumble escaped Lewis' chest, a sound that sent a jolt of excitement through her. " An archive, huh?! " He said, his voice husky

Just then, Eric cleared his throat pointedly. "Right, right, all very hush-hush. But remember, Lewis, you have your Burberry fitting this afternoon. We can't have you looking too shabby next to your mystery woman in archives."

Y/n laughed, a light, tinkling sound that filled the room. "Oh, I'm sure Lewis will manage to steal the spotlight anyway."

Lewis winked again, his gaze lingering on her lips. "A competition, isn't it, love?"

Their playful sparring continued through the rest of the lunch, a delicious undercurrent of unspoken attraction running through their every word and glance. As they finished their coffee, the tension in the air thickened, a silent question hanging between them. It was time to leave, to face the world – and the MET Gala – separately.

But Lewis wouldn't let her go without a final flourish. He stood, his gaze holding hers, and offered a hand with a courtly bow. "Until tonight, my fashionista. May the best dresser win."

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The air crackled with anticipation as Y/n stepped out of the limousine, a vision as the cameras flashed like a sudden storm, capturing the first glimpse of her enigmatic beauty. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, a palpable wave of awe and recognition as Y/n slowly revealed the legendary Venus dress.

Time seemed to slow. Each step on the red carpet was a carefully choreographed performance, the weight of fashion history settling on her body like a luxurious cloak.

The gown, a masterpiece of delicate embroidery, whispered tales of a bygone era, its every fold a testament to the genius of Christian Dior himself. It clung to her like it had been designed for her. A silent promise of a woman both powerful and breathtakingly beautiful.

Y/n held her head high, a serene and honest smile playing on her lips. Yet, beneath the calm exterior, a thrill coursed through her veins. This wasn't just another red carpet.

Lewis, waiting further down the carpet, watched his breath hitch as she came into view. Initially stunned speechless, his jaw dropped in a way that sent the internet into a frenzy.

Here was the woman he knew, the one who matched his every playful jab with witty retorts, transformed into a goddess. He felt a surge of pride, a possessiveness that went beyond what he had felt before with people looking at her.

This was Y/n, his Y/n, stealing the spotlight of the most known fashion event with an audacity as breathtaking as the gown itself.

It was a declaration, a playful rebellion against expectations, most of them that she had created for herself, as she had stablished her style as the non conformative. Still, in The Garden of Time that was the MET, she was bringing one the most known and iconic flowers back to life.

Microphones were being thrusted in her face, a flurry of questions buzzed around her like excited bees, photographers going maniac at the sight of a dress that had been at an exposition for decades months prior being worn.

"Y/n, this is absolutely iconic! How did you manage to borrow this historical piece?" a seasoned entertainment reporter gushed.

Y/n, ever the diplomat, offered a practiced smile. "Let's just say it took a lot of convincing," she replied, the truth a delightful secret she'd keep to herself. "But I believe it was worth the effort."

"Do you feel any pressure wearing such a significant piece of fashion history?" another reporter chimed in.

An understanding glint sparked in Y/n's eyes. "It's a tremendous honour. But pressure is a luxury I don't have time for tonight. It's all about celebrating art, fashion and Christian Dior himself.” Her wit drew laughter and appreciative nods from the crowd, creating a true vision of a woman stunning and intelligent, truly worthy of the Venus.

As Lewis answered his own fielding questions about his Burberry ensemble, he couldn't help but steal glances at her. Her confidence radiated outwards, a magnetic force that drew everyone's attention. He felt a flicker of pride, ever so slightly tinged with a possessiveness that made him want to shout to the world, 'This is my woman.'

"Lewis," a young reporter, eyes wide with admiration, interjected, "What are your thoughts on Y/n's stunning outfit?"

Lewis, ever the charmer, took a playful dig. "Well, let's just say" he drawled, mirroring her earlier cryptic response, "It was worthy of the months of secrecy. She awed everyone as much as she awes me."

As Y/n went up the stairs she found Lewis at the entrance waiting for her, his eyes boring wholes onto her skin. Lewis leaned close, a hand reaching for hers as his voice a huskily murmured "You're incredible, Y/n," his eyes lingering on her "Absolutely breathtaking, love."

Y/n, feeling the warmth of his gaze on her exposed skin, a secret smile played on her lips. There was a thrill in knowing she had surprised him, in seeing the awe and possessiveness flicker in his eyes.

