#bat ribbon tie belt

[featheredenby]

Cuteguy

“Right where are my manners, the name’s Cuteguy! Now do you want help or not?”

Written by: FeatheredEnby

Part Two of: Show Your Fangs

A superhero AU is Hermitcraft/Empires SMP/The Life Series

Scar had always, for the short time that he had it, enjoyed working as a superhero and protecting the citizens of Hermitopia, Empires City, and Lifetropolis from harm but recently things had gotten strange. He wouldn't necessarily say that it was in a bad way but The GFHA had only been started to combat regular crimes and take a toll off of the police. However soon after it had formed more and more antiheroes, vigilanties, and supervillains started to emerge. Just a month ago the first villain duo emerged calling themselves “The Dogwarts Duo” and the chaos continued as another villain emerged and declared that she was “The Faker”.

That is what had brought him, as Hotguy of course, to his current situation, with him staring down the dog hybrid known as “The Red King”, while bleeding from his leg and help being nowhere to be found. It would have been quite an interesting scene if he wasn’t the one in it, but of course he was. He was standing off with The Red King, a dog hybrid with brown hair wearing a golden crown and a red cape with white mountains maybe,  and The Red Hand, he couldn’t quite place what he was as his entire appearance was quite confusing as he had large bat wings but ice crystals growing all over his body and he was wearing a blindfold over his eyes with the same pattern as The Red King’s cape. There are quite a lot of confusing things about the duo but one thing was certain trapped in The Hand’s grasp is a young llama hybrid (who can’t be any more than ten) with the edge of an axe ever so gently pressed against their throat and in Hotguy’s hands there is a high tech bow nocked with an arrow with which he could easily shoot down The Hand and King in quick succession. There was just one thing if Scar shot The Hand in the head he would likely fall backwards killing the llama hybrid but if he shot him in the hand he would likely jolt forward and drop the axe at the same time, depending on the timing however the kid’s neck could get hit with the blade of the axe. There is really no solution, in his ear he hears a voice, “Hotguy, come in Hotguy.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“Hurry up and shoot him. Cut your losses. One random kid’s death won’t end the world.”

“But I-”

“Hurry up an-”

The stern voice of the GFHA’s director is cut off as he hears a new one; it's familiar but he can’t quite place it.

“Thanks for breaking into the comms for me buttercup! Oh wait he can hear me already- hey there pretty boy. You seem to be in quite the pickle down there, need some help?”

“What the- who are you!?!” Hotguy replies. 

“Right where are my manners, the name’s Cuteguy! Now do you want help or not?”

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On the roof of an apartment building stands an avian with dirty blond hair and a pair of black and yellow wings on both his back and where his ears would be, ink is dripping down his face. He wears a black tank top with a red and pink heart in the middle over it there’s a bright pink jacket with the same symbol and yellow tie dye patches, there is red ribbon functioning as a belt around his light pink shorts and later being used again to decorate his boots darker boots along with mini black wings on the ankles. Next to him is a red headed zombie in a simple pink crop top and shorts with a fluffy white headband, wristbands, and belt equipped with a pink leather pouch and a golden clock, on her head is a large white witch hat with a pink underside. She lifts up her head from viewing the scene below them and looks at him with a puzzled look on her face.

“Okay so as we just saw The Dogwarts Duo is here today, but how did you know that they would be?” She inquires.

“Oh, you know Cleo, I have good ways to get information.” He answers, it’s not like she’ll ever learn that they’re just chickens.

“Okay then, don’t tell me,” Cleo responds as she turns to face a pale man in a suit,”Are we almost into the system Mumbo?”

“Just about,” Mumbo claims,”so I would suggest that you two stop using our real names now as what we are doing is very illegal.”

“Aw you’re such a buzzkill,” he teases,”Anyways thanks for breaking into comms for me buttercup! Oh wait he can hear me already- hey there pretty boy. You seem to be in quite the pickle down there, need some help?”

“What the- who are you!?!” Hotguy asks. 

“Right where are my manners, the name’s Cuteguy! Now do you want help or not?”

“Uhm… sure I guess but I don’t even know where you are.”

“I can see you from where I am so there’s n-” Cuteguy starts to inform him before being cut off by The Red King.

“Oi! You have exactly ten seconds to drop the bow or the kid gets it.” He yells.

The Red Hand starts to count down, “Ten.”

“Well my undead friend.” Cuteguy says to Cleo.

“Nine.”

“Care to work some of that time magic for us?”

“Eight.”

“Uhm… Guys! What should I do?” Hotguy Panics.

