#hes so cute as a showgirl
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ive been drawing finn so cute in these studies like.. ugh
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AUGH THE COWBOY FIC WAS SO FUCKING CUTE FHSHJSBUSKFDSKUS I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!!!! OUUUUUU
I ALREADY HAVE ANOTHER IDEA FOR THEM!!!! so the reader eventually has to get to the next town for a week or two for a series of shows, reader tells Cole where he’ll be and where he’ll preform so Cole can send him a letter if he’d like. Cole obviously send a him letters and reader writes back every time. But one day Cole doesn’t send reader a response and this makes him think Cole lost interest for some reason, so readers moping around and complaining about it to other show girls until Cole shows up at the place their preforming. Reader spots Cole in the crowd and gets excited immediately and the rest of the show he has a wide smile up until he can go out and talk to Cole who has flowers for the reader!!!
THIS CAN END FLUFFY OR SMUTTY OR BOTH IDC I JUST LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH YOU DONT GET IT IM CRAZY RAH :3
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✶ ﹑ㅤletters & flowersㅤ﹏
NOW STARRING : Cole the cowboy x 'showgirl' m!reader
「ㅤSFW & NSFWㅤ」ㅤhalf is sfw and half is nsfw (the nsfw part will be separated and labelled as nsfw!)
✙ NSFW warnings — sub!top cole, dom!bottom/power bottom reader, cole is a virgin, riding, tummy bulge, cole is more vocal than reader, first time
notes ,, go to part one if you haven't read it already! Not proofread !!
You were able to extend your stay at Pinecrest just for a little while, and during your time here you were able to meet so many people and learn so many things about agriculture, farming, taking care of animals, and you even got to meet the local dog, Scout. More importantly, you were able to spend more time with Cole. He took you out almost every night to go sightseeing, taking you to his favourite spots whether it was in the mountains or by the lake. He even taught you how to ride your own horse and named her Taffy after you; since you were so sweet.
Nothing could've replaced those star-filled nights where it was just you and Cole with your horses, Taffy and Spirit, enjoying the cool breeze and endless conversations that seemed to meander. However, you were a busy man, especially while being in the entertainment industry you didn't have time to stick around forever. You could feel your heart sink just a little bit when your manager had announced that another show would be held in the next town for a few weeks. Of course you enjoyed your line of work, you loved performing, loved being on stage and hearing the cheers of others, but you also loved Cole's company. You knew that Cole had a role here at Pinecrest and it would've been selfish of you to ask him to come with you. But, it wasn't like you were going to keep this whole ordeal a secret from him.
"Cole?" Your voice seemed to break the silence; his head turned to look at you, "Yeah?" Cole's voice was warm, and gentle with a hint of ruggedness like honey dripping over gravel, and the way his eyes glittered when they met yours was enough to make your legs weak under the eye contact, causing you to splutter when you decided to speak again. "I– I have to leave tomorrow, I got another show I need to do at the next town," You mumble, shying away from his entrancing gaze. The cogs in his rusty little brain were visibly turning as Cole stared at you blankly with his lips parted like he was trying to comprehend your words. You can tell it finally settled in his mind when his face deflated like a sad puppy, "You're leavin' sugar?" His voice wavers as he stared at you; the fingers that were once tracing the rim of his glass paused, and the bartender took this moment of Cole's sad expression as a cue to refill his cup with root beer.
Oh, you couldn't do this to him. It was almost like kicking an abandoned puppy on the side of the road — totally cruel. You proposed the idea of sending letters and his sad puppy expression lifted just a little. Fishing in your bag you pulled out a flyer of your next show, sliding it across the counter so he could keep a copy for himself, "Here, send them to this address," you tapped the words in bold that say where you were performing. Cole — of course — takes the flyer eagerly, scanning over it to mentally note down the information written on it, "I'll definitely be sendin' you letters honey," Cole smiled with his dimples peeking through. He picked up his glass of beer and placed it between his lips to take a swig before he started blabbering about whatever came to his mind, a common habit of Cole, and you were always keen to listen to his rambles. You could listen to his voice all night long.
Unfortunately, Cole's most dreaded day came when you had to leave for the next town. He most definitely was one of the first people to wake up at the crack of dawn to catch you before you left, pressing a light, lingering kiss on the back of your palm as if you were a prince and he was nothing but a humble knight. After the townspeople waved you off, you and your fellow performers left via the vans. It was approximately a four hour ride, it would've been quicker if you took the train but your manager insisted to go by car for the scenery. You felt yourself missing Cole more than ever, more than anyone else that you've met and being in multiple towns and countries, you've met alot of people.
Your show was held over four days with a one day break in between and a few free days to explore the area — a total of one week and 3 days. As promised, after settling down in the new town, you received letters every morning from Cole. They usually contained heartfelt messages about his day, his animals, what he ate for every meal, some local gossip, and of course expressing how much he missed you. He even signed every letter with small doodles of what you assumed to be him and Scout. Sometimes, he'd even attach small poloroids of himself usually with Taffy and Spirit in the back. Every night when you had time to spare you scavenged your hotel room for a spare piece of paper and a pen, writing back a response with your signature and some doodles that were definitely not as good as Cole's. It's corny, but you kissed the envelop after sealing it before sending it off back to him.
One day after your 2nd show, you stopped receiving letters, and it really messed up your mood. Did Cole lose interest? Had he found someone better than you? Was it because you were away? All these thoughts ran through your mind and you found yourself slumped at the vanity, complaining and whining to the other showgirls on how you felt like he didn't like you anymore. Knowing how supportive the girls are, they always attempted to comfort you, patting your back and reassuring you that he might’ve just not had any time to write back, that he was busy tending the cattle and whatnot. But no matter what they said, that feeling if a pit in your stomach lingered for the 3rd show. Your aura wasn't the same, your energy wasn't the same, you couldn't perform as well as you did the first two shows.
But suddenly, you felt a strange, familiar pair of eyes staring at you from the crowd. Mid dance, your eyes scanned the sea of people and caught on that dear smile that seemed to light up even the darkest of nights. Cole. That stupidly charming cowboy was nestled in between the bodies of others looking at you. Just you with those eyes filled with admiration. Your heart skipped a beat — or multiple — and you felt your lips involuntarily curl up into a smile.
"That's it. That's the smile I love."
With a new-found burst of energy, your limbs no longer felt sluggish and that fake smile was replaced with a genuine one. All of the sudden, the spotlight seemed to focus on you, highlighting the sequins that glittered on your costume and your bright smile. The other showgirls seemed to notice your change in mood and they all shot you small smiles, watching at how your hips swayed with the beat of the music and how your dance lightened up the atmosphere. You couldn't wait to see him.
Once the performance ended and you and the other performers bowed, you immediately ran out into the crowd, searching frantically for Cole but no matter how hard you looked and pushed through the people, you couldn't find Cole. Your feet picked up in speed as you ran outside, looking around to find Cole leaning against a streetlight with a bouquet in his hands. "Hey," You huffed, catching your breath from all that running around. "You were— amazing, sweetheart," Cole smiled, extending his arm out for you to take the bouquet of dasies, "U–uhm, the daises are hand picked if— if you were wonderin'." From the way he was stuttering over his words like a highschool boy confessing to his crush, and how his eyes focused on anything but your face, you could tell he's never given flowers to anyone in such a romantic way. They were beautiful, all thoughtfully placed together to make the bouquet aesthetically pleasing with a white ribbon tied around the stems with a small bow. You took the bouquet before wrapping your arms around Cole in a warm embrace. He didn't expect you to hug him so abruptly but he for sure did not complain, taking only a second to return the hug, wrapping his arms around you protectively. "I've never seen you smile so wide before darlin,' were you excited to see me?" Cole chuckled, keeping your face pressed against his cheek as he tangled his fingers through your hair. A small laugh escaped your lips too as you teased back, "Don't get ahead of yourself now."
After catching up a bit on the way back to your hotel, you found out through Cole that one of his cows gave birth to an adorable baby he named 'Choco' from its brown coloured fur. He really did have a quirk in naming animals. Once back, he helped you find a vase for your daisies, filling it up with water before carefully plopping your flowers in them. You flopped onto the bed, bouncing slightly from how plush the mattress was, and Cole followed shortly, laying right beside you. As you laid on the bed with your eyes staring up at the white ceiling, you felt a hand tangle with yours, turning your head to meet Cole's grin and his hands holding yours tightly. "Thanks for coming tonight," You were more than happy that he actually took the time out of his day to come all the way here to watch you perform again, "You know I'd do anythin' for you sugar," He cooed, squishing your cheeks between his fingers before he brought your face to his, giving you a small peck on the lips. You always loved how soft and gentle Cole's lips felt agaisnt yours, and they always had a faint taste of strawberries on them.
"That's too corny,"
"You want corn? We can go to the corn fields sometime if that's what you want"
And that earnt a pillow straight to his face.
One kiss turned into two, maybe three, with you leaning over Cole's body while he was still laying down. His arm snaked over to hook around your waist, pulling you closer to him and tangling his legs with yours. As he presses his body agaisnt yours, you felt him poke at your thigh. He was excited, something that you didn't expect from sweet little Cole. He seemed to notice and it was evident through the blush that creeped up his neck, "S–sorry... it's instinct y'know?" His words stumble over eachother and he brings a hand to his face, hiding behind the comfort of his palms as embarrassment ate away at him. It was adorable! This guy being such a flustered mess just from a few kisses and you haven't even done anything that intimate yet.
You reassure him, obviously; you tell him that it's natural and that it's okay to react this way. But then it strikes you. He seemed so inexperienced, so shy about everything. Was Cole a virgin? "I've never done anythin' like this before... I've never felt this way about someone else," His usually loud and confident voice was now reduced to a soft, nervous whisper. He shuffled slightly, pulling you up and onto his lap, his eyes glittered with nervousness and excitement, "D'you think you could show me a thing or two?" Damn. The way he's looking at you with pure love and sincerity made your blood pump faster from how quick your heart was beating. You've been dying for this too, so why not?
You helped him undress before following shortly after, discarding your clothes somewhere in the hotel. He was surprisingly big— like really big. His pretty pink tip was already glistening with pre-cum from the previous kisses and he had a prominent vein that ran down the underside of his cock that was bound to be a sensitive spot for him. Cole was also more built than you expected, he had toned muscles that were most defined in his arms and he had pretty big pecs. They were like pillows, you'd have to convince him to let you sleep on them later. Cole refused to look you in the eyes while you rummaged the beside drawers for lube. You put a generous amount on your palm before placing the bottle down and turning to face Cole, who was trembling like a little mouse.
"Relax," you cooed, wrapping your lubed up hand around his shaft, pumping slowly to coat him. His body physically jerked once he felt the cool substance around his cock, and a low whine slipped from his lips. Cole's breathing became more heavy as you slowly stroked his length, his eyes fluttered with every movement. Once you deemed that to be enough, you slowly moved to hover over his lap and Cole's hands immediately went up to grip your hips for stability. You knew this would hurt; you weren't properly prepared but you didn't care that much. Slowly, you sunk down on Cole's cock, feeling the slight burn as you bit back small whimpers. "You okay sugar? 'Mnot hurtin' you am I?" Cole grunted, his fingers gripping your hips even more, guiding you down his length. He was concerned, yes, but he also couldn't help from twitching inside you.
"I'm fine," you replied with a small huff once you were able to take Cole in fully, relaxing a bit so you could get used to his size. Cole on the other hand was certainly not relaxing. You could almost see the muscles on his arm tense and he had this unfamiliar look in his eyes like he was desperate for something, any sort of movement from you. After awhile of just silence and stillness, Cole's resolve finally caved in, "Oh, please sweetheart, please move. Anythin'! I need to feel you, please," he whined like a little puppy, staring into your eyes as if he was going to die if you didn't give him any sort of relief. But that wasn't any fun now was it?
You leaned down, your hips rolling slightly in accord to your movements, and pressed a honeyed kiss on the outer corner of Cole's lips. That little movement with your hips almost made Cole cum on the spot. "You can't do that t'me," Cole's eyes gleamed over with tears, dampening his eyelashes. All wet and pretty. He swore he'd actually start crying if you didn't move. "Alright, alright, sorry," you apologised but didn't really mean it — he was so adorable begging you just to move. But, you weren't that cruel. A string of 'thank you's poured out of Cole's mouth as you rocked your hips rhymically, grinding down on his cock. His head tilted back against the silk pillows, his brown hair cascading across the pillowcase like flowing water. Cole's lips were slightly parted, and his chest rose and fell intermittently, some breaths short and stuttered, while others were deeper.
"It feels so good," Cole muttered out between pants. His voice was nothing short of a whiny mess mixed with a few moans and grunts. You lifted yourself off of him, almost lifting completely off of him before dropping your hips back down, earning a muffled whimper from you and a loud moan from Cole. He was undoubtedly alot more vocal in expressing his pleasure. His eyes opened with heavy eyelids, as he looked up at you; you could practically see the hearts in his eyes. Cole's gaze flickered down to your tummy and his mind went blank when he saw the small bulge in your stomach, "Oh mercy," he breathed out, his hand moved to touch your stomach, "You're gonna be the death of me if you keep— hah, keep teasin' me like this."
Your mind was just as lost as Cole's with the way his dick was able to reach your prostate so easily. It drove you crazy; his cock angled perfectly to hit it over and over again with each bounce. Your own neglected cock was sliding along Cole's happy trail, the warmth of his body made you twitch everytime you grinded your hips. "I'm— im close, so so so close, please— please let me cum." Beads of sweat rolled down Cole's temples and his forearms flexed, digging his fingertips into your hips hard enough to leave an indent — he was careful not to use his nails, Cole would never want to hurt you. "Im—" Cole sat up from his laying position, enveloping you in his arms and buried his face in the crook of your neck, needing something to hold onto while he orgasmed. His moans were muffled by your neck as his thigh spasmed faintly while he spilt his seed inside of you, filling you up to the brim. Your own orgasm followed after his, coating his abs with your fluid.
You two sat in the comfort of eachothers arms and the sound of your heavy breathing; your own arms were lazily draped over his shoulders with one hand stroking his hair. "When's your next show?" Cole asked, moving his head off your shoulder to look at you, "The day after tomorrow, but I have rehearsal tomorrow morning," a small pout spreads across Cole's lips as his eyes flicker to loon at your thigh instead. "Do you think you can walk properly tomorrow?" "Oh right..."