"You know …” she teased, resting her hands on his shoulders as he reached for her waist, a sequence of flashes going off as they showed affection "This was all about making a statement”.

The throng of bodies inside the museum buzzed with an electric energy. As they navigated the crowded halls, Y/n couldn't help but notice the way heads turned their way. Whispers and glances followed them like a second skin.

Lewis, sensing her amusement, leaned in with a smirk. "Enjoying the attention, love?" he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Oh, absolutely," Y/n deadpanned, batting her eyelashes playfully. "It's not every day I get to feel like a museum exhibit myself."

Lewis chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "Well, you are a work of art yourself. But you’re also wearing one."

Suddenly, a whirlwind of hair materialized beside them. Zendaya, ever the fashion icon, flashed a dazzling smile. "Y/n, girl! That dress. How?!”

Before Y/n could reply, Zendaya dragged her towards the main exhibition, where Venus’ sister dress – Junon – was center piece, photographers already positioned for the Dior reunion.

Lewis, hovered nearby, a playful smile on his face. Even with the constant interruptions, his gaze never strayed far from Y/n.

As she managed to escape the scene, Y/n couldn't help but notice Lewis's gaze burning into her. "You know," she said, meeting his stare with a smirk, "I can actually feel your eyes searing holes in my dress, Lewis."

He chuckled, leaning closer. "Can't blame a guy for appreciating a masterpiece, can you?" he countered, his voice a husky murmur.

Just as Y/n leaned in to retort, a gaggle of socialites descended upon them. Throughout the pleasantries, Y/n couldn't ignore the heated glances Lewis kept throwing her way. His gaze lingered on the exposed skin of her shoulders, and a playful glint in his eyes hinted at something more than mere admiration.

Finally, as the speeches began and everyone went to their seats, Lewis leaned in close, pulling her towards his side, his voice a husky whisper in her ear. "They can all look, love." his eyes holding hers. "But you're mine."

The speeches droned on, a monotonous hum that Y/n barely registered. Her focus was solely on Lewis, his hand possessively resting on her hand on her lap. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, a stark contrast to the cool of the dress against her skin.

As the formalities dragged on, the air crackled with unspoken desire. Every brush of their bodies, every stolen glance, fueled a fire that threatened to consume them.

"This is torture," he breathed, his breath tickling a sensitive spot on her neck. "All I want is..." he trailed off, his eyes dropping suggestively to the exposed skin of her chest.

Y/n raised an eyebrown, a delicious mix of excitement and apprehension in her body language. "Finish that sentence, Lewis" she purred, her voice barely a whisper.

“You, alone." he finished, his voice rough with desire. "Somewhere I don’t need to share."

His hand moved up to her shoulders. His fingers finally grazing the edge of the dress, a silent question hanging in the air. Y/n, emboldened by the setting and the audacity of the dress itself, met his gaze with a playful smile.

"There might be a deserted exhibit around the corner," she said, her voice barely above a breath. "One filled with creatures long extinct."

A wicked grin spread across Lewis's face. "Hm…" he murmured, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint. Every glance from him felt like a branding iron, searing the memory of him onto her skin.

When the event finally came to its end, they navigated the crowd, Lewis's possessiveness evident in the way he kept guiding her by the small of her back, a silent declaration. Every so often, his eyes would flick to the exposed skin of her shoulders.

They managed to get by the crowds unusually quickly, ushered greetings and nods a clear sign everyone wanted out. But, as they approached the exit, a familiar face beamed at them. Stella McCartney, a vision of elegance in her silver dress, rushed forward to greet Y/n.

"Y/n, you look absolutely phenomenal!" Stella exclaimed, throwing her arms around Y/n in a warm embrace. "That dress! It's absolutely breathtaking."

Y/n put out a smile. "Thank you, Stella. It was an honor to wear such a piece of history." While Stella gushed about the intricacies of the dress, Lewis tried to exchange a knowing look with Y/n.

The unspoken desire simmering between them was palpable, an energy that crackled in the space between them. Just then, a low chuckle caught Y/n's ear. Gayle King, stood nearby, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Lewis" she started, her voice smooth as silk, "I haven't seen you this speechless in years. Y/n, you've absolutely stolen the show."

Lewis, ever the charmer, offered her a playful smile. " You know Y/n, she has a knack for making an entrance."