“Seven.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Cleo responds.

“Six.”

“Should I just put the bow down?”

“Cast it on go.”

“Five.”

“Three, Two.”

“I’m just gonna drop the bow.”

“Four.”

“I’m about to drop it.”

“One.”

“Three.”

“Go!”

“||𝙹⚍ ᓭ⍑𝙹⚍ꖎ↸ ᔑꖎꖎ ⎓⚍ᓵꖌ╎リ⊣ ᓭℸ ̣ 𝙹!¡”

As she speaks her eyes blaze bright and time slows down, for everyone except the people she didn’t freeze, that is, those people being Hotguy, Cuteguy, Mumbo, the little kid, and her of course. 

“Hotguy,” Cuteguy yells while flying down from the roof,”you get the kid. I’ll take care of these two.” He says while gesturing at The Dogwarts Duo.

“On it!”

“Hurry up you two I can’t hold this time freeze forever,” Cleo yells,”!¡ꖎᒷᔑᓭᒷ ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ|| ⎓∷𝙹⨅ᒷリ”

Hotguy runs over to The, now frozen, Dogwarts Duo and carefully moves away The Red Hand’s arms and Axe, after doing this he picks up the crying llama hybrid in his arms. Meanwhile Cuteguy lands on The Red King and tries to figure out what to do with the two of them, he could always just turn them in but where’s the fun in that. Maybe he should just tie them up and toss them in a dumpster in some random alley way. He’s about to ask Cleo for her opinion when he sees Hotguy comforting the kid that they saved.

“Shh. It’s okay, I’m here for you,” he says,”Now can you tell me your name?”

“I- I’m P-P- Pizza.” sniffles the kid.

It’s pretty sweet to see such a touching scene but as he looks back over at Cleo he can tell that she is struggling. He’s about to call out to her when the light in her eyes starts to flicker and fade. Normally this would be fine but he still hasn’t done anything with The Dogwarts Duo and Cleo looks like she’s gonna burst a blood vessel if she doesn't stop soon.

“!¡ꖎᒷᔑᓭᒷ ⎓ᔑℸ ̣ ᒷᓭ, ╎'ᒲ ʖᒷ⊣⊣╎リ⊣ ⋮⚍ᓭℸ ̣  ꖎᒷℸ ̣  ᒲᒷ ꖌᒷᒷ!¡ ⊣𝙹╎リ⊣ ᔑ ꖎ╎ℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ꖎᒷ ꖎ𝙹リ⊣ᒷ∷,” Cleo casts desperately,”Guys I can’t hold it any longer!”

“Please try, I still have to do something with these two.” he replies.

“I can’t, the fates won’t allow it, in fact they’re not too fond of time magic in the first place. 𝙹リᒷ ᒲ𝙹∷ᒷ ᒲ╎リ⚍ℸ ̣ ᒷ, !¡ꖎᒷᔑᓭᒷ. I can only hold it for another minute, knock those two out and put them in an alleyway or something.”

“Okay!” he yells back.

Cuteguy goes over to the side of the street and grabs two sizable pieces of debris, he then flies back over and drops one on each of the duo’s heads. He then picks them both up and flies them over to a dumpster just as he had originally planned. He then flies back up to the roof, “well team ready to bounce?”

“╎ℸ ̣ 'ᓭ 𝙹⍊ᒷ∷.” Cleo says ending the spell, “Yep, let’s go.”

“I’m ready, this has all been quite an awful ordinal.” Mumbo adds.

“Okay then, bye Hotguy! See you soon.” Cuteguy calls in a singsong voice, and with that the three of them headout to get some rest as Hotguy returns Pizza to his family and goes to fill out a report.

-

As just as Grian got home his phone started chiming, he takes it out of his bag and sees that the person calling him is his roommate, Scar. Knowing Scar he probably needs a ride back from whatever client he was meeting with for a landscaping job, so Grian answers in a singsong voice,“Hello, Scar!”

“Hey, G. I was just wondering if you saw the news today?” Scar inquires.

“Nope, I haven’t seen it yet,” he replies but he does know what happened, as he lived it,”Did something interesting happen?”

“Yeah, so you know who Hotguy is right? Well he was fighting the Dogwarts Duo and they kinda ended up in a stalemate when they threatened a kid.” Scar explains.

“Oh… that’s awful.” Grian replies trying to sound surprised.

“I know,” Scar says,”but then some new vigilante hacked into the GFHA’s comm system and said that his name was Cuteguy. Then some random timewitch froze time for everyone except him, Hotguy, and the kid.”

“Wait what?”