Bonus ♡
You winced as you settled down into the chair infront of the vanity. A few of the showgirls walked up to you, noticing that something was off, "You okay honey bun? You seem to be in alot of pain today," one of the girls ask, placing a comforting hand on your back. "He obviously got some action last night with that cowboy guy." "No I did not!" "It's obvious in the way you're limping sweetie."
Cole on the other hand, was still soundly asleep in your hotel bed, curled up with the blanket he stole from you during the night.
a/n ,, Cole oh sweet Cole . To be honest ,, I'm still not used to writing smut . I guess it's because I'm trying my hardest not to make it sound off or weird ,, maybe I'm just immature . The word cock sounds funny to me . Anyways !! I kinda rushed the smut . To be fair my main focus with Cole is how he's an innocent n' sweet guy but ya know ,, nsfw is what gets people going these days
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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙 | Alastor x Reader | 18+
- 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: the two lovelies had a certain night filled with jazz and passion.
- 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Smut! Pussy eating, Face Sitting, Slightly Fluffy (if you analyze enough), fic based on this song (All that Jazz - Chicago the Musical).
- 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: i had this fic stored in my notes app a while back and thinking of posting cause it's absolutely rotting. just a cute silly fic, plus hazbin hotel is popular again (and thriving), glad there's new people on there, plus I'm on my chicago obsession era. anyways, happy reading!
as the music along, you stood by the corner, watching over the dazzling showgirl prancing around while the beat pumped along. the background dancers on their marks, waiting for the pump to blow, holding fans and leathery ropes as they wrapped it around their arms. the lights turning on to a purply shade, lust fills the air.
'come on baby, why don't we paint the town?
and all that jazz.
I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
and all that jazz'
with a flick of a fan, the dazzling girl winked at the beat, hand movements. hypnotic, like a desert belly dancer. she cooed to the melody as the dancers did too, grinning. the trumpet hotfully playing as it glazes through the rhythm, another flick of the fan.
'start the car, i know a whoopie spot
where the gin is cold but the piano's hot
it's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl'
flick the fan for another time, as the dancers waved around, going round table to table, their grabby hands wander through coats down to the bodies, swooping in to the load of treasures, a couple of papery beauties, to be hidden into their untouchable chests.
'and all..'
with a tap of your shoulders.
'that..'
A turn of your head.
'jazz~'
And a small peck of your lips as the red haired demon licked his lips slightly, softening his urges just for your taste. pulling you close to him as much as possible, like a pouncing tiger. his hands travelling through your back, gently caressing your porcelain skin. his grin widened, watching your eyes turn to the colorful stage, his hands wrapped around your waist, placing soft kisses onto your shoulders.
'slick you're hair and wear your buckle shoes
and all that jazz
i hear that father dip is gonna blow the blues
and all that jazz'
The tension onto you both was blazing, but your ears were perked to the melody, biting your lip at the dream. the dream of fame, you grinned at the mischief of being upfront, breakin, seducing, healing the blues of those little sobering men, their eyes trying to capture you.
'hold on hun, we're gonna bunny hug
i bought some aspirin down at united drug
incase we shake a part and want a brand new start
to do.. that’
The lights flashed inevitable, your eyes fleeing from reality onto the moment, your own stage to tame, and own attention to claim while you grab some and win some where old chums throw, wallop while couples getting frisky with every corner just from your voice. You hear alastor voice call out to you, snapping your awes back to reality turning your head back to him. "my dear, why don't we go out for a moment, it's getting too crowded. no?" reddened retinas glowed, that ones glaring at you with such rigor. you can help but nod along instead.
'Find a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And all that jazz
Right up here
Is where I store the juice
And all that jazz'
Alastor pulled your hands through the crowd of demons, securing your waist on his hand, the music slowly fainting away from your hearing, down to the entrance and onto the busy street, the two if you laughed and drank like never before, the night was certainly at its youth more than ever. his grin widening at a thought rushing in his mind. his fingers intertwined in your locks.
'Come on, babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I betcha Lucky Lindy
Never flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
To all that jazz'
the bustling city was no matter, his hand grab yours, handling your wobbling body and your fazed mind, guiding you back. to the hotel he's staying in. his grin widened more, hearing your mindless giggles. unaware, you followed him. not like you had places to be that night anyway.
'Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake
And all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break
And all that jazz'
The two of you entered the hotel, your hands draped onto the crook of his shoulders, clinging onto him while he stood straight with composure, the troop glaring at your sunken figure wrapped around alastor. he winced at them enthusiastically, reminding them not to bother him with his current business. "don't not worry, I'm just helping out my dear friend here-good luck chums!” he greeted delightedly, guiding your influenced frame through the corridors. your voices of giggles echoing through the empty hall as you run around drunkenly.
'Show her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's bloodied girdle
If she'd hear her baby's queer'
He pulled your waist delicately, crashing his lips onto yours, his skin lingered onto your coat, slipping it down your arms, indulging the smell of booze through you breath. kissing your lips ever so passionately. suddenly hitting a door. opening was angel dust, staring at the two of you. "h-hello.. i-i.. umm, good evening.." you giggled under your breath. "this, my feminine fellow, dear. ks Angel Dust" you looked up st the grinning angel. out if words at the sight, entangled with the thoughts of confusion and pride for alastor. "im.. (...).. his cousin" while you chuckled, alastor pulled you away from the crime scene, leaving angel hanging with surprise. watching you two walk away, as he closes his door.
'Come on, babe
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all that jazz'
with a click of a lock, he carried you inside his quarters, setting aside staff, laying you in bed with a slightly aggressive action. he grinned widely, ravaging your lips once again, shoving your coat aside, rolling your stockings down, doing the same for his coat, frantically unbuttoning and shoving.
'Start the car
I know a whoopie spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz'
He hungrily set aside the pair of your lacy tighty whiteys. his mouth swallowing your slit, happily lost in between your walls, flashing statics as he tasted your juices, flicking your bud with such attention. making you moan, grazing the sheets, raking the bed frame. his tongue slurped, encircling your precious aspect, munching on your presented treat. sweet nectar overflowing with each thrust of his tongue.
'No, I'm no one's wife
But, oh, I love my life
His heading lifting from his head, huffing like a predator. his sharp teeth licked from your juices. "sit on my face, my dear" without hesitation, you obliged to his request. your plumpness setting down onto his mouth like a throne. his fingers gripping onto your thighs while you smoothly grinded. moaning and panting at his mercy, his tongue fucking deep in your flesh.
'And all..'
You groaned loudly with the buck of your hips, his face pleasurably suffocating on your divinity. pulling you more, locking you down at each lick and slurp.
'that..'
With another buck you were close to climax, frantically chanting his name, his hands clutched onto yours while he devoured his meal, sucking your clit, his tongue buried inside, suckling in delight, his statics only grew more noisy and many.
'jazz..'
With one final thrust, you reach climax, letting out a loud moan, your back arching with pleasure, the surrounding filled with symbols, static haze corrupting, while sipping your juices, delight within his lips, you crashed down beside him, breathing heavily, finally turning the error of reality to normal once again., as you run your fingers through your hair. "thank you for the meal, my dear.."
'That jazz'
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↳ EVENT 13. Sebastian & Sam (Hypnosis & Dumbification)
Pairing: Sebastian / F!Reader / Sam
Genre: Smut 18+
WC: 3,004
Warnings: hypnosis, dubcon, dumbification, strip tease, degradation, masturbation, squirting, truly degen behaviour like... gooning levels of degen. maybe. im worried that it's not now LOL. it's the most goon i've ever done before anyway :D
Prompt(s): 14 — hypnosis + 15 — dumbification
Event Masterlist: CLICK HERE!!
A/N: the boys are back at it again </3 what will they get up to this time? well, if you read the title n warnings then you'd know hehe... this was so fun to explore tho tysm for taking part in the event MWAH!!
As you start to peel off your surely sticky panties, skirt flipped up and pinned to your tummy for their viewing pleasure, Sam's barked laughter earlier rings in his ears. You're lying, he'd said. There's no fucking way, he'd claimed. And yet, as he tilts his head to the side to gloat about just how wrong his best friend truly was, he's met only with wide eyes and an open mouth in shock.
Well, that and the growing bulge in Sam's pants.
See, Sebastian thinks to himself, too afraid to speak his dirty mind out loud in fear of disrupting the spell he currently has on you. I told ya so he attempts to communicate to Sam telepathically, eager to rub you in his besties face. A tent forming in his own tight jeans at the mere sound of your sinful shuffles of clothes, a lewd reminder of why he's gathered you both in his house tonight. You let out a sigh of relief, ringing his gaze back to you like a siren call, a soft smile on his lips at the way your eye glaze over his own. How fucking empty they look, a perfect match for your dumb little brain, right pretty girl? He wants more than anything to show Sam what a good girl you can be for him, make good on his promise to him that you'd listen well, and that you'd put on a good show. And so far, you've got his cock aching. Sam seems to be feeling much the same, given the fact that Sebastian can see him shift around uncomfortably through the corner of his eye.
Probably because you look so pretty undressing, not a single thought behind those glassy eyes, a perfect little doll for him them to play with— just like he'd said to Sam, catching him bouncing his leg beside him. Only, Sebastian knows it's not a nervous bounce. Far from it, actually. Rather, something more akin to frustration, right? Like, God, you're so fucking sexy, y'know that? Stepping out from your see through underwear, globs of slick just drooling from your exposed cunt, tacky on your thighs for the light to shine against. Pretty, from the way you move your body, slow and sluggish thanks to the hypnosis spell Sebastian has unknowingly forced you to endure, as if you were sin incarnate. Softly swaying your hips in a seductive manner for your two man show, all that's missing is the showgirl smile he so often compliments you on.
But don't you think that the dumb drooling expression you now wear suits you just as well? Makes his cock all twitchy, throbbing in his pants when you drag your nails up your hips, further to your tummy— fuck, the way you shiver into your lewd touch is so fucking cute— continuing all the way until you reach under your shirt and you start to toy with the hem of the fabric just to tease your audience some more.
"Good at it, ain't she?" He speaks up, though doesn't dare take his eyes off you for a single second, tongue poking out to wet his lips in concentration. And when he neglects to immediately receive a reply from Sam, he continues. "Every night."
What he's alluding to is obvious, slouching in his computer chair like some sort of sleaze, open palm flat against his growing erection as you continue to slowly strip for them; an every night occurrence for him. And yet, though he's seen this sight plenty times before now, whispering sweet nothings down your ear to leave you dumb and vulnerable under his hypnosis, he still can't quite get over the sight of your shirt getting lifted. How your tummy stretches with your movements, how cute you are and how much he wants to kiss all over your abdomen. The pretty bra he bought you to wear in preparation for tonight looks good on you too, a soft gasp escaping him when that too drops to the floor with the rest of your clothing.
All that's left is your skirt, too short to be worn outside; he'd fucking kill you if you did that. But bought specifically for tonight, his tummy filled with lust seeking butterflies at the memory of helping your stupid numb legs hook through them properly in time before Sam arrived for the evening.
"Still can't believe it..." Sam finally half laughs, though his tone bares more resemblance to serious concern than anything more light-hearted. "Got your own private stripper, insane."
And Sebastian supposes it is, his own secret little slut, coaxed into stripping for him under more than dubious consent. It's something he learned from the old coot in that even older tower, a gift or something. And for a while he didn't really have any use for the magic words, holding onto them for some imaginary perfect moment.
But all it really took to eventually convince him to use the spell on you was a horny night. Cock deep in your cunt, drooling over your pretty tits, huffing from how fast he was thrusting into you, the bed under him creaking ridiculously against the old wood floorboards of his room. But he wanted more. Wanted to fuck you so well that your brain switched off and he could really enjoy you, y'know? Leaning down to reach your ear, whispering those prized words he'll take to his grave. And almost immediately he witnessed something switch in you. Brainless, much like how you are now. Mind-fucked stupid on his fat cock, a dumb pretty girl for him to use and abuse as much as he'd like. Sure, maybe he should have asked before hypnotising you like that; but fuck, can you blame him from doing it again and again when you become the perfect little fuck toy for him every single night? It's so fucking addictive to him, unzipping his pants to let his drooling cock free, wincing a little as he lifts his hoodie enough to let the tip slap against his tensed tummy. String of precum connecting, like the one between your legs.
"Wow," He hears Sam sigh, a brief clearing of his throat, followed by: "Just like that?"
Sam eyes up his cock, and Sebastian shakes it a few times at him as some form of response. Tugging on the tip and relaxing into the feeling by shifting his weight further down the chair to fully enjoy your show. "Whenever y'want, really." He answers simply before returning his full attention to you and the way you slither your skirt down, hypnotised himself by the way you swing your hips from side to side like a practiced dancer. You look so pretty in it, all dolled up just for him and Sam. But when the fabric drops and you're stark naked in the middle of his basement room, he thinks you might look even better like that. His cock quickly agreeing with a fat bead of precum dripping over his fingers, convincing him to start pumping at his full length absentmindedly. Just an easy up and down, there's plenty time left of your show tonight, isn't there? And he wants to enjoy you, wring you out for every drop of slick your angel cunt wants to offer him and his best friend.
Because while this night might have started as a way for him to prove himself an honest man, showing Sam instead of telling him all about your night time activities; it's also just fun to show you off in such a dirty way. To have someone else drooling over you, right? So pretty, it's obvious that Sam thinks so too when he hears the unbuckling of his belt and the swift thud of jeans dropping to ankles.
But he can't tear his eyes off of you, barely stroking his own cock to the sight of you getting on all fours like he's made you practice before, but the sliver of drool that drips down your pretty pouty lips as you start to crawl closer to him is so fucking hot, has his skin all tingly under your mindless gaze.
"Stop." He commands of you when you get close enough, tummy flipping with adoration when you perfectly adhere to his instructions, the gasp Sam lets out in return for your obedience filling him with pride. "Sit and lean back, 'kay?"