Gayle, unfazed by his attempt at deflection, turned to Y/n, her gaze sharp and knowing. "You two," she said, linking her arm in Y/n's, "must tell me all about this later. That dress…and the look on Lewis's face… well, that was priceless”

Y/n, her cheeks burning, couldn't help but steal a glance at Lewis. His gaze met hers, a silent conversation passing between them. They both knew Gayle was right, and that everyone had probably also seen his gaze.

As they reached the exit, Gayle pulled Y/n to the side, their voices dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Keep doing whatever you're doing, Y/n" Gayle said, a mischievous glint in her eyes, leaning in even closer "That boy is absolutely smitten.”

Y/n couldn't help but let out a soft laugh "Thanks, Gayle" she whispered back. With a final hug, Gayle retreated to her own car, leaving Y/n and Lewis to get into theirs. The tension between them thick, a charged silence that spoke volumes as Lewis held open the car door for her.

He slid into the car beside her, wasting no time in letting his hand roam up under the dress, reaching her thighs in no time. A devilish grin spreading across his face, leaned in close. "She's right, love" he murmured, his voice husky. "You've got me completely wrapped around your fingers."

The heat of his touch sent a jolt of electricity through her. He caressed the soft skin, his fingers brushing tantalizingly close to her hips. Y/n, unable to contain a shiver, bit her lip. "Lew" she breathed, her voice laced with a playful warning. "Careful now. We're not exactly alone."

He chuckled but continued his exploration, his fingertips brushing against the bare skin just above the hem of her dress. The driver, through the rearview mirror, couldn't help but steal a glance. Y/n, catching a glimpse of his reflection, couldn't help but feel a thrill of exhibitionism mixed with a playful desire to tease Lewis further.

As Lewis's hand continued its ascent, his fingers brushed against a smooth, unexpected surface. He paused, his brow furrowing in confusion. A beat of silence hung in the air before it dawned on him. No underwear.

"Couldn't risk an underwear line ruining this moment" her voice laced with a playful challenge. The audacity of her statement, coupled with the realization, made his breath hitch in his throat, raw desire clouding his eyes.

He pulled his hand back abruptly, a silent promise hanging in the air. The confined space crackling with unspoken desire.

As Y/n stole a glance at him, her heart pounded in her chest. He was trying to control himself, a clear struggle evident in the way he held his breath and clenched his jaw. The bulge in his trousers, who had been previously concealed by his trench coat, was now a very visible sign to his arousal.

"Not long until we get back, Love" Lewis finally managed, his voice husky with frustration. He leaned back in his seat, running a hand through his braids in a frustrated gesture. Y/n, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, let out a low chuckle.

Relief washed over both of them as they pulled into the hotel. A small army materialized around them. Her team, ever-efficient, whisked them towards her suite, their focus solely on getting her out of the Venus dress.

Throughout the undressing, Lewis hovered on the periphery, his eyes laser-focused on Y/n. He watched with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Every so often, he would discreetly lick his lips, a gesture that spoke volumes of his pent-up desire.

The process was a delicate ballet – a team of stylists unhooking intricate clasps, another carefully lowering the billowing skirt. Finally, wrapped in a plush towel, Y/n stood alone with Lewis, her team discreetly melting away, a knowing smile playing on their lips.

Lewis crossed the room in two long strides, the heat of anticipation crackling in the air between them. His hand reached out, almost hesitantly, to brush a strand of her now loosened hair. The touch, seemingly casual, sent a jolt of electricity through her, igniting a fire that had been smoldering all evening.

"There you are," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Beautiful, captivating, and all mine. Only mine."

His words hung in the air like a promise, the most possessive claim she had ever heard from him. They resonated deep within her, stirring something primal. As her heart pounded in her chest, she couldn’t help but lean into his touch, seeking solace and desire in his embrace.

"All yours," she whispered, her voice thick with longing. Their lips met in a searing kiss, a collision of pent-up desire and raw emotion. In that moment, the playful banter of the night melted away, replaced by a raw hunger that neither could – or wanted – to deny.

Each second ticked by like a whisper of urgency. They had only about twenty minutes before they were due to leave for the after-party. With practiced efficiency born of desire, she threw the towel onto the bed, leaving herself bare before him, a silent invitation hanging in the air.