“Yeah it shocked me to hear that too, according to Hotguy, the spell wore down really quick so Cuteguy just knocked the duo out and threw them in some dumpster.”

“So they’re still a threat?” Grian questions Scar.

“I mean I guess but they were both knocked out so it’s likely that they’ll turn up again any time soon.”

“I guess so.” He replies.

“Anyways,” says Scar,”I was wondering your opinion on the vigilantes that have been popping up.”

Oh no, Grian was not expecting Scar to ask that. How was he supposed to sound convincing when he is one of them, along with the fact that he has no idea what Scar’s perspective on it is. What was he supposed to say, “Oh yeah, I think it’s awesome, in fact you should know that I am Cuteguy!” that is not happening. Maybe he should just ask a question back to deflect having to answer. “I don’t really have one,” he lies,”what about you?”

“Oh,” says Scar as if not expecting Grian to want his opinion,”I don’t really mind it if they’re helping but it is illegal.”

“Yep, that’s kind of the definition of vigilante.” Grian responds.

“Maybe it would just be better for them to join The GFHA.” Scar continues.

“Well they might not agree with its ideals,” Grian argues,”and in any case they aren’t causing any harm.”

“True. True. Anywho I just wanted to call and get your opinion, by the way can you feed Jellie for me tonight?” 

“Sure,” Grian agrees,”but why exactly?”

“Oh, you know… I’m just helping Joel with something.” Scar answers in a voice that tells Grian that he’s lying through his teeth, but Grian doesn’t question it.

“Okay then,” Says Grian,”see you later Scar.”

“Later G.” With that Scar hangs up.

Grian is fine with Scar being out in fact he doesn’t even mind that Scars obviously lying, this just gives him an opportunity. Tonight Cuteguy would go out again to protect Hermitopia and get on the government’s nerves. Tonight he would make a name for himself as Cuteguy the infamous vigilante.

#life series #trafficblr #traffic life #grian #show your fangs #superhero au #superhero #cuteguy #goodtimeswithscar #hotguy #zombie cleo #fan fiction #fanfic #time witch Cleo #witchcraft smp #mumbo jumbo #empires smp #empiresblr #hermitblr #hermitcraft

[rainbow-star-bright]

Name: Momo (桃 Momo) Gender: female Sexual orientation: aposexual (?) Alias: Android 9 (人造人間9号 Jinzōningen Ku-Gō) Race: android, mechanical type android Age Born: May 9th, age ??? Height: 158 cm (5'18") Weight: 60 kg (132 lb) Status: alive Affiliation: Red Ribbon Army (formerly), Dragon team, Team Universe 7 Occupation: martial artist, baby-sitter Saga Appeared: Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT Relatives: Dr. Gero (creator), Dr. Flappe (co-creator) Teachers: Dr. Gero (formerly), master Roshi Partners/Friends: Goku, Krillin, Bulma, Chichi, Lunch, master Roshi, Yamcha, Tenshinhan, Jiaozi, Gohan, Goten, Trunks, Videl, Vegeta, Pan, Piccolo Rivals: C-18 Enemies: Red Ribbon Army, King Piccolo, Raditz, Frieza, Cell, C-13, C-14 , C-15, C-16, C-17, Majin Bu, Broly (non-canon) Power Level: unknown Transformations (if any): none Appearance: Momo is an android with the appearance of a tall and slender girl, between 23-24 years old, hair the same as Bulma's when she was young but blond, big light blue eyes; the clothing is almost similar to that of General Blue except that she has a beige shirt with short cuffed sleeves, the Red Ribbon logo printed on the left shoulder, no tie, a black belt with a golden buckle, a pair of trousers blue and brown boots. In her first appearance on Dragon Ball, Momo had the logo hidden by a red handkerchief to prevent people from finding out that she belongs to the Red Ribbon despite having defected, then she removes it after decides to tell the truth to Goku, Krillin and Buma when they left looking for the dragon ball which was in the pirates cave and they were chased by the army. She continued to wear the uniform for all three sagas, on Dragon Ball Z we see her with a pair of blue cuffs identical to those Goku’s as they were a gift given by him; she is monotonous in dressing as has never changed her clothes (on rare occasions she has been seen wearing pajamas or a bathing suit) and this suggests that the android doesn’t have much taste in fashion. Equipment: fake dagger – it’s a toy dagger with a pink handle whose tip is retractable and fake blood comes out. She had only used the weapon in the first saga, then she no longer used it (it is not known whether still keeps it or has thrown it away) Personality: before the narrative arc, Momo was cold and ruthless by nature, only obeying her "masters"; but later when she acquired a will of her own, understood that all this was wrong by rebelling against her superiors and later managed to escape. She is now more kind, affectionate, altruistic and thoughtful, also showing a shy and sweet side. If she is pressured, pushed hard or annoyed, Momo can become vulgar. She can sometimes be revengeful if one of her friends were accidentally injured or killed during a fight. Momo has never shown a love interest in all three Dragon Ball sagas but perhaps a slight infatuation with non-canon Broly. If she were to meet Broly from Dragon Ball Super, she would become attached to him, noticing his tender, fragile and friendly personality. Likes: preparing delicious dishes for Goku, Gohan and Goten - mostly helping out in the kitchen with Chi-Chi -, training with her companions, playing and having fun with her companions, observing the animals, singing karaoke, helping out a lot occasionally at Capsule Corporation. Dislikes: bats, snakes, criminals, gender violence, sexual harassment, people who insist incessantly, mistreatment of weak people and animals, war weapons, enemies who want to eliminate Goku. Goal: n/a Hobbies: ikebana (the art of arranging cut flowers), grow roses and collect some feminine accessories Bio (History): W.I.P. Quotes: "Guys, I absolutely have to tell you something... I... I'm an android created by the Red Ribbon army!" - Momo reveals her identity to Goku, Krillin and Bulma