His eyes narrow on you as you shakily get into position, catching the way your thighs tremble when you spread them like you were taught to. And oh the sight you grace him with, pretty little slit glistening in the light, your bottom lip quivering before him as he eye fucks you up and down. It doesn't help that Sam gives you a hearty wolf whistle too, soon accompanied by a fast, wet, fap! sound.
Well, isn't that so nice of him? Look, he's showing you how much he likes you, baby. Sebastian figures he might as well join in, throat dry at how wet you are already, voice almost lost on him as he starts to jerk off right in front of you with Sam. So fucking hot considering how utterly debauched the whole scene is. Just two friends, masturbating openly and fervently to you, you who is currently hypnotised and has no fucking idea what's going on, what you're doing to yourself. Dumb, stupid, braindead little you. Nothing more than a mere toy for them in the moment, a life sized doll for them to play with. Talking about you as if you weren't really there, and Sebastian laughs inwardly at the thought that that's partially true— there's no one home right now in your head, is there? Less of a human being with autonomy and more like walking holes begging to be used.
Speaking of holes; "Touch yourself for us, would you?" He implores you, and of course you follow orders.
Atta girl, his chest tight with all the love and affection he regards you with when you dip your hand down between your legs, eyes boring back into his until you brush a pad up your slit, and the way your lashes flutter shut into the too sensitive touch has his cock leaking some more for you, fist wrapping tighter around the fat of his length to really provide some friction, satisfied sighs crawling up his throat when you immediately take to circling your pretty little clit the moment you remember it's there.
Confidence courses through him, the metaphorical ringleader of tonight as you heed his words immediately, just like how a good girl should. Deep down he knows that you'd abide by his word in private just like how you are now, but would you be comfortable enough to have Sam watch too? Would you let loose as instantly as you have right now without the hypnotism? Your fingers sticky with slick, coating your hand and thighs with how much of it gushes out of you, the hand on his cock stroking in time with your movements as you dip down to gather more wetness between your digits only to rub them sloppily against your clit again.
God he wants a taste. Wants to clean you up himself, stick his pulsing tip between your gushy folds and hump himself silly until he's as fucked stupid as you are. A mess of fluids, a pile of limbs, gasping and grasping and tugging and pulling and fuck he loves you. Loves it when you don't have the capacity to think for yourself, waiting on his next instructions like a dog on a leash. Do you even understand how good that makes him feel? Cock rock hard and heavy in his pervert palm, squeezing at the base a few times to stave off his fast approaching orgasm just because you're listening to him?
"Shit— Tell 'er— fuck," Sam struggles with his words, and a brief—really brief, a mere few seconds—look over at him has Sebastian choking on air. One hand carding through his hair, the other pumping furiously at his cock. Sam looks so pretty too, he thinks. Inviting him was a good idea after all, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek in horny frustration. You win his attention span in the end, a whispered moan catching his focus as his head snaps back to you, eagerly awaiting Sam's request. A request, not a demand. Not like how Sebastian orders you around like you're performing party tricks. Good boy, he knows his place.
He understands Sam, though. The breathlessness, the strained muscles, arm taut with the amount of resistance it takes not to fucking pounce you when you're in such an exposed state, soft and pliable and fuckable on the floor, presenting yourself to their hungry mouths and throbbing cocks simply because he said so. Isn't that so fucking hot? He gets it, because he feels the exact same way as his friend does. Desperate.
"Tell 'er to— y'know, keep goin' an'— fuck, please."
Yeah. Yeah, yeah yeah. Too busy fucking his fist to the self indulgent thoughts he has about you, a little more show couldn't hurt, right? Why not go all the way when you can't fight back, idly thumbing away at his slit to help ease off the pent up tension in his core, the tight feeling in his balls simply from looking at you enjoying yourself. Pretty girl, doesn't it feel nice to not think for a while? Bet you wanna go a lil further yourself too, right? Pretty girls like you always wanna have all the attention, right? Well go on;
"Wanna watch you finger yourself—" He groans, panting for air the moment you dip a single finger into your sopping cunt, soaked little hole swallowing it up with such ease that he can only imagine how it'd feel to sink his cock in there. Get him all coated in your sticky slick, shit. He can't believe he's jealous of your fingers.
But watching you pleasure yourself is fun enough, allowing him full freedom of movement to hump his hips up a little, fucking into his hand as if it were your cunt instead. Pretending that it's his cock that's making you moan like that, that it's him that's making your back arch when you bury your hand knuckle deep in your hole, cunt oozing around your finger until you add another one. The cute scrunched up expression you wear when you start curling against that spot— it's too much. You're too much for him, especially when you start lifting your hips up in a seeking of more, a silent beg of: touch me! touch me! fuck me!
And he wants to comply, wants to crawl over to you and sink so deep into your pretty slit, slobber all over your tits like a bitch in heat. And he's sure Sam wants to do just the same, how hard it is for his friend to breathe, all rushed gasps and choked sighs. The chair under him squeaking with how fast he jerks off, Sebastian too ending up making a lot of noise from how hard he thrusts into his fist. He just wants to fuck you, okay? Doesn't care about how embarrassing his movements might be, literally fucking the air while you finger fuck yourself, there's pleasure to be had in making himself wait for it. Let you fuck yourself open first, and then he'll indulge himself. Maybe he'll even let Sam have a shot of you too, cause from the greedy moans that sound beside him, he thinks Sam might be struggling just as much as he is right now.
By the time a minute has passed of your cunt getting stretched by your dumb fingers, he can notice you shake. The barely there tremble of someone who's close, right? It's so cute, the way you mumble for him. How you can't even form a single coherent sentence, and the fact that he's not sure if that's due to the hypnotism or because you've fucked yourself so well that you can no longer speak, either option causes the knot in his core to tighten. An intrinsic need— not a want. One more thrust of your fingers inside and it snaps with you, a chain reaction effect. Your cunt, squirting at him, a muffled sob of a moan that he wants to fuck outta you again and again in the near future, fluids spurting out towards him as you pump in an out of your pretty hole and staining the floor all slippery. Silly girl, did you not know that you could do that? The look of shock on your face is so good, he wants a picture of it. And oh how pretty you are when you shake, convulsed on the floor when you don't stop rubbing and stroking your abused insides, milking yourself for his own selfish pleasure when he cums soon after. Fat strings shot your way, landing with thick splats on the wood below him to mix with your squirt. Gross, isn't it? How the fact that such degenerate behaviour only turns him on more, has him standing up and proudly thrusting his cumming cock your way as a reward for making him feel so good. And Sam, last but not least. Cursing under his breath as he at least tries to cum into his hand, but your performance has unfortunately turned him on too much, and puddles of it form below him, seeping through his fingers as you buck and moan all pretty like that.
But before he can catch his breath enough to tell you to stop, conscious of the fact that you're awaiting a command, he finds himself instead walking towards you. Cum glazed cock in hand, chest heaving, steps heavy.
"Lay down." He mutters, kneeling down with you to line his tip up to your twitching hole. "Spread your cunt for me."
Sam, huffing behind him, scrambles to arrive at his front row seat to your demise.
#500 event!#sdv smut#stardew valley smut#sdv sebastian smut#sdv seb smut#stardew valley seb smut#stardew valley sebastian smut
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Hello! I Hope You’re having a wonderful day/night. I was wondering if you can do a Wonka (2023) x reader where the reader is a show girl and is in love with Willy Wonka. And the reader works as a showgirl for slugworth (to Yk promote his chocolates). But reader and Willy falls for each other and it’s a whole forbidden love type thing since readers boss hates wonka.
Hello! Thanks so much for the request!! Gotta love the forbidden lovers trope (probably one of my favs tbh).
Willy Wonka x Showgirl!Reader (Wonka 2023)
Warnings!!!: Fem!reader, cursing (literally once, I'm pretty sure)
A/n: Baby's first request + Baby's first time posting fanfiction (AJGSHSHEJJXHDJDJ) Hope it's not awful.
Sometimes you wondered why you ever agreed to this job.
Being a showgirl wasn't as easy as a lot of people seemed to think it was.
Every other weekend, you performed at the local theatre to promote Mr. Slugworth's infamous chocolate. Two shows on Friday, two shows on Saturday.
Sounds easy enough. But, Mr. Slugworth insisted that no two shows could be the same.
Which meant that everyday you weren't performing, you were learning a new song and new choreography for your next performance. Which got very tiring very quickly.
Tonight was a particularly bad night. You were barely halfway through your show and already wanted to just collapse in the middle of the stage and sleep. Your costume felt tight, there was hardly anyone in the crowd, and your face hurt from how much you were smiling.
You had just finished your third number when the theatre doors opened. A young man walked through the doors. You recognized him from an incident in which he made your boss float through the air.
You briefly looked at him before going into your fourth number.
To your surprise, the man chose to sit right in the middle of the first row. Right in front of you. Now that he was closer you could see that he was actually pretty handsome. Dark brown curls that framed his face well and beautiful eyes that seemed to watch you in utter amazement...
You had to look away.
At the end of your performance, the man cheered loudly. Full on cheered, despite everyone else in the theatre simply clapping quietly.
He interested you with his sparkly eyes and bright smile. But, you knew you couldn't be interested. Your boss absolutely despised this guy. So, he wasn't cute and you weren't interested. That was that.
You were leaving the building through the back exit, happy to finally be out of your costume and headed home, when-
"Hi, there!"
"Ah!" You were startled by the sudden and enthusiastic greeting of... The guy you definitely didn't think was cute.
You sighed, regaining your composure after he had frightened you. "Hello." You said back simply.
"Sorry if I startled you there! I just wanted to compliment you." He said with a smile that for sure didn't make you want to swoon. "You are the most incredible singer that I've ever heard."
You couldn't help but feel flattered. "Thank y-"
"And you're an amazing dancer."
"Tha-"
"How do you even manage to dance in those tall, fancy heels?"
"I-"
"And isn't it strange to be taller than you usually are when you wear heels? Does that bother you at all?
You paused, making sure he was done talking before speaking again. "I guess being taller than usual would be strange at first. But, I'm used to wearing heels. So, being tall isn't weird for me."
"Like a giraffe." He said.
"Wha-"
"I'm Willy. Willy Wonka." He stuck his hand out.
You paused for a moment. Mr. Slugworth definitely wouldn't like the fact that you were talking to him... But, he wasn't here right now.
"I'm Y/n."
These little post-show conversations became something you looked forward to.
It was every Saturday, after your last performance of the night. He'd always be right outside the back exit waiting for you. Talking to him was always thrilling. Your heart beat a little faster whenever you were around him, breaking the rules... And maybe it was also because you thought he was cute.
You couldn't lie, over time, you'd grown to like him. And based on all of the lingering gazes and soft smiles he'd given you, you were pretty sure he liked you as well.
One day, you were backstage, looking into the mirror as you put on your makeup. You glanced up and in the reflection of the mirror was your boss, Mr. Slugworth.
This couldn't be good.
You turned around to face him. "Hello, Sir." You forced a polite smile.
"Yes, hello." He said with narrowed eyes. There was a brief moment of silence which you decided to fill.
"Did you want to talk to me about something?" You said, hoping the innocent head tilt you gave him was convincing.
"I know what you're doing." He said, ignoring your previous question.
Shit.
"One of my associates told me that they saw you and Mr. Wonka meeting behind this theatre every night."
You stayed silent. You knew you were guilty and you knew you probably couldn't talk your way out of this.
Mr. Slugworth continued. "I don't want an explanation or excuse from you. I just want you to agree to never speak with him again."
"What?!" You were shocked. He couldn't do this! He couldn't just tell you to stop talking to someone outside of work! He didn't have that power!...
Except, he kind of did. You knew how Mr. Slugworth was and you knew he wouldn't hesitate to fire you over something like this.
And that's why you agreed.
That night you left the theatre through the back exit like you always did. But, tonight you walked right past Willy.
"You were incredible tonight! I- Where are you going?"
You ignored him and kept walking. To your surprise, he began to follow you.
"You look sort of down.. Is something wrong? You can talk to me about it. I'm sure I can make you feel better!" He said as he continued to follow you.
He continued to try talking to you, and you continued to ignore him. He ended up following you all the way to your doorstep.
"Y/n? If it's something I did to upset you, I'm really sorry."
You took a deep breath and turned around, looking around to make sure no one was watching before you grabbed him and yanked him into your house.
As soon as he was in your house he looked around. "I like your curtains." He said.
"I'm not mad at you." You told him.
He smiled. "That's good to hear. I was already thinking of an apology chocolate recipe for you and it would've been-"
"Willy." He went quiet when you said his name. "Mr. Slugworth doesn't want me talking to you ever again."
"Oh?" He thought for a moment. "Well, that doesn't seem fair."
"Yeah. It isn't fair."
"Well, then don't listen to him." He made everything sound so simple. So easy. You wish you could see the world how he saw it.
"I can't just not listen to him. He's my boss." You looked at the ground. "And I need this job..."
Willy crossed his arms. He furrowed his brows in thought for a moment. "Huh."
...
"Huh." He looked back to you.
"What?"
"Why don't you just work for me?" He suggested with a smile. You were about to protest, but decided to hear him out. "Yeah! You can quit working for Slugworth, then you and I can update your act, and you can start promoting Wonka's Chocolate!" He said, excitedly pacing your small living area.
You thought over the plan. "Huh." You chuckled. "That's... Do you think that could work?"
He walked over to stand right in front of you, looking into your eyes. "I know it could work."
You shook your head with a smile. You were probably gonna regret this. "Let's do it."
"Yes!" Willy clapped and then stuck out his hand so that the two of you could shake on it. Instead of shaking his hand, you sort of let your emotions take control.
You grabbed his face and kissed him. After a moment you pulled away, a bit shocked at your own actions. You searched his face for any signs of discomfort and were met with a smile.
"That was better than a handshake." He said with a chuckle before leaning forward to capture your lips in a soft kiss.
Ok, you probably weren't gonna regret this.