Lewis's eyes roamed over her, a smirk playing on his lips as she reached down to undress him from his pants. "Don't have time for that, love," he murmured, his hands stopping hers with a swift motion.

With a sudden shift of momentum, he flipped her, his hands tracing over her tummy as he left a trail of kisses along her shoulder. Each kiss sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through her, her breath hitching with every touch of his lips against her skin.

His hands ventured lower with each kiss, until they reached her folds, his touch igniting a primal hunger within her. A low growl escaped his lips as his fingers delved into her depths, drawing out her arousal with a skillful touch that left her trembling with desire.

Feeling the urgency of their fleeting moments, she flipped around, dropping to her knees to palm him through his boxers. The outline of his thick arousal was already prominent, and she freed it eagerly, the velvet hardness filling her hands. With practiced skill, she teased him, eliciting a delicious hiss of pleasure as she took him into her mouth, savoring the taste of him.

But time was slipping away and they both knew it. Five minutes had already slipped by, according to the bedside clock. His hands gripped her chin, pulling her up "I promise later we can take our time, but I need your pussy right now," he breathed, urgency lacing his words with a desperate plea.

With a hungry nod, she positioned herself, elbows resting on the armchair, presenting herself to him with a silent invitation. The tip of his arousal teased her entrance, collecting her slickness before he plunged into her with a single, deep thrust. A sharp cry escaped her lips as he bottomed out, his hands soothing the skin of her hips as he waited for her signal to move.

"Lew" she moaned, her voice a desperate plea for release. His fingers circled her clit, igniting a fire within her as he began to move, each thrust driving her closer to the edge of oblivion.

It didn't take long before she was panting, her body trembling with the force of her climax. Lewis held her close, whispering words of encouragement as she rode the wave of ecstasy, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their shared passion.

As she steadied herself, he resumed his frenzied thrusts, his movements becoming more urgent as he neared his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he spilled himself inside her, holding her tightly as their bodies trembled with shared pleasure, the world fading away into a haze of ecstasy.

When he pulled out, she turned into his embrace, cupping his face in her hands as she gazed into his eyes, her heart overflowing with emotion. "They can look all they want, but you're the one here," she declared, pulling him into a passionate kiss, sealing their bond with a promise of devotion and desire.

His hands left her only briefly to clean her up before dressing himself, his movements slow and deliberate as he savored the lingering moments of what had just happened.

As he emerged in his Dior attire, abs on full display, Y/n's eyes sparkled, a playful challenge in her voice. "Guess, you're the one drawing all the attention now," she teased as she admired him.

Lewis chuckled, his gaze lingering on her in the black Dior mini. "You don't look too bad yourself, love," he countered, his voice a low rumble.

He pulled her close, his hand trailing down her back. "But trust me," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear, "tonight, the only eyes I care about are yours."

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MINORS DNI

top amab reader x bottom eric shoenheit/venue (around 2.1k words)

cw: breeding kink, pregnancy kink, slight feminization (both cock and cunt used for eric), erectile dysfunction, mention of belly bulge, probably ooc eric crazy how i know next to nothing about him, but the horny thoughts keep coming

When you return to the hotel room it takes you no time at all to realize you aren’t alone. Eric’s form is silhouetted by the large window that offers sufficient lighting for the room. A fragment of that light reflects off of Eric’s hair now, creating a lovely pale golden hue. The presence of your boyfriend is unexpected, but welcomed, an easy smile appearing on your face as you walk towards him. He’s sitting at the desk pen still in his hand as you approach him from behind and wrap your arms around him.

“Hi, love” his smooth voice is coated in fondness, and he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. An action that still caused you to feel a gentle tug in the pit of your stomach. You respond with a kiss to the top of his head, which you noticed was wet a few moments prior. It was easy to deduce he had taken a shower due to the plush white robe he was wearing and the fact that his hair smelled like the warm musk and gentle florals of his shampoo.

“If I had known you’d be here, you could have saved some money on the massage you booked for me.” While the massage you had just gotten had loosened your muscles and left you feeling serene, you couldn’t help but admit to yourself you would have easily traded it for a chance to join him in the shower. Maybe you would have gotten a chance to get a massage from his hands instead.

“Actually, I would have spent double the money because I would be right beside you getting one myself” he chuckled.