"What did you say?! Red Ribbon cyborgs?! Oh no... it can't be! That damn army again?!" - Momo scared by future Trunks' revelation to Goku

"...I cannot deny my origins or erase the evil I have committed in the past, but I would like to say that I feel grateful for having 'come into the world' knowing Goku, Krillin, Bulma and all the others!" - Momo tells her story to Videl, Gohan, and Goten Powers and Abilities: Bukujutsu, Ki perception, Kamehameha, Kienzan, Kikoha, Telekinesis, Psychic eyes Trivia: Momo means "peach" in Japanese, it is also referred to the color like all the soldiers present in the Red Ribbon saga

#my oc art #dragon ball oc #android 9 #android girl #momo #character profile #redr ribbon army oc

[romeave]

have you done a garroth fit check or zenix? what about jeoffery? sorry i just miss bitches lol

wait brendan had like 2 outfits {at least mys, forgot for mcd} and they were drab as hell if memory serves right

Garroth has a lot of fits so he gets his own post but here is everyone else anon!!

MYSTREET FIT REVIEW - BRENDAN

MYSTREET - CASUAL

Brendan's casual fit screams background character. Dark green shirt with black pants do nothing to help him stand out. The red converse are the only part of his design that stands out, but I'm not really sure why they're there in the first place (maybe a refrence to Kiki??).

Luckily for Brendan, he's so minor his boringness adds to the design instead of detracting.

7/10

MYSTREET - SUMMER

Brendan took everyone's insurance money and bought himself whatever...this is. Pink and deep teal is a banger color combo, but the red sneakers still seem out of place. I'm also not sure if he's wearing a one piece or just a coordinated two piece. Might be a swimsuit but there's no reason for Brendan to wear one.

5/10

TOTAL SCORE - 6/10

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MYSTREET FIT REVIEW - JEFFORY

MYSTREET SEASON ONE - CASUAL

Lovingly bland. Dorky sweater in a similar gray/white/green to his Jury uniform is both recognizable and weather appropriate. Khaki pants fitting of a dad. Gorgeous.

10/10

PHOENIX DROP HIGH - CASUAL

Jeffory in the uniform is really just okay. The abundance of green eye brunette boys in PDH make him come off like a background character. Fairly certain Zane’s goons in PDH s2 stand out just as much and Jeffory does, and they don't even speak.

4/10

PHEONIX DROP HIGH - FORMAL

Apologies for the poor lighting. Jeffory only wears his formal fit at prom so we never see it in a good atmosphere. From what I can tell, its really just a basic black and white tux. There's a black strip near the collar that could be a bow tie or a ribbon. And the lapel flowers compliment his eyes.

8/10

TOTAL SCORE - 7.3/10

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MYSTREET FIT REVIEW - ZENIX

PHEONIX DROP HIGH - UNIFORM

Fortunately, Zenix's hair and eyes are neutral and don't clash with the blues of the uniform. Zenix buttons his blazer the same way Gene does, which is a neat little character detail I enjoy very much.

8/10

PHOENIX DROP HIGH - CASUAL

Zenix really said minecraft bad boy. He has stolen his grey and black striped hoodie from Zane’s closet, a direct homage to Garroth considering Zenix to be like his little brother in MCD. The white undershirt and black pants fortunately steer clear of flat white and black, which are saved for accessories and shoes. Keeling the entire fit in grayscale allows the values to stand out, making the design readable.