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Expanding on the Wives
everyones favorite asexual serial killer and his cute wifey! this one is marked mature as it is his serial killing days. I will be going into all their deaths on the third part so stay tuned~
Alastors wife
Okay so I said Al doesn’t remember how they first met and he doesn’t mainly because I personally headcanon that he has a lot of trauma in accordance with that time. Mainly at the hands of his father, which more then likely is one of the core manifestations of his future MO for being a serial killer, being that he killed ‘bad people’ and never outright leaned toward killing women. Do I think he did? Yeah someone had to have seen something at one point and Alastor isn’t one for lose ends. (I’m sorry guys you’re gonna see a lot of me info dumping, serial killers psyche and the types are a special interest of mine)
They meet when they were kids, him just running around New Orleans learning the streets and how to use the alleys to make a quick getaway. It had helped him more then on one occasion growing up in that day and age, more so when people knew of his parentage. Not that he was ashamed but rather no one Likes Pain much less children, and unfortunately other children will do as they see their parents do. Rosalind had been reading on the steps on the library when he had ran into her. It wasn’t any kind of meet cute considering they got into a argument about who’s fault it was, kids am I right?
They kiddos had decided that they both were ultimately at fault, him for running when Mama said not to rush and Rose for sitting on the steps where people walk. They’d shook on it and had spent the day talking about some radio stories, Alastor eventually telling her about his dream of being a host himself.
They meet up regularly and talked about the many things kids find important. Until Rosalind’s Pa died and her mother had to move them back up north. The saddest part was it all happened so rapidly, Rosalind hadn’t had time to find Alastor to tell him. Her mother kept Rosalind close to her through out the process of the funeral and the move, having heard of the company her daughters been keeping but also to grieve with her daughter.
Thus she moved away and Alastor slowly forgot the face of his friend. He remembers having a dear childhood friend but figured they, like everyone else heard of his heritage and left him.
Meanwhile up north Rosalind was dreaming of going back to the south. She thanked her lucky stars her fathers family lived down in Louisiana still, she sent letters often down to her cousins asking about life and how is dear New Orleans changing?
When she was 18 Rosalind decided to make the choice to move down south. Her mother had gotten a urgent letter from her aunt raving about how her cousins were living in sin and needed a good girl like Rosalind to guide them. Of course this was only partly the case, their cousins mother had actually passed in the fall and one them impersonated her as to fool Rosalind's mother.
They made this plan as to get Rosalind out from her mothers thumb, wanting her to stay close and up north together. It was not that Rosalind didn't love her mother she just didn't want to be smothered by her anymore.
Now for the second and remembered meeting!!
Once secure in the South her cousins had decided to celebrate! What better way to celebrate gaining independence in the 20's then going to Mimzy's club! Bonus her cousins worked there as showgirls(have to make money somehow...) so they were familiar with the atmosphere.
It had been fun, they drank and danced some. It was only when her cousins had been swept onto the dance floor by two different gentlemen that Rosalind finally felt conflicted. Truth be told she had been having mixed feelings all night, but now alone with the gazing of hungry men feasting on her flesh.
Heading to the bar she ordered herself a drink, trying to call the bartenders attention. It was when a smooth voice called above her head that the bartender finally looked over.
"John my good man! My usual drink for me, and one for the lady as well."
Now at this time Al has been establishing himself in his career for a while, I imagine at this time he had actually just scored his first segment. It was some news on event in town and weather reports, he still has a small way to go till he can report on what he really wants. The Local Crime segments, the man who does it now Tyler put people to sleep the way he drones.
He had come to Mimzy's tonight to stalk his next hunt. His radio career wasn't the only one he had been curating and growing with time. He started his murder career with a truly vile man, his father. No one thought much of the hunting accident, his father was a drunk and many had the opinion it had been bound to happen. Filled eith righteous fury, he went after only villainous people. Muggers, rapists, a fellow murderer, and well an unfortunate witness.
Alastor had been eyeing this particular prey for a while, a rapist who preyed on woman. Alastor had watched his prey pick out his own prey for the evening, watched him circle like a vulture. He took notice of the woman, a soft smile on her face but discomfort colored her brows. It stirred something in him, a flash of his mothers face making his grin feel strained.
Alastor doesn't know why and could only put it to words after when he was in Hell. He interrupted his preys hunt to intercept the woman, buying her a drink. The conversation was stimulating, and having her not fawn over him was a nice change. Despite his small role in the station his popularity grows by the day. What can he say, he has a voice made for radio!
They hit it off from there, him quietly offing his prey another night. No need for vermin like him to linger around. After all Ms. Rosalind frequently met him at Mimzy's so there no reason not to keep the place...tidy so to speak.
Rosalind felt like she was in a fairytale, not only was she able to get a job as a poster painter(lots of prints were handmade back then!) but Alastor, a radio host with a career on the rise, seemed to fancy her.
She didn't realize who Alastor was until they'd gotten married, saw a picture of him and his mom he kept in the back of a bible. She also realized he didn't remember her, it made her a little sad but she remembered the bruises he would show up with and forgave him in her heart.
Speaking of, they were only together for like a month before getting married. And the proposal was at his house! He made dinner and lit candles, and made sure to be his most charming.
Rosalind could only say yes to her dear sweet Al. The thing that had gotten people talking is that she hadn't gone home that night. Alastor was never huge on touch but always seemed to gravitate towards her space. That night they'd cuddled on the couch, exchanging small kisses until they'd fallen asleep.
It’s had started the rumor mill but what made it a full function factory was how the wedding ended up being a month later. So many older ladies comforted her saying ‘first babies are always late’, Alastor had gotten a good laugh out of her flushed face after. She had scolded him but couldn't put any heat behind it, weak as she was to his smile.
They never were physical together, it just wasn't something either of them wanted. They didn't desire each other for the body itself, but for the company and conversation. It was a lovely union, Alastor being attentive to her labors praising her work in the house and garden.
Speaking of her garden, since I see the house being his parents before his own. The garden was originally his mothers. It had fallen into deep disrepair since she had passed, as he had no talent for gardening. With his little wife however it had returned to its old splendor.
Where he didn't have a talent for the green, he did take well to his fathers old hunting lessons. Something he found himself indulging in as a married man. Fresh vegetables and herbs along side some fresh venison, made for a wonderfully fresh meal you couldn't find anywhere else. Who knew all it took was one these hunts for him to disappear from her life forever?
#x reader#hazbin hotel#alastor x reader#hazbin alastor#1920s-1933 alastor#tried to keep it time accurate#dividers by#saradika-graphics
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Fem!Rookie with the alpha team in STARS and you’re all in the communal gym working out, and whoever happened to manage the room made it hotter then hell so everyone’s slowly shredding layers. Wesker, who always spars n works out in sweats, starts stripping to a form fitting tank top, and Rookie is practically doing the ol’ looney tunes big bad wolf whistling at the showgirl bit.
Bonus point for Wesker cause of course he sees her internally loosing her shit, and getting beat red in the face. So he decides to call her over so she can spot him weightlifting, and cue the teasing of all teasing! He can’t get over how cute she gets all flustered especially if she puts up a tough front all the time!
HELP I LOVE THIS
I live for wesker making reader flustered
#gothghostiie#albert wesker#resident evil#dead by daylight#wesker#dbd#ask ghostiie#albert wesker x reader#s.t.a.r.s.
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Some Sentences Sunday
Thanks for the tag @dragonflylady77
This is from my upcoming @harringrove-relay-race fic
Billy Hargrove was a teenage runaway from San Diego when he came to LA in 1971.
“I had a girl’s backpack from my stepsister, eight dollars, and an extra pair of underwear. By the end of the next week? I had two more dollars,” Billy laughs. “But I got lucky. I met Heather.”
Heather Holloway was a showgirl at Wildwoods, a nightly revue. She found Billy at the backdoor, and took him to her apartment.
“I got a job singing at Sugar, this great gay club downtown. It was in the late afternoons, so I had a crowd of about… two. But those two brought two more,” Billy smiled, “Heather would talk me up to all the promoters. He’s a singer, he’s great, you’ll love him, he’s so cute.”
No pressure tags @adelacreations @ariesbilly @oopsiedaisiesbaby idk I can't think of anyone but if you see it you're tagged.
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Paper Ring
pairing: sam kiszka x fem!reader
summary: you and sam kiszka were each others’ childhood crushes. the two of you had missed your chance to be together and sam left to be in the band. Years later, the two of you reunite at a wedding.
warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, mika using the friends-to-lovers trope AGAIN, mika using the right-person-wrong-time trope AGAIN, brief angst, timothee chalamet jumpscare, happy ending
You had always hated weddings. You had only been to a handful, but every one of them had been painstakingly long and quite frankly... boring. At the end of the night, you always were so drained, your social battery having been completely drained by the social standard of hours of small talk. And yet... you found yourself seated at yet another wedding. It was for some friends from high school, the wife and you having stayed in just enough touch for her to justify inviting you to her wedding. You had taken a shot before the wedding, figuring the pregaming would make the ceremony go by smoothly. It did, and now came the afterparty. Great - more booze. Thankfully, you were seated at a table at the edge of the venue. You had eaten dinner and was now nursing your third glass of wine, when you heard a familiar sound.
Your eyes flew to the stage, squinting and craning your neck to try and see past the crowd. It was a voice, a beautiful, melodic voice that you had been graced with the opportunity to hear countless times. You stood up and stood up on your tippy-toes, and that’s when you see it. Your childhood friends, performing some sweet, slow ballad. You took a long moment to stare at their faces, your grin growing as you passed over the face of each boy. And then your eyes landed on Sam... and your face fell. Something quickly grew in you, old feelings bubbling from the dark place you had banished them to up to the surface. You quickly ordered another drink.
You kept your head down, chatting with the occasional relative that swept by, downing drink after drink. It was nearing 1 am and you could tell the party was wrapping up. You were slowly sipping on your last drink of the night when the unoccupied seat next to you suddenly became occupied. You drunkenly looked up and your body flushed hot.
“Well, well, well, fancy seeing you here.” Sam drawled, propping his chin on his elbow as he grinned at you. You could tell by the glossy look in his eyes that he too was quite inebriated.
“I liked the performance.” You said politely, trying not to let your face give away the range of emotions you felt inside.
“Yeah, well, Josh owed the groom a favor. Nice shindig, though. And we got to eat and drink too!” He held up a champagne glass and showed it off like he was one of those showgirls on The Price is Right.
You giggled and shook your head, taking another sip of your glass. “Nice to see that fame hasn’t changed you, Sammy.”
He tsked and took a drink, then said, “No, not at all. Same ‘ol me.” The two of you locked eyes and you could see something else in his eyes besides the effects of booze. His eyes reflected your own, which reflected what you felt for him. Longing. He added quietly, “I can see you’re still the same ‘ol you.”
You looked away from him, clearing your throat. “What’s that in your lap?”
Sam had a bundle of pink and white flowers sitting in his lap. It was clearly a bouquet, but you had only asked to cut the tension. He held it up and fussed over the petals as he spoke. “Oh, it’s from the bouquet toss. Jita got it, then gave it to me. Cute, isn’t it?”
You took the last swig of your drink then hiccupped. “Jita caught the bouquet. It’s about time those two got married.”
Sam hummed in agreement then pulled something from inside the bouquet. He held it up, scooting his chair closer to yours. Your knees were touching.
Your eyes widened as you looked at the small object in his hand. “Is that... the ring?”
Sam looked at you with a raised eyebrow then nudged your shoulder playfully. “No, dummy, they gave each other the rings during the ceremony, duh. Jesus, you’re drunk. You’re about one drink away from beating my brother out of an Oliver Reed impersonation contest.”
You rolled your eyes and gently plucked the small ring out of his fingers. “Well... what is it then?”
Sam sighed then snapped his fingers, a realization manifesting for him. “Oh, shit... there was this whole speech I guess about how this is a little paper ring, like to hope the person who catches the bouquet will get married! Or something like that.”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “You think?”
“Not gonna lie, Danny and I took gummies as soon as we got off stage.”
You laughed, a little too loud, causing Sam to shush you. You carefully wiped away a tear that had resulted in your laughing fit. “Jesus... yeah, you sure haven’t changed a bit Sammy.”
Your eyes refocused and you looked at Sam, who was looking at you with a small frown. He took the ring back from your fingers and fiddled with it. His focus was on the ring, but he spoke to you, “Do you know how people say I look like Timothee Chalamet?”
You snorted. “I’m surprised you pronounced his name correctly.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever. Anyways, Ronnie and Josie kept going on and on and ON about him, so we saw that ‘Dune’ movie, and it was pretty good. Well, the parts that I saw... I fell asleep. Anyways, Timothee was good. And yeah, he was handsome - not as handsome as me though.”
“Okay?”
“Okay. So we see Dune, and then I go online and look up what other movies Timothee has been in. And I see a few, pretty good. Cried like a bitch during ‘Beautiful Boy’. And then I get to ‘Little Women’, and it just blows me away.”
“You liked his performance in ‘Little Women’ over his performance in ‘Beautiful Boy’?” you inquire, now invested in Sam’s rant.
He rolls his eyes then replies, “Yes. Stop interrupting. So I watch ‘Little Women’ and I love his performance. And then I watch it again, and I realize I like his performance, but I love the character he plays even more. Laurie. He’s... troubled. He wants to live life, and he has Jo! Well, he thinks he has Jo - you know what, we both know the plot. Anyways, there’s this scene in the movie where him and Jo are talking on this like hillside - the details aren’t important - Jo realizes that Laurie is in love with her, and he says he loves her out loud, and she rejects him. He says what he’d do for her, the man he could be for her, he pours his heart and soul out and she rejects him. Can you believe that?”
You swallow, having grown misty-eyed at Sam’s rant. You shake your head then ask, “Why are you telling me all of this?”
Sammy slumps back in his chair, gently putting the fake ring down on the table. His eyes stayed fixated on it. “It reminded me of us. And it’s so... funny. Some stupid little obsession I had over an actor that kinda looks like me led me to finding the words that I had always wanted to say to you. Except I didn’t say them to you, Timothee Chalamet said them to Saoirse Ronan.”
“I also can’t believe you said her name correct-”
“I can’t believe I have to be the serious one right now.” Sam cut you off. He sounded hurt, but in the type of way that very much borderlines “pissed off.” “I’m trying to say... I love you. I always have been. I hate that I left you behind, I know we said it was a mature decision to not be together but it’s a decision I have regretted every day since.”