“You were already gone when I got back, so I settled for a shower. Though I suppose there’s plenty of time to get a massage since I won’t be on set today”

“Did something happen?” You knew he was meant to be stuck on set all day, which is why he booked the massage for you. He had a habit of ensuring you never felt neglected when you traveled with him.

“They wanted to go in a different direction with some of the takes from yesterday, but I wasn’t in many of the scenes they were reshooting.”

“Lucky you” you hummed allowing your gaze to drift to what he was writing before your arrival. Seeing it was a postcard, you knew it was for his son, Vil, before even seeing Eric’s elegant script addressing him.

“Is that the postcard you bought at the museum earlier this week? The one with the stunning stained glass dome?” You lean down, your cheek brushing his as you take a closer look.

“It is” You see a soft smile grace his face out of the corner of your eye. “I thought Vil would appreciate its beauty. As a kid he was awestruck by any form of stained glass he came across. I can still picture him marveling the way the colorful patterns would reflect onto his skin.” He lets out a breathy laugh that is a mixture of amusement and nostalgia.

“It’s very suiting that the Pomefiore dorms have stained glass windows, though I’m sure he would have figured out how to obtain it himself if needed.”

Your chin rests on Eric’s shoulder, more than content to let him talk about the son that he loved more than anything else. You actually found his doting to be rather attractive, and that attraction only increased with the sight of his chest hair peeking out of the hotel’s robe.

You allow your fingertips to rake through it soothingly as you listen to him talk about another memory of Vil.

“Ah, that’s nice” he leans back, letting out a content sigh as he acknowledges your touch.

“Well, you did say you needed a massage. I think I’m capable of helping you with that. Would you like me to?”

“Yes…I would” His breathy reply is broken up by the smallest whimper. Who would have thought the famous actor, Eric Venue, would already be coming undone at the thought of your touch, but you loved how he expressed his desperation freely, never failing to get you hard.

You slide the robe off his shoulders, slowly trailing kisses from his jawline to his collarbones as you gently massage his shoulders. He gasps, his right hand attempting to grasp your shoulder when you give the small age spot on his chest extra attention. You can’t help but tease him further, smirking against his skin before you take it between your teeth. The unabashed moan that leaves his lips almost takes every intent to take your time with it.

“Fuck, you’re so hot” you praise him as you pull his chair back so can kneel on your knees in front of him. You waste no time resuming your previous ministrations except this time it’s his nipple between your teeth, and his hand is grasping the back of your head. The lapels of his robe are pulled farther apart, but you aren’t satisfied until you clumsily untie his robe and push the lapels aside so you can see all of him.

When you massage the skin on his side, he whines slightly bucking up his hips, obviously wanting your attention elsewhere, but you’re not ready to oblige him yet, your hand traveling to his toned thigh instead. You massage it the best you can with one hand, your attention being mainly focused on littering his chest with marks, which may just happen to follow the trail of his few scattered age spots.

You tease his inner thigh, but keep a firm grip not allowing him to squeeze his thighs against you.

“I need you now” Eric lifts your chin so that he can kiss you properly, his movements feverish and the whines against your lips desperate.

“Then I need…” you speak in the breaths between your kisses. “you in the bed.” You go to stand up but Eric seems hesitant to join you.

“Oh, I’m…” his voice sounds breathless, and you think that maybe he needs a short break. He looks disheveled despite the fact you haven’t fucked him yet. He surprises you, however, by saying something else instead.

“I’m not hard yet” he frowns. “I’m sorry to interrupt this, love, but I should go get the pill” He stands but you block his path.

“I thought you would know by now Mr. Schoenheit, that it doesn’t matter to me.” You kiss his lips, hands going to his waist with the intent of leading him to the bed.

“A pretty little soft cock won’t stop me from fucking you.” He moans against your lips. “I can still get you pregnant.” Your teeth tease his bottom lip. “That’s what you want right?”

He mewls, eagerly helping you shed your clothes after he takes off his robe, and he lets you guide him onto the bed. “Please” he manages to beg not even needing you to say a word before he faces away from you, getting settled on his hands and knees.

“You know how badly I want to make you a mom, right?” You take your time massaging his back. “Fill your cunt with my cum, see you with a nice swollen stomach, knowing how good you will be at taking care of our baby.” Great seven, you wanted it so bad.

“I’d do it, my love” he glances back at you, practically panting like you’ve already fucked him dumb, but a small smile hangs on his face and he looks at you with heavy lust.

“Fuck, I know you would, baby girl.” You retrieve the lube that you two had already put in the hotel’s nightstand. You stand behind him, coating two of your fingers with lube. Kneading his ass with the other hand, you insert one finger slowly into his entrance.

“Ah… feels so good” he instinctively pushes back against you, his silent way of begging you to go deeper. You still take your time ensuring that he’s properly prepared.

“Of course, I’m going to make you feel good. You’ll take such good care of our baby, that I’ll be sure to take care of you.” You trail kisses up his spine as you push the tip of your second finger into him. He can’t help but look back at you, searching for your lips, and you swallow his moan, moving closer to him by putting one knee on the bed. You allow your free hand to caress his cheek, thumb swiping across his lip, spreading the bit of spit that’s already there.

“I’ll fill all your needs.” You push your thumb in between his lips, his tongue immediately roaming all around it before softly sucking and eliciting a low groan from your lips. “And fill all your holes” you add wanting nothing more than to fuck him until he can’t manage to hold himself up anymore. Only being able to make noises of pleasure as you continue to thrust into him, laying in a pool of his own sticky cum that manages to leak out of that pretty little soft cock of his.

“Ask me to, baby girl. Ask me to fuck you” Your hand that is now covered in his spit and your own pre cum slides up and down your cock, your two fingers on the other hand still stretching his tight hole.

“You know I want you to fuck me. I want you fuck me until you’ve bred me. Until you can’t fit anymore cum in my hole” Great seven, he was going to drive you insane, though you shouldn’t be surprised because he’s not one to be reserved with his words around you.

“Fuck, baby girl. If I didn’t want to breed you so badly, I’d fuck that dirty mouth of yours” You finally take your fingers out of him, getting him to move forward so you can position yourself on the bed behind him. You apply more lube onto your cock and finally push your tip against his entrance.

With another whine from Eric, you slide yourself into him, exhaling a moan as he squeezes tightly around your length. You’ve barely just got your slow thrusts at a consistent pace when he begs you to fuck him harder. Tightly gripping his hips, you eagerly pound into him faster and push your cock even deeper. You want him to feel you in his stomach, and you wrap a hand around his waist to feel the slight bulge created by you roughly fucking his insides.

Feeling the pressure in your gut build, you steady yourself above him, pressing up against his back and kissing the back of his neck. You decrease the tempo of your thrusts a bit, but increase the force of each thrust, the sound of skin slapping skin becoming louder, but not loud enough to drown out Eric’s string of moans.

You feel the top half of his body tremble underneath you, his arms most likely giving out. You kiss and suck on the skin at the hollow of his neck, applying enough gentle pressure to wordlessly guide him to his elbows. Determined to fuck him fully into the mattress and reach your climax you begin to thrust into him with reckless abandon.

Eric moans and gasps beneath you as he tightly grasps the sheets in front of him. Almost over the edge, you focus on hitting his prostate, which has his body shaking from overstimulation. You let out a strangled moan of your own as a wave of pleasure overcomes you, cum spilling into Eric’s hole.

“Fuck” you hiss settling your cock deeper in him as you continue to empty yourself inside him.

“Hmmm I love you” Eric manages to get out, the side of his face still pressed against the bed.

“I love you too, baby” you moan the words as you make small thrusts, slowly easing your cock out of him. He whines when he can no longer feel your cock inside him, but that turns into hums of pleasure as you knead his ass and tell him how pretty he looks with your cum leaking out of him.

Neither of you quite ready to get cleaned up, you end up on your sides, holding Eric close to you as you press kisses to his hot, sweat-slicked skin and fondle his soft cock, feeling the sticky evidence of his climax on his tip and on his stomach as you move your hand to hold him closer to you.

“You said you wanted me to fuck you until I’ve bred you” you remind him, your hot breath fanning over his neck as you chuckle. He joins you in soft laughter.

“And I’m going to hold you to it” you know without even looking at him he’s smirking. You then feel his warm hand cover yours, squeezing it affectionally.

“Fine with me”

a note from vern: ugh i'm feeling so goofy silly insane over this man rn🥴 i'm so down bad i started writing this fic the same day i discovered his existence. i couldn't decide if i wanted to praise him or degrade him. to play with his small cock or tease his sensitive clit. so i didn't choose... there may or may not be another fic coming soon...

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