You reached for your glass, your mouth suddenly dry, but realized you had already finished your drink. Sam picked up his own and hands it to you. You take a long sip then quietly ask, “Why are you saying all of this now? You already told me you loved me, all that time ago.”
Sam picked up the ring again then held it out for you to take. “Will you have this?”
Your mouth opened but no words came out, instead you laughed slightly. “Are you serious right now?”
He shook his head, his face comically stoic. “No, not at all, I’m very much stoned. I mean... take the ring, from me, but it doesn’t mean anything, I swear.”
You giggled then reached out, your fingers hovering over the ring. “Nothing at all?”
Sam’s face fell again, and his eyebrows furrowed in an annoyed fashion. “No, y/n, you know what? It means something. It means that I have been pining for you for years and I thought maybe if I got the opportunity, I would re-tell you how I felt. I wanted you to reconsider. I wanted you to be with me.” He let out a heavy sigh, his free hand running through his hair nervously. “But it’s too late, I already asked, so let’s go back to thirty seconds ago when it meant nothing.”
You gently took the ring from his finger and slipped onto your ring finger. It didn’t even slide to your knuckle, but you didn’t care. You tear silently slid down your cheek as you examined the puny excuse of a ring.
“Damn, Sammy, we were wrong about each other.” You said teasingly, looking at him.
His face contorted in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“We thought we hadn’t changed. It’s not true. You have changed. I’ve changed too.” You leaned forward to him, your lips brushing past his ear. “I’ve reconsidered.” You pressed a gentle kiss to his temple then stood, your hands cupping his face. “Wanna get out of here?”
“...Together?”
You sighed and playfully pulled him to stand. You grabbed your purse and your phone, then held his hand tightly with yours. “Together, Sammy.”
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Pocket Full Of Rainbows
Word Count: 2,445
Writers Note: I wanted to expand more on Elaine and Elvis
Warning: Slight Homophobia (Not from Elvis)
Pairing: POC OC x Elvis / Oc Kid x Father Elvis
Summary: In 1974 Las Vegas is booming with Elvis yet again, with his twins at the concerts for the first time, but things get a bit Queer When Elvis, Cecelia, and Jessie start noticing something different about Elaine.
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Las Vegas 1974
"You come here often?" The waiter said to Elaine. He was 16 years old, cute, had a job, and what any girl her age would rave over. Elvis had nudged Cecelia in hopes that their late-blooming daughter was finally into boys. Jessie knew that joy wouldn't last. Elaine was always awkward with men. She'd start talking about comics or science. Or something to throw them off, "No, but my parents do..." Elaine rolled her eyes at the boy as he kept trying,
"Your parents must be rich." Elaine smiled, trying her hardest to be nice, but she had that same aggravated face that both her parents made after a long night of shows.
"Well, I'm a Presley, if you couldn't tell with them sitting here..."
"You're being shy, aren't you..."
"Buddy, she just doesn't like ya'," Jessie said as Elvis and Cecelia tried to hold out their laughs,
"And who are you?"
"Her brother, now leave her alone, please." Jessie smiled as she was released,
"So you two liking Vegas much?" Elvis asked, eating his dinner with his own silverware.
"Yeah, I was thinking of seeing the showgirls..." Jessie smirked as Elvis laughed,
"Jessie Vernon Presley, you're 13," Jessie gulped. He could feel the glare in his mother's voice, "But Mama, I'm not gonna do anything stupid." he smirked at his father, which meant he was going to do something stupid, "Right Elaine... Elaine..."
Elaine had her sights on a redheaded showgirl. She looked about 16. and a work of art. Her feathers sat on her head like a lovely peacock, and her makeup was beautiful. Her eyes were an emerald green, and she was looking back at "Elaine? Somethins got your attention?"
"I-I-I was just, uh, looking at her costume." She gulped,
"Right, you were..."Jessie said. As Elaine kicked him under the table, the two bickering
"Hey, you two, stop it!" Cecelia sighed, "Your father and I have had a long night, and it's only gonna get longer with a midnight show!"
"Sorry, mama..."
"How's everyone's food?" a waitress in her early twenties came by. Elaine couldn't take her eyes off her. She was like Wonder Woman, "You're great I-I mean, it's great, uh..." Elaine got embarrassed as Elvis and Cecelia were a bit suspicious,
"Tone it down, E..." Jessie said, "The Eagle an Dove are catchin' on."
"The soup is amazing..." Elaine smiled. After dinner, Elvis and Cecelia went to their suite to get dressed as Jessie and Elaine went to explore The International Hotel,
"Elaine's been actin' funny lately..."Elvis mentioned as Cecelia helped him put on his necklace.
"I don't know when I was her age. I wasn't
much of a flirt either." She shrugged, "I mean, I couldn't tell if a guy was even flirting." She laughed as Elvis looked at her. All his life with Cecelia, he knew her to be a flirt.
"I don't know... When she's around girls, she gets all red and shy."
"Honey," Cecelia glanced at him,
"I know... That's how I get when I'm around you, all red and shy like a little baby." He laughed as she kissed his cheeks,
"Is that so..." She blushed,
"Always is." He pulled her in front of his slightly fuller frame. His face was a bit rounder than it used to be, but Cecelia loved him just the same.
"You don't think Elaine's hiding something, do you?" Elvis glanced down at his wife,
"E, you're gonna have to tell 'em, you're..."
"I'm what Jessie..." she glared at her brother, the two walking past the casino,
"A Cherry chaser."
SMACK!
"Ouch!" Jessie groaned, rolling his eyes, "The hell was that for!"
"That's a rude thing to say!" She grumbled, walking away from her brother,
"Hey, hey, hey, no disrespect, sis, I like girls too," He smiled as she tried to glare at her brother, but she couldn't help that he meant well, even if he was stupid,
"Awe, boys, Ruby doesn't wanna play with us !" a man said, attacking the showgirl from earlier, "She must be a muff diver or something..." A guy shoved her. The girl looked scared. She looked like she wanted to cry. Trying her best to walk past, "Probably under that makeup, she's a dyke..."
"HEY LEAVE HER ALONE!" Elaine shouted as Jessie sighed. If there was one thing he knew about Elaine, she learned all there was to fight from their father's movies, so if anything, this would look like a fight from Blue Hawaii.
"What, you her girlfriend or something!" The one man said, pushing Elaine. There was the feistiness of Cecelia in her eyes and the fieriness of Elvis in her fist. Drawing her hand back, she punched the man in his eye as Jessie jumped in to stop the other from trying anything. Jessie took Karate with Elvis cause it was a father-son bonding time activity, but did it come in handy.
"Are you okay..."
"Ruby..." The girl said,
"Pretty name." Jessie blushed as Elaine sighed. She'd definitely lose this battle. Jessie kissed her hand as the showgirl pulled it back,
"Thanks for saving me, uh..."
"Elaine Marie Love Presley." She winked, pushing her hair back. She hadn't noticed Ruby blushing, but Jessie did,
"Presley as in..."
"Caught in a trap... I can't walk out~"
"Yeah, as in the two playing in the theater." Elaine smiled, "You maybe wanna meet em?"
"In these clothes..."
"You get changed. Meet us back here." She smirked,
"Okay." She smirked, her perfume gliding by them both as they sighed happily,
"Good going, sis."
"What did I do?"
"Got yourself a..." He trailed off as he saw a few teenage girls walk by, "Talk about a thousand pretty women waiting out there..."
"Yeah, for you." She said as he laughed,
"Good luck on your date, and don't forget you gotta tell 'em."
Elaine didn't know how to. She knew her mother and father. They'd love her, but they were traditional and very religious. Elaine and Jessie hadn't missed church or a church equivalence since she could remember. She knew they'd tell her. She'd be in a world of ruin and a first-class trip to hell, but she liked girls, and she tried so hard to get the rhythm of boys, but it wasn't her guitar to play.
"I hope this isn't a lot..." Ruby said she was out of her makeup and wig, and she had on a dress and flowers in her hair,
"You look perfect," Elaine said, walking towards the stage door, their hands brushing against each other,
Graceland 1974
"Well, since my Ruby left me... I found a new place to dwell. It's right at the end of lonely street. Vegas is where it dwells and-" Elaine began to sing as she strummed her guitar. Elaine had been silently going through a breakup with Ruby, who only found her attractive because she was the daughter of Elvis and Cecelia. They had exchanged secret letters and phone calls, or at least she thought,
"Hey, uh, me and my friends are gonna rehearse if you wanna maybe join us?" Jessie offered. He hated seeing Elaine like this,
"No thanks..."
"Estella's gonna be there..."
"Well, now that you add..." She jolted out of her bed and did her hair. Elaine had a big crush on Estella. She was the definition of cool. Blonde short hair, her blue eyes, her freckles, her Tupelo accent, and her skateboard.
"I found letters in Elaine's room," Elvis said as Rising Sun was beside Lightning Bolt, Cecelia's horse. "Elvis..." She looked at her husband as he sighed, "You go snoopin. You'll find what you're lookin for," She said as he nodded. Elvis was getting worried, Elaine was being more distant lately, and she was short when they'd both ask her about school crushes, "I know, but she's hiding somethin. I don't know what, but damnit! I thought we'd be good parents where they can trust in us, you know!" Elvis was getting angry as Cecelia stopped her horse to walk over to him,
"The twins are 13. They're going through teenage angst." She added,
"But honey..."
"Honeybutter..." She squished his cheeks, "We're great parents, or at least as great as we can be. They're fed, loved, clothed, loved, taken care of, loved, listened to, loved," She kissed him as Elaine saw them. There was a pit in her stomach as she knew she'd never get that joy,
"So... Elaine..."
"Yes, Estella?" Her heart began to pound as she looked up at her,
"Jessie tells me you play guitar. And you sing a little." She smiled as Elaine nodded, the prettiest masculine girl she'd ever seen, "Y-Yeah, I do... I mean, my parents are singers, so it runs in the family and-" Estella gave her a peck on the cheek, and Elaine turned red, holding her cheek,
"Was I ramblin..."
"A little, I think it's cute."
"I think you're cute!" She blurted out as Estella blushed. She looked like a strawberry, "Unless you know this isn't your thing, and I'm assuming, and maybe I'm just being stupid an-" Estella leaned in and kissed her quick,
"HEY TUPELO!"
"WHAT, JP!"
"WE'RE STARTIN!"
"You're red?" Elvis looked at his daughter as she blushed even more, "I-I have a fever!" she nodded, "I don't feel good..."
"So then Tupelo says. I'm playing the chords wrong!" Jessie rolled his eyes as Elvis and Cecelia laughed, "Like it's my mama's song, I'd never play it wrong!" He said as Elaine looked at him,
"Maybe she's right..."
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Oh yeah, you're agreeing with her 'cause she kissed you!" Jessie shouted as he soon after realized what he'd done,
"She kissed you?" Elvis and Cecelia said in unison
"Ellie, i'm so-"
"Yes! She did, I-I..." There was a pit in her stomach, but she couldn't turn back now. The cat would be soon out of the bag, but it needed to be, "Mama... Daddy, I like girls..." Elaine said the room was filled with silence as she sighed,
"Elaine, you're only 13 years old. You don't know what you like!?" Elvis said, his fist on the table as she glared at him,
"You two, calm down!" Cecelia said, "Elaine, please explain why you think this is..."
"Well, I really knew when I was 12. That I didn't like boys like the girls in my class did. I can talk to them as friends, but... I-" Elvis shook his head. He was confused as to how this happened, how he and Cecelia managed to miss the signs.
"You what... saw a girl, thought guess I'll try that!"Elvis interjected,
"I thought she was pretty, and today she kissed me! and-" Elaine cried as she ran off to her bedroom,
"We're not done with this!" Elvis grumbled,
"I'll talk to her." Jessie followed his sister,
"Elvis Aaron Presley!" Elvis was in the dog house when his wife used his full name, his blue eyes looking at her desperation. He didn't mean to upset his baby girl, "I know I gotta make it right." He sighed,
"Not till you tell me about your outburst..."
"Cece..."
"Elvis..." Her brows furrowed,
"Alright, fine, I don't want her gettin hurt out there... People ain't gonna accept her, and they'll say mean things or-or take advantage or-"
"I don't know if you noticed Elvis, but we weren't socially accepted either..." Cecelia laughed,
"Cause our music..."
"Cause of our love," She kissed his forehead, "I'm a little disappointed too. She won't marry a man or have grandchildren, but God told us to love one another. And that's our baby. She needs our support more than anyone."
"But..."
"Ah...Ah, she's already got it rough, being she and her brother are mixed, but she's Presley tough," She said as Elvis sighed,
"I need to think,"
Elaine was sobbing into her pillow when she heard a soft knock on the door,
"Little pumpkin..."
"Mama..."
"Can we talk?"
"Okay..." Cecelia sat on her bed, "Is Daddy mad at me..."
"No, he could never be. He loves you. It's just this surprised us both,"
"I'm sorry it's-"
"No need to be sorry, honey muffin. Can I tell you a story?" Elaine nodded as she laid her head in her mother's lap. "There was a girl who fell in love with an incredible boy back in 54. They were inseparable, but society didn't exactly like that."
"Why..."
"Well she was black, and he was white."
"Did they stop loving each other?" Elaine asked as Cecelia softly combed through ther hair, "No, They fought to be seen together, to love loud together," Cecelia swooned,
"Did they win?!"
"Well, Christmas, we'll be together for 14 years now," Elaine gasped as she realized she was talking about her and her father,
"Well, why are you telling me this mama?"
"Cause, I know we may not understand fully why, but I do know if you like this girl. Or this lifestyle, you're gonna have to fight for your love, fight to love loud, and fight to say I'm here, I exist, and you will see me." Cecelia smiled,
"So you're not mad..."
"Not at all. After all, Aunt Midge likes women, and Uncle Richard likes men. " Cecelia laughed, "Heck, I think Ann Margaret is so pretty I'd kiss her if I could." Elaine blushed hearing that,
"I think I'll go talk to Daddy."
Elvis was outside in the meditation garden praying for guidance. He knew his daughter needed his love more than his misguided judgments. "Daddy... Can we talk?" She asked as Elvis looked up and saw her, patting a seat next to him as she sat down, "I-I know it's a lot to take in. But, it's how I was made to live and-" Elvis hugged his daughter tight, "I'm proud of you, I may not fully understand it, Little Biscuit, but I'll get around to it," He ruffled up her hair as smiled at him,
"Guess you're a true, Presle."
"Why's that, Daddy?" She looked up at him
"Cause the ladies can't resist us." He kissed her forehead,
"You're funny."
*Bonus*
"So then I told Estella. That I would go to the dance with her!" Jessie mimicked her words as Cecelia and Elvis listened, "How'd you manage that." Elvis asked, and Jessie mocked her still. Elaine curled her lip, quirked her eyebrow, and said, "I got close and said I wanna play house with you,"
Elvis and Cecelia both choked on their drinks,
"You what!?"
"It's my favorite song of Daddy and... Does it not mean you want to play house like pretend ..."
"Oh, sweetie... please keep eating before you give us gray hair early." Elvis laughed.
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I Wanna Be Loved By You
Kinktober 2022 - Day 8
Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Showgirl!Fem!Reader
Kink: Skirts
Words: 1.9k
Summary: Bucky goes to a show with his co-workers and he sees you and falls head over heels for you and you decide to give him a night he’ll never forget.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, slight!dom/sub dynamics, inexperienced!Bucky, skirt kink, riding), a lot of fluff, shy!Bucky, bold!Reader
a/n: I’m working on posting the works I missed but I will get them out there! I hope you enjoy!
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Bucky was excited to go to this show at the theater with a bunch of guys from work. It was going to be a jazz show with showgirls and the infamous “Love Dove”, she was famous amongst New York for her way of making every guy who saw her fall in love with her. She had the voice of a nightingale and Bucky couldn’t wait to see if the rumors were true or not.
So there he sat, in the front row, closest to the stage and the stage was lit up beautifully, illuminating the velvet stage and barely lighting the theater itself. Then the music started up, the familiar tune of Marilyn Monroe’s, “I Just Want to be Loved by You.”, started to fill the large theater, letting the guests know that the show was starting.
Then the girls trotted out onto stage, they were clad in white and black lace bodysuits with black skirts, white silk gloves, black lace up boots, and their hair was pinned up in flat curls and a feathered hair piece pinned to the back. There were six of them in total and they danced in unison and when the music pulled to a peak indicating that words were about to be sung, you walked out onto stage. The “Love Dove” herself, you smiled at the guests as you walked up to the mic. You were clad in a skin tight silk red dress, black lace gloves, black stilettos, and your hair cascaded over your shoulder with nice curls and a diamond hair piece pinned to the side of your head.
Bucky was entranced with you, his eyes couldn’t leave you once you walked on stage in your glittery dress shining in the stage light. He smiled as his eyes lit up with pure admiration as he followed your movements. Then you started singing and it sounded heavenly to him.
I wanna be loved by you, just you
And nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you, alone!
Boop-boop-a-doop!
You swayed your hips to the song smiling softly as you held onto the mic gently. Bucky had to bite his lip as he felt his cock grow hard and strain against his pants as he got a peak of your legs through the skirt of your dress. Skirts always got Bucky riled up but with you wearing that skirt, it made him all hot and bothered.
I wanna be kissed by you, just you
Nobody else but you
I wanna be kissed by you, alone!
I couldn't aspire
To anything higher
Than, to fill the desire
To make you my own!
Boop-boop-a-doop, boop-boop-a-booh!
Bucky’s eyes never left you as he watched you sway as the words came from your mouth naturally. You smiled a dazzling smile and you looked down at him and gave him a wink.
I wanna be loved by you, just you
And nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you, alone
I couldn't aspire
To anything higher
Than, to feel the desire
To make you my own
God, Bucky thought he had died and went to heaven. You were so alluring and beautiful and he thanked god for this show.
Bup-bum, butle-doodle-dum-bum!
I wanna be loved by you, just you
Nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you
Ba-deedly-deedly-deedly-dum!
Boop-boop-a-doop!
You finished the song with a wink and the band played the after notes and you swayed your hips as you hummed softly. Your eyes kept drifting to the handsome man in the front row. He kept watching you during the show and he was so cute with how entranced he looked with you.
After the show, you walked out of the backstage in your short red dress and your hair in a low bun at the back of your head and you signed autographs. All the men loved you and you enjoyed all the attention but you enjoyed one man’s attention more than the others. It was that cute brunette you spotted in the audience and there he was, walking up to you with a nervous smile on his face.
“Hey, darlin.” You smiled at him and he straightened up a bit and looked down at you. “You want me to sign something for you?”
He cleared his throat, “N-no. I just wanted to say you did a good job out there.” He said softly, making you smile at him.
“Thank you, hun. I do my best.” You said and you smiled up at him and leaned up to his ear. “I saw you staring at me. You’re so cute when your eyes sparkle.” You whispered and he blushed. “How would you like to come back to my room?” You offered as you pressed your red colored lips to his cheek, leaving a lip mark on his stubbly cheek.
“I-I w-would like that, m-ma’am.” He said nervously making you giggle softly and you pulled back and you pressed your hands to his chest gently.
“Ma’am?”, oh baby, you’re precious.” You smiled and took his hand and gently pulled him backstage. You slid the guard five dollars to let Bucky back, and you gently pulled him to your dressing room. You opened the door and walked in and he followed and closed the door for you.
You walked over to the mirror and pulled your hair out of your bun and walked back over to him. He looked down at you nervously and gulped softly, “W-what do you want me to do?”
You smiled and caressed his cheek softly, “How old are you, baby?” You asked as you looked up at his cute face.
“T-twenty one.” He replied and you smiled and kissed his lips gently and he immediately melted into the kiss.
“Let me take care of you, baby. I’ll be gentle.” You whispered and pressed another kiss to his lips. He whined softly barely audible but you heard it and smiled wider as you pulled away. You sat on the couch in your dressing room and you bit your lip softly and patted the seat next to you. “Come here.”
He hesitated before walking over to you and sat next to you, “M’not a virgin.” He whispered almost as if he had to state that so you wouldn’t have to control yourself.
You smiled and moved to straddle his lap and his hands went down to your thighs and rubbed your hips softly. “You’re so cute, baby.” You smiled and leaned down and kissed his lips softly leaning closer to him. He slowly slid his hands up your skirt to grasp your ass making you giggle softly and kissed him deeper nibbling on his bottom lip softly.
“Dove, please?” He asked softly as he leaned up to chase your lips as you pulled away.
“What do you want? Wanna hear you beg.” You whispered to him with a smirk on your face as you rubbed his pecs softly and your fingers began to unbutton his shirt.
“Want you. I need you, dove.” He whined softly making you giggle again and you leaned down to kiss on his neck. “I want your pussy.” He whispered then he whined high as you bit on his neck softly.
“You’re so cute, baby. I can give you what you want.” You smiled and pulled away to strip off your dress but he quickly got up to stop you.
“No, no. C-can you keep the skirt on?” He asked shyly as he rubbed your waist softly and he blushed when you kissed his cheek.
“I can, but do you want my upper body bare?” You asked with a smirk, and he nodded shyly and bit his lip and you led him to the couch. You unzipped your dress and pulled the top down to reveal your silk white bra and Bucky drooled at the sight and he led you to the couch before dropping to his knees in front of you. He reached behind you and unhooked your bra before pulling it off and he groaned at the sight.
He kissed up your belly and to your breasts and he nipped at the tops of your breasts before moving down to your nipples. He sucked softly on your buds making you whine softly and throw your head back as you ran your fingers through his hair.
“Mm, just like that, baby. Such a cute little mouth.” You smiled as you tugged on his hair softly, and he pulled back to look up at you with puffy lips and innocent eyes. “Come here.” You whispered and pulled him up as you kissed him passionately before laying him back on the couch.
His hands went to your ass and squeezed softly making you smile. “Want you, please?” He asked quietly and you pulled back to help him strip off his outfit, just leaving him in boxers and you kissed his neck.
“So cute.” You smiled and you gently pulled his hard cock out of his boxers stroking him slowly. “You’re so thick. You’re gonna feel so good.” You whispered as you nuzzled your nose against his making him smile and kiss your lips softly.
He pulled your panties to the side before tracing up your slit slowly, smirking softly when he felt how wet you were. You slowly moved to have him line up to your pussy and his thick head pushed through your folds and slowly slid into you. “F-fuck!” He groaned as you took him all the way down, moaning softly as he slid into your hot and wet pussy.
You slowly started moving up and down on his cock, moaning as his tip hit your sweet spot with every thrust. “Mm, so so good. Love your cock, feels so good.” You cried softly as your brain got all cloudy with pleasure.
His hands gripped your hips tight as he grunted and groaned softly as he felt your walls clench around his sensitive cock. He might not be a virgin but it had been a while since he had been with a woman. He didn't know how long he would last in your pussy but he would do his best to make you cum first. He leaned down and kissed your neck softly and he held onto your hips softly. He suckled on your neck, leaving marks on your soft skin.
His hands played with your skirt loving the feel of the silk against his fingers and he looked down and pulled the skirt up to watch his cock move in and out of your pussy. God, he thought you looked pretty all dolled up but you look so beautiful like this. Your mascara ran down your cheeks as tears fall and moans and whines spill from your lips. You were so pretty and cute as you writhed above him. He kissed you lips and cupped your cheeks before smiling up at you.
“You’re so pretty, dovey. Love your tight pussy so much.” He whispered softly as he kissed down your neck and to your breasts. “Love you.” Bucky mumbled quietly against your breasts.
Tears welled in your eyes and you nuzzled into his hair. Never had a man say that he loved you and you just felt so happy. “Just want someone to love me.” You whispered softly as you nuzzled closer into his hair and he swore his heart melted at your confession.
Bucky smiled and kissed your head. “I’ll be someone who loves you.”
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Can you tell me something really freaking adorable about any or all of your cats?
My cats, at the moment, are grooming each other so wetly that I had to look out the window to check it wasn't raining.
Oh my god LMAO how many cats does it take to do THAT?! GROSS! And yet charming.
Raleigh, who is such a himbo, likes to play peek-a-boo under the covers. You flip them over him, you wait, you flip them back, and he sits up like HAHA SURPRISE HERE I AM IT WAS ME THE WHOLE TIME!!! :D He also gives bonks. He gets on the counter or on his admiration station (cat tree) and you can walk up and say BONK! and he will tip his head down and bang it into yours. Also he stands up on his back legs and puts his little arms up on you when you come home and he wants to be picked up. He's a huge baby and a cuddle bug. Dogs mostly don't like being picked up and hugged like a teddy bear (people think they do, they almost never ACTUALLY like it) but he LOVES it.
Fancy does this thing where she will get up, take a couple steps, and then stretch each back leggy out real far, like a high kick. It's why she has her name (came out of the carrier like that and I immediately thought of a fancy showgirl; the Reba song was bonus). It's horrendously cute. I have yet to catch it on camera but I hope I do someday. She has no tail, just her round little butt. It's precious. She likes to be cradled in your arms but also have your shirt wrapped up under and over her like a baby sling. We call it the baby sack.
Sid is on my shit list today for being a little asshole, but a cute thing he does is meow real emphatically if you come up behind him while he's on the counter and you take his tail between your fingers. You don't even have to pinch -- I wouldn't hurt him -- just gently grasp it. It's hilarious. He also likes to open drawers and cabinets and will look inside to see what's up, then walk away. He has little gremlin hands.
Smooch wakes up in the middle of a sleep and without even raising his head fully will meow to see if we are there, and we reassure him we are, and he goes back to sleep. It's usually a small and squeaky meow. He also comes up on his tiptoes when he's happy, and will twirl in place like that. When he comes home from the vet still a little groggy from his dentals, he pisses down his legs and then twirls on his tiptoes. Is it gross? Yes. Is it cute? Also, kinda, yeah. Just like he is. Gross but cute.
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Hhhhhhh this is gonna be embarrassing 4 me to write out shshjsjs but I LOVE your writing and I have a request
If your like up for it, could you write another yanfic? But cowboy x ‘showgirl’ (a dude cross dressing for fun) it’s sfw
Like the cowboy goes to one of the readers shows and is immediately obsessed with the performer who he assumes is just a really flat woman, but when the cowboy goes backstage to find the woman he’s met with a man who looks identical to the woman on stage and realizes that the woman of his dreams was actually a man and to the cowboy that’s even better
N they go on a date and it’s fluffy and shit cus i love fluff and cowboys, i really fucking love cowboys
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✶ ﹑ love at first performance ﹏
NOW STARRING : Soft cowboy (Cole Hudson) x show"girl" reader
「ㅤSFWㅤ」ㅤCole goes to watch one of reader's show and was captivated by the performance but he didn't know that reader wasn't really a showgirl.
✙ warnings — fluff, reader cross-dresses, addresses reader as woman in the first bit (he doesn't know yet) use of her once! I'm not very good at portraying a cowboy well...
notes ,, this got me doing my research ! not too sure if this is accurate for show girls (｡ŏ﹏ŏ) not proofread!
Dusty boots scraped on the floor as Cole navigated through the bustling crowd; his heart raced from how many people there were. As the cowboy wandered in the dimly lit venue, his gaze fixated on the stage where beautiful women dressed in flamboyant clothing that glittered and swayed with their movement, danced along with the rhythm of music blaring through speakers. One showgirl especially caught Cole's attention. The way your body moved like water was hypnotising and he coupling stop his heart from thumping against his ribcage.
At first, Cole wasn't interested in these loud events; always scarin' his poor cows and his horse, but this time his pal had really insisted for him to visit one. 'It would be fun,' he said, 'see lots of spectacular performances and maybe some cute girls,' he said. So, Cole rode his horse into the heart of town and here he was now, stuck between sweaty bodies and glaring lights in his eyes.
That one performer though, your radiance was brighter than the other showgirls. Cole was entranced by your dancing, oh how he wishes he was there with you, hand on your hips, slow dancing under the soft streetlights of his home town. He slid his hat off, placing it over his chest almost like he was trying to muffle the sound of his racing heart. The costumes were bright, dazzling, and flowed easily in the wind. They were also quite revealing, accentuating the girl's cleavage and showing off the performer's midriff. All but you.
Cole noticed the lack of well— a larger chest like the other girls had, but he just assumed you were flat-chested. That didn't matter to him, besides, he prefered modesty anyways. After a few minutes, your performance was unfortunately coming to an end. The music faded out and the vibrant lights dimmed as he watched you all bow. The venue filled with deafening clapping but Cole couldn't help but stare starry-eyed at you as you walked off stage. He needed to meet you in person.
The next act slowly made their way to the stage but Cole couldn't care less about them; it was a horse show! He's pretty skilled with horses himself so there was no need to stay. Once again he pushed through the crowd of cheering people, weaving his way out of the venue. When he emerged out, Cole was hit with the crisp night air, a stark contrast of freshness compared to inside the venue. His eyes scanned the area, trying to find where the performers went after their show and he was able to spot a small tent that had light seeping out of the gaps. Cole walked over to said tent and grazed the fabric with his fingertips in hesitancy. He took a deep breath; his chest heaving before he shut his eyes and pushed the fabric aside, walking inside.
He opened his eyes as he walked in, a few showgirls turned around to look at him with confused faces and he just stood there dumbfounded. The words he wanted to speak were clogged by the lump in his throat. You walked up to him, waving your hand infront of his face, "Hey, are you okay?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. He blinked a few times before tilting his head down to meet your gaze. Christ you were beautiful, almost hauntingly similar to the showgirl he was infatuated with earlier. "U—um, I'm looking for a specific showgirl that performed tonight and I was wonderin' if I can... find her," He mumbled out, his eyes locked onto your features as if he was assessing your face. "Are you two, by any chance, relatives of some sort?" He questioned, his country accent shining through his voice.
The girls giggled while taking off their make-up and Cole shot them a confused glance. You sighed with a small chuckle and you looked down at your feet, "By any chance, would this 'showgirl' you're looking for, be me?" Once again, Cole stared at you with his jaw open. He felt his heart strangely flutter despite knowing that you were a guy. He swore he wasn't into guys but you were— different. Not like any man he's seen. He just couldn't shake off his attraction towards you.
"You're a fella?"
"Yeah, you got a problem with that?"
"Well I'll be damned, you are one beauty."
The mixture of his country accent and your more refined accent strikingly contrasted but for some reason complemented eachother. City boy meets country boy. It seemed like Cole had a staring problem because once again, he was blankly gazing into your eyes. It was charming though, how Cole always looked like he was admiring you. Pretty flattering to say the least. Out of nowhere he spoke up...
"How 'bout takin' a ride on my horse?"
How did you get here? Holding onto Cole's waist, you screamed pathetically. Your eyes were screwed shut and your cheek was pressed against his back, all you could hear were hooves thumping on the ground and Cole's warm laugh that echoed through the valley. You two were going so fast that you swore you'd fall off if you didn't hold on tight enough. "You enjoying the ride darlin'?" Cole chuckled, peering over his shoulder to see you clutching onto him like a koala, "Slow down, please!" He ignored your pleas to slow down, "C'mon sweetheart, open your eyes, the stars tonight are just somethin' else!" He yelled through the noise of the wind instead. When he saw that you didn't budge from your terrified position, he just let out a soft laugh and placed one hand over your ones that were clasped around his waist. The warmth of his calloused palm spread to your fingertips and you almost forgot how cold it was tonight. "We're almost there, don't worry," his voice was gentle and thick like honey as he reassured you.
You weren't used to this, not used to the serene silence of the nature, not used to the wind beating so hard against your body, not used to clinging onto a cute cowboy for your dear life as he rode his horse with such passion. You've grown used to the smoke filling the city, used to the loud noises of late night partiers and engines running, used to being by yourself in an apartment with only the warmth of your blanket to keep you company. When was the last time you felt so— free?
The wind died down and you two slowly halted to a stop; you didn't even realise. "You can let go now sugar," Cole giggled as he waited for you to look up from the comfort of his back. You raised your head, your eyes meeting the beautiful scenery of a small cliff with forests lining the background and a starry display of the night sky that seemed like the stars were winking at you. This was a sight you could never see in the city. Cole slides off his horse, planting his two feet on the floor before extending a hand up to you to help you get off too. Your hand reluctantly meets his, the warmth of his palm returning to your finger tips as he guides you down, catching you when you hopped off. The way he handled you was so gentle, as if he was a beast and you were a fragile butterfly.
"Guess you could say we're on a date, huh?" Cole's smile punched your gut from how soft he looked, his hand never left yours. You scoff at his remark — but in a light-hearted way — as your eyes leave his instead, and returned to the scene presented infront of the both of you. It really did seem like a date, far more romantic than any fancy dinner in the big city. Oh and the way his eyes aren't even looking at the sky. He's looking at you. "Ain't it a sight for sore eyes?" He marvelled, and you know he's not talking about the scenery.
"Yeah, it really is," You breathed out quietly like your breath had just been taken away. Cole's eyes finally leave you and he stared at the soil beneath him before he spoke, his voice hushing to barely above a whisper, "You goin' back to the big city soon?" He doesn't want you to leave. Not now. Not yet. Before you could speak, his large hands bring yours together and he traps them between his. His eyes were wide and his brows were furrowed, "Please don't go," he blurted out, embarrassingly higher pitch than he wanted his voice to be.
Your eyes soften as you couldn't help the giggles that escaped your throat. Your eyes lingered on his hands over yours and you noticed the way his fingers trembled slightly but his strength in his grip never faltered. He wasn't allowing you to leave. You did have time before your next gig so, why not?
"Maybe I'll stay for a little longer."
Your heart ached when you saw Cole sigh in relief, his eyes darting everywhere but yours with dusted rose cheeks. He let go of your hands, clutching his own. "I reckon I'll take you out to the strawberry farm my buddy owns. You can't find nothin' sweeter than the fresh grown strawberries out here," He proposed, his fingers skimming over his own knuckles. He was somewhat afraid that you'd reject him. You were so sophisticated, so refined that he couldn't help but feel silly next to you, a big performer who traveled the country to entertain. You, on the other hand, almost instantly fell to your knees from his adorable invite. Strawberry farming? With this cute cowboy you just met? Hell yeah!
"Sounds like a deal, um—" You just realised, you never got his name, "Oh! It's Cole, Cole Hudson," He replied, tipping his hat at you. Jotting his name down in your mind, you glanced at the sky, and noticed that it was incredibly dark, your manager and the girls would be worried if you were nowhere to be found in an unfamiliar place, "Well, I guess it's time to let you be. Let me take you back to your place for tonight." A whistle breaks through the silence in the air as Cole called over his horse, her hooves tapped against the floor in a trot as he took your hand in his and hoisted you up onto the horse's back before hopping on himself, "Hold on, sweets," He smiled, waiting for you to wrap your arms around his waist, securing yourself to him. With a gentle nudge of his foot and the flick of the reins, he guided his horse forward.
You were a little braver this time, keeping your head up as you tried to look around you but it was practically useless now as everything was pitch-black. You wondered how Cole could navigate in such darkness, maybe it was because he travelled up this same path multiple times and knew it better than the back of his palm. As of now, you put your whole trust in him to escort you to your hotel safely.
The lights of the town in the distance inched closer as you two finally made it back. The town was eerily quiet as many people were presumably asleep at this hour — it was so different to the city. "Thanks for the ride, Cole, I really enjoyed it," You thanked him while fumbling to get off his horse; you were still getting used to it. Cole had a hand gently caressing the mahogany-coloured fur of his mare as he looked at you with those hazel eyes of his.
"See you here tomorrow?"
"Yeah, sure."
You found yourself rushing to meet up with Cole the next morning. Something in you just— felt at home with him. You met up with him, he took you on his horse, and after a few long conversations about seemingly anything that popped into your minds, you and Cole arrived to the strawberry farm. It was a surprisingly big farm with green rows of leaves with a pop of red peaking out from behind the leaves. Cole helped you put on your boots and strapped a hat to your head to shield you from the harsh sun of the countryside.
"I'll teach ya how to find the sweetest ones," Cole grinned, flicking his head to the side as he encouraged you to follow him. He trudged along the rows of strawberries with his sleeves rolled up above his elbows, showing his well-built forearms. He had given you a little basket and labelled you on 'basket duty,' but you didn't complain. You stared at his back while he proudly walked infront of you, it was now that you realised how big he was compared to you, both in height and muscle. Could you grow to his height in the future? Probably not.
You were snapped out of your trance when Cole squat down and reached a hand out to one particularly red strawberry, "Here, this is a good one," he hummed contently before plucking it off the stem before handing it to you, "Y'see, a bright red tells you its a sweet strawberry, and these green caps are also good," Cole explained. He placed the strawberry into the basket and turned back around, walking forward with peeled eyes. He wanted to find the best ones for you.
"How 'bout you try, darlin'?" Cole asked, glancing over his shoulder before reaching out his arm to encircle around your waist, drawing you closer and leading you forward. "Alright," You hesitated on agreeing but why not give it a try? You couldn't get this experience anywhere in the city. Your eyes caught on specific strawberry that fit the 'Sweet Strawberry' criteria that Cole suggested to you. Vibrant color? Check. Green cap? Check. You picked it off the stem and showed Cole for approval. He placed a hand on his chin as he looked like he was lost in analysing the strawberry. A smile plastered on his face and his dimples appeared, "You'll ain't gonna know 'till you try it."
Bringing the strawberry to your lips, you sunk your teeth into it, the refreshing sweetness meeting your tongue. Your gaze was casted off into space as you took some time to process how to describe the taste until you suddenly felt warm fingers tilt your chin up. Before you could question it, Cole leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, savouring the taste of the strawberry that was lingering on your lips. It was only a small peck before he pulled away. You swear you were just swept off your feet and— was it getting really hot or was it just you? You stood there, frozen, unsure of how to act after that kiss. That was enough to send your heart running laps.
"It's real sweet, you sure did a good job pickin' that one sweetheart."
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notes ,, I loved writing this so much! Thank you nonnie ♡♡ I wasn't planning on writing this much but I just had to ,, anyways! If you wanna see more Cole please request scenarios/date ideas/etc etc, also, thank you for 400+ followers ♡ my read more thing keeps breaking so don't mind if its kinda weird!
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My new JG fanfic, "Soldier Boy"..
Judy was seated in a sleek set chair, lightly puffing on a cigarette while listening to another one of Mr. Louis B. Mayer's lectures inside his stark white pretentious studio office.
"I'm very disappointed in you, Judy. Your mother has informed me that you're spending too much time at night clubs. Dating men twice your age and staying out much too late for a girl your age.." Mr. Mayer grumbled while organizing a stack of papers on his enormous desk.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mayer. I will try to get in earlier..but I am over eighteen. And I can assure you, the men I go out with are complete gentlemen." Judy confidently replied.
"All gentlemen are wolves." he retorted.
Judy low-spiritedly looked down at her lap.
"Why, a young lady like you can get in all kinds of trouble running around night clubs with over sexed actors and Latin lovers. Just the other day, I read in some movie magazine that you and Tony Martin were seen French kissing over cocktails at Ciro's!"
Judy's big beautiful brown eyes popped out and her mouth fell open.
"But, Mr. Mayer. That never happened. Although, I admit it would've been sorta nice if it had.." she replied with a teasing smile.
"Stop behaving like a silly schoolgirl! This studio is not paying you to flounce around Hollywood as a party girl. You are one of the most important stars on the lot and we're going to make sure your reputation stays untarnished." he fired back.
Judy soberly looked at Mr. Mayer and gently put out her cigarette in the ceramic ash tray resting on the studio executive's desk.
"And that's another thing..you're not to be seen smoking in public. Photographers are everywhere in this town...it's bad for publicity. Your wholesome image is important. The studio is going to protect that image for as long as you're under contract here, young lady." Mr. Mayer continued.
"Greer Garson smokes in public." the pretty young actress spoke up.
Mr. Mayer flashed a stern look at Judy.
"Ms. Garson isn't America's little sweetheart."
"America's little sweetheart? I thought that was Shirley Temple." Judy sassily replied with a cute chuckle.
Unamused, Louis B. Mayer straightened his necktie and took off his glasses to clean them with a nearby handkerchief.
"Judy, I want you to know that I've come to think of you like a daughter. I'm proud of you. So proud of your work. Don't you realize that whatever I advise you to do or not do is for your own good?"
Judy dutifully nodded with a sigh.
At that moment, Mr. Mayer sprung up from his leather chair.
"Did I ever tell you about the time I visited the set of "Naughty Marietta" back in 35' and directed a scene with Jeanette MacDonald?" he boasted, putting his spectacles back on.
"Yes, Mr. Mayer, I think so." Judy answered.
Of course, she had heard him recount that tiresome story many times before in meetings over the years, but always listened with wide-eyed eagerness.
"There was this long flight of stairs..and I showed Jeanette exactly how she should glide down those steps into Nelson Eddy's arms.." Mr. Mayer dramatically rattled on, taking out of his desk drawer an old ostentatious wig.
"So help me, if he puts that ghastly thing on top of his head and starts singing I'm leaving.." Judy mused.
Mr. Mayer went on and on about how he saved the picture from disaster and with steel tears in his eyes began to croon a few lines of "Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life" while pretending to showgirl-like walk down a flight of imaginary stairs.
Judy held back from wanting to burst out with laughter watching this grown man cavort around the room like an idiot.
Just then, there was a brisk knock on the door, interrupting Mr. Mayer's impromptu performance. All at once, the movie mogul halted his act.
"WHO IS IT?!" he belted out, wiping his brow with a hankie.
The door swung open and to Judy's sweet surprise, there stood a tall, gorgeous Navy sailor boy.
"Who are you?" Mr. Mayer snapped.
"I'm Guy Madison. I had an appointment today, sir." the serviceman answered with an apprehensive smile.
Judy turned around in her chair and felt her heart flip looking up at the hunky young man.
Louis B. Mayer glanced down at his wrist watch.
"Oh, that's right. It completely slipped my mind. Well, you'll have to come back in another hour, young man. I'm running a little behind schedule today." he brashly replied, clearing his throat.
The wavy haired young man glanced down at Judy for a moment.
"Oh, excuse me. How do you do?" he shyly mumbled.
Mr. Mayer took his wallet out of his suit pocket and frisked out a few dollar bills.
"Here, go and get yourself some lunch at the commissary. And keep the change."
"OK. Thank you, sir." he said, briefly stepping inside the office to take the cash from Louis B. Mayer's right hand.
Judy pensively watched young Mr. Madison scat out of the room while Mr. Mayer returned to his desk.
"Ok, Judy. That's all for today. You can go now and enjoy your lunch, too. But, remember..no splitting a burger with another actor or indulging in a slice of cake. You have to stay pretty and slim for the camera."
"Yes, Mr. Mayer." she muttered in a lamblike tone. "I've got to find myself another job." Judy thought to herself.
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Arriving at the studio commissary, Judy decidedly joined a table occupied by fellow starlets, Ann Rutherford and bathing beauty newcomer Esther Williams. The ladies exchanged pleasantries and then dived into usual girl talk after ordering their lunch plates.
Judy was served a pineapple cottage cheese salad with a bowl of chicken broth soup and a small glass of coke. While Ann and Esther were indulging in big fat juicy cheese burgers and tall milk shakes. Both gals offered to split their burgers with Judy but she politely refused. She had to stick to a strict low-calorie diet at the studio in order to stay on the payroll.
"Gee, Judy. I don't know how you do it. I'd faint from hunger if I had to follow a liquid diet like that!" Ann exclaimed.
"Believe me, it's not easy. But, what can I do about it? I have to keep myself slim for the movies." Judy replied, sipping her bland soup.
"You need to revolt! You're one of the biggest stars at MGM. They need you more than you need them. Movie goers love you..and it has nothing to do with how slim you look." Esther spoke up.
"That's easy for you to say, darling. You can eat anything and not gain a pound!" Judy quickly responded.
"It's all that swimming Essie does" Ann chimed in.
"That's true..the studio has me kicking underwater most of the time!" Esther replied with a wry chuckle.
Just then, a good-looking serviceman, seated all alone at a table, caught the attention of Ann.
"Who's that dreamboat?" she uttered while finishing her strawberry milkshake.
Judy and Esther turned around to look at the handsome gentleman from across the room.
"Wow. He is dreamy. I've never seen him before. Must be a new guy around here.." Esther said, swooning.
"He is a new guy around here. His name is Guy Madison." Judy nonchalantly replied.
"You mean to say that, that cute guy's first name is Guy?!" Ann inquired with a giggle.
Judy smiled and nodded.
"That's right! We met informally in Mr. Mayer's office this morning.."
Esther softly interrupted, "Don't look now..but he's looking your way, Judy."
"He probably wants to come over to our table and strike up a conversation. Well, whatever..I've got to run, girls. I have a hairdresser appointment. The next time you see me, I'll be a redhead!" Ann lively expressed, rising from her chair.
The ladies heartily giggled.
Then, Esther looked down at her tiny gold wristwatch.
"Oh, my goodness. I'm gonna have to scat too. I have a meeting with some photographers at the pool. Call me later, Judy honey. You can tell me how it worked out with your sigh guy." she exclaimed with a wink.
After Ann and Esther said, "Toodles" to Judy, the dashing young sailor made his way over to her table.
"Hello, again." he warmly said, with a nice grin.
Judy felt a rush of butterflies in her stomach.
"Hello." she uttered with an inviting smile back.
"May I join you for lunch?" he asked.
"Yes, of course." she replied.
Guy took a seat straight across from Judy at her table.
"You're awfully pretty close-up..you know, you're the first movie star that's said a word to me all day...I guess around here I kinda look like a misfit..my Navy uniform and everything.." he rambled on in a sweet, vulnerable manner.
"Gee whiz. He's so open and genuine, it's refreshing. Not like most of the men I've dated" Judy mused.
"Are you an actor?" she asked.
"No, but my agent thinks I could be." Guy replied with a boyish grin.
A waitress came by with the serviceman's lunch after realizing he moved to Miss Garland's table. A large delicious looking steak sandwich with hash browns and onion rings. And a cup of coffee.
"This looks great, thank you." he said, looking up at the waitress.
Judy's big beautiful brown eyes widened, eyeing all that scrumptious food across the table.
Guy couldn't help but see her reaction and remarked, "Would you like half of my sandwich? The lunch they served you certainly didn't look very filling."
"Thank you..but I'm not allowed to split a sandwich with another actor. I'm on a strict diet. Studio rules." Judy replied with a deep sigh.
Guy reached for a fork and knife, cut his steak hoagie in half.
"Well, I'm not an actor yet. I'm a first class Navy seaman. So, you won't be breaking any rules."
Judy burst out with a cute giggle that wrinkled her nose.
"That's right!" she said, discreetly taking a half of Guy's tasty looking sandwich off his plate.
"I sure hope the studio doesn't put me on any crazy diet. That's if, I get employed. I'm crossing my fingers. My agent luckily got me an appointment with Mr. Mayer today. I sure hope Mr. Mayer won't hold it against me, interrupting your meeting like I did earlier. I feel like such a dope." he confided, while munching away at his lunch.
"Don't worry about that! Mr. Mayer's bark is worse than his bite! I'm sure he's forgotten all about it." she encouragingly replied, kiping an onion ring off his plate.
Guy chuckled and playfully slapped her hand.
"Tu es un mignon petit briseur de règles." he uttered.
Judy flashed a quizzical look back.
"What does that mean?"
Guy cheekily leaned forward.
"It's French for, you're a cute little rule breaker."
Judy threw back her head in laughter.
Guy picked up the menu on the table.
"Now, let's see what sounds good for dessert.." he mumbled with a grin.
"Do you speak French, fluidly?" she asked.
"Yeah. I picked it up while stationed for a few months in the South of France." he casually replied taking a sip of his coffee.
"Oh, I'd love to visit Paris someday!" Judy said enthusiastically.
"A couple of shipmates and I drove up to Paris for a weekend. It was beautiful, if you like old buildings, art museums, and French pastry...you know, there wasn't one hot dog stand around?" he bluntly expressed.
Judy snickered and snuck another onion ring off Guy's plate.
The good-hearted sailor boy chuckled.
"Do you like chili dogs? You know, it's kinda funny..once I ordered a bowl of chili and a hot dog at The Stork Club in New York. I poured the chili all over that hot dog and the waiter just about had a fit..not to mention my date!" he vocalized with an impish grin.
Judy chuckled.
"I love hot dogs..but I've never ordered one at a night club!" she replied.
Guy broke out with a hearty chuckle. And then, suddenly, the young man grew quiet, noticing the time on a wall clock in the commissary.
"Well, Judy. It's been a lot of fun talking with you over lunch..but, I'm gonna have to scoot. I don't want to be late for my appointment with Mr. Mayer."
"Oh, I understand. I've enjoyed our chat and thanks for sharing your lunch with me." Judy replied with a wink.
She then took a little pen out of her purse, scribbled her phone number on a napkin.
"Let me know how your meeting went later on.." Judy replied, handing the napkin to the cute sailor boy.
Guy beamed.
"Thanks, I will!..and if you're not busy tonight, would you like to see a show or go out dancing? I've heard there's a great new rhumba band at Ciro's." he mentioned.
"I'd love to. Ciro's is my favorite night spot!" Judy bubbly replied.
"Then it's a date!" he said with a big smile.
"We'll order chili and hot dogs..and you can teach me French.." she uttered with a winsome smile.
Guy burst out laughing.
"I don't think you can learn French in just one night." he quipped.
"Well, we can start with the basics. Like, for instance..a kiss.." Judy flirted back.
Guy blushed all over.
"A French kiss??"
"Yes! I'm dying to learn and this time, the press can finally print something true about me for a change!"
(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ The End ♥
@KristenRaeJohnson
#judy garland#guy madison#esther williams#ann rutherford#french kiss#fanfiction#golden age of hollywood
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a ghostly lover’s reunion
note : fem reader
A/N: HOLY SHIT MY FIRST LONG POST I’m so proud 🥹
summary: your are a ghost like click heck you were his lover you died after him same age as him too 5 or 2 years (your choice) since you died you have gave up giving up looking for click after 1 year (or 3 if you choose 5 years) you get summoned by the timekeeper and you get back together with your ghostly lover.
NOW ON WITH THE SHOW
YN’/ YOUR POV
A bright light surrounded my ghostly body then I was waking up in a beautiful pond have I just been summoned by the time keeper vertin apparently along with a boy with brunette hair in a ponytail (horrorpedia) me and the boy both walked other to the person who summoned us he did tell me his name horrorpedia odd name
horrorpedia: “ahh the ‘great’ vertin nice to see you again”
Yn: “delighted to meet you miss yn the showgirl at your service” i said proudly
vertin: “nice to meet you too well then not to be rude but it is nice to have a female ghost on the crew but let’s get inside don’t want you to freezing”
CLICK’S POV
knock knock knock
“nice to know they knocked for once” I said to myself
I opened the door to see the twins,egeale,Erick
“Do you need something?” I asked
“Yeah actually we were wondering if you had a lover and also vertin is bringing back 2 new friends for the crew!” Egeale said she was excited for a reason
“I-I did…you want to hear about her dont you?”
I was quite surprised when they said that
“Yes please if that’s okay with you Mr click!” They all said
“fine come in just don’t touch the photos or ceamras please especially you Erick” I said
after click telling them about her
“she sounds awesome!” They all said
“My favorite part was when I came back she would run up to me and I would pick her up and spin her around sigh I miss her” I said trying not to cry
“oh we should get going you to. Mr click if we want to meet the new people.”
“Hm your right come on then”
YN/YOUR POV
“Wow this place is BIG wow” I was breathless but as a ghost that’s not really saying something
vertin: “there are the twins,Erick,egeale click and everyone looks like they came to see you guys”
my eyes widened at the name click,click like my boyfriend click the love of my life click he’s like me a ghost
“click” my voice hourse trying to hold in tears
CLICKS POV
“click” it it was HER voice the voice im missed so much I looked to where the voice came from I could tell everybody was looking at me but i shook it off
“Yn?” My voice trembled along with my body witch ended up with me dropping my ceamra if everybody wasn’t looking at me they were now
3th person pov
they both looked at each other knowing they were together again she was running up to him he had his arms out ready for her and when they coulided he picked her up and spun her around
(Like this)
they were both crying happy tears after being like that for a while they were just holding each other
YN’S POV
“I-I missed you so much” I said crying in his chest he smelled like gunpowder but I didn’t mind one bit
“I missed you more then you can ever imagine” he said also crying slightly
I leaned in he got the memo and leaned in to and we kissed I could feel the sparks again he was sweet I missed him & his kisses I could tell he missed me more he was so needy but in a cute way and I loved every bit of it
but I swear I heard people saying “awwww~” but I brushed it off and we stoped the kiss and held each other
“umm miss”
I looked down to see a couple of kids they looked frigin adorable in my opinion
“Yes” I said
“are you yn if so click told us about you~” the one with the….Viking hat? Said teasingly
I could see the regret and embarrassment wash over clicks face
“why yes I am my lord” trying to play along
CLICKS POV
“are you yn if so click told us about you~” Erick said
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck I regret telling them about her but hey she’s getting along with them well so that’s a perk
wait isn’t everyone here?
3TH POV
FUCK they both said forgetting everyone was here while click was now bright red with embarrassment and yn comforting him like old Times
everyone was processing what just happened none of them have seen him this emotional and to them they were scared/concerned but happy he and his girlfriend were together again
click got lots of “you did great” “that was awesome” and other compliments from the guys while yn was being adored by the girls mainly teannet but still they loved there reunion
A\N : MY FIRST LONG ONE AND WITH MY COMFORT CHARACTER OH YES PLEASE
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copacabana: parasocialite style
hi. the setting and story is kinda inspired by depression era films, though the copacabana started after the code. the song is about a showgirl and a bartender, but what if it was like this…
showgirl - twitch | bartender - yt | line cook - kik
kik admires from afar because she's always hidden in the kitchen and working in a kitchen sucks. she takes a smoke break whenever twitch is on stage and is able to watch through an open door from outside. he also frequents the bar so has some kinda acquaintance with yt and has proximity to twitch aside from watching on stage ig.
kik is a writer bc its the obvious hobby imo. here she writes little notes and leaves them in twitch's dressing room as a way to express herself without actually being outted (i was also thinking this is similar to sending twitch sub messages).
twitch goes to the bar whenever its empty enough to have a drink and talk to yt. of all the people he knows in the nightclub, yt is the only person he thinks could be leaving the notes. so she thinks of him as a sensitive guy who puts up a front.
one night she brings up the notes, and youtube is like. what notes. he thinks the idea of leaving notes is creepy and suggests that twitch might have a stalker, which she didn't consider before. after asking around, twitch concludes that nobody they know is leaving the notes, so it must be the case...
youtube confides in kik at the bar about the situation, talking about how a totally creepy stalker guy is following twitch and leaving weird notes in her dressing room every day!!! he says that he's been watching the patrons, suspecting one of the mob guys to be the culprit and is like "let me know if you got any leads, right buddy."
kik gets self conscious and depressed about it. when the notes stop coming in, twitch is relieved at the prospect of the stalker disappearing, but still misses them bc she thought it was cute :(. yt isn't exactly what they thought he would be. meanwhile, kik begins writing a full on confession, but keeps rewriting it and mulling over it because he really doesn't want it to come off as any more creepy.
that part of the song where rico shows up... idk who it would be, i mean if anything i guess it could be a company like the filmscore one. worldstar or limewire maybe haha. there's probably other mafia members around them. youtube tries to save twitch, but gets scared and hesitates. kik dives in and fights, gets shot.
twitch finds the confession or is given it, maybe kik actually says something to them before dying. maybe they should’ve interacted before this point too idk this isnt a movie pitch. anyway things don't work out between twitch + yt either, and she just forever wonders about kik.
at the same time i really like the idea of kik using a second hand suit to try to pretend they're rich w/ twitch (who is also working class, hence why shes “trying to be a star”). maybe it can be a dream sequence after kik dies. to drive home the doomed yaouri LOL. ok im done here.
#parasocialite#i kept thinking about gold diggers of 1933 and daleks in manhatten#ive never posted anything ive written unless u count cloutchase 😵💫#idk if id actually write this fr or even draw any more of it so i just decided to share my idea
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