9/10

MYSTREET - CASUAL

Hate the whitewashing but the fit itself is nice and funky. Love the black jacket with the white fur and the bright red/pink buttons. Putting the button color on the shirt stripes is s neat idea, but it clashes with the gray. The blue of the pants is the same value as the brown of his weirdly coordinated belt/shoes.

5/10 for the jacket alone

UPSIDE DOWN STORIES - CASUAL

Zenix's Laurance arc, made dumber by the addition of a white shirt under the polo. This implies that UP!Zenix is supposed to parallel Laurance?? Which is a weird choice since UP!Zenix acts nothing like Laurance. Jesson later gives any notable Laurance traits (soccer captain and popularity) to UP!Zane, who is a combination Jeffory/Garroth/Laurance hybrid...who is not Zenix. Deadass UP!Zenix doesn't have any parallels outside of this one fit. Unless normal Laurance is notoriously into peanut butter Laurance stans help me out here-

1/10

SIDE STORIES - CASUAL

Again, loses points for whitewashing. The burgundy brown varisty jacket with matching shoes is fine, if not bland. Adding the white t shirt and normal denim jeans really gives off high school Garroth energy. Look at that he evern has a baseball bat. At least the chains on the jeans are a tiny, but in character detail

4/10

TOTAL SCORE - 5.4/10

#aphmau #aphmau mystreet #mystreet #aphmau zenix #aphmau laurance #aphmau brendan #mystreet brendan #mystreet zenix #mystreet jeffory #aphmau jeffory #jeffory the golden heart #fit review #phoenix drop high #aphmau shadow knight #no seriously laurance fans does he like peanut butter??

[tinkerbellwoo]

A Man In Uniform - C. San

Synopsis - San’s first day on the job as a police officer takes an erotic turn when you notice how hot he looks in his uniform.

Genre - Smutty smut

AU - Non Idol, established relationship

Pairing - Police Officer!San x Female!Reader

Warnings - Bad language, pet names, use of handcuffs, spanking, squirting, cum eating, unprotected sex (wrap ur sausage), Dom!San, oral (F receiving), role play, dirty talk, fingering, ‘Sir’ used multiple times, slight overstimulation, nipping?, idk bruh it’s hella dirty you get it LMAO

Word Count - 1,300+

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San has trained for years to become a police officer, it was his dream since he was a little boy and he’s finally got his own uniform. Today is his first day on the job as an officer at your local police station and you’ve never felt so proud. 

You’ve been receiving text updates from him all day:

“Babe! I just made my first arrest! Are you proud of me? :D”

“I just used the lights and the siren for the first time. I feel so badass~”

“There’s so many buttons in this car...”

As cute as he’s being, one thing remains on your mind, the selfie San sent you earlier in the day of him in his police uniform. You never thought seeing your boyfriend in a uniform would turn you on so much, your thighs squeezed together as soon as you opened the photo, a surge of arousal being pumped through your veins by your pounding heart.

He’s been boasting about all of his gear on his belt but one particular piece of equipment stuck out the most to you, his handcuffs. The thought of him snapping his cuffs onto your wrists and holding them behind your back as he fucks you is only one of the many fantasies you've had so far today.

Your phone buzzes, snapping you out of your trance.

“On my way home, Bun. The Chief let me off early today, see you soon! <3″

You run to your shared bedroom and freshen yourself up a little, changing into San’s favourite lingerie set of yours as well as a satin robe, tied but still loose enough to expose your cleavage perfectly, with a fraction of your lace push-up bra peeking out of the fabric.

Minutes later, San enters the house. “Sweetie, I’m home-” He yells before pausing at the sight in front of him. You walk towards him and a seductive aura fills the air around you both. “Well, well, well. Isn’t this a wonderful surprise” San smirks as he reaches for your waist. Your hands lay flat against his chest as you lean up to kiss him.

“You have no idea how much I've been thinking about you today” You whisper against his lips, causing you both to smile into another kiss. “Oh yeah?” He questions, eager to hear more from you. “Mhm, you look so sexy in your uniform” You reply, placing a couple of kisses along his jaw before nipping lightly at his earlobe.

San hooks his hands under your thighs, lifting you up and pressing you against the wall where he devours your lips in a heated kiss. Your hands fly to his hair as you feel him grind his stiffening length against your clothed core. You moan into his mouth and he pulls away slightly. “Can you surprise me like this every time I come home from work?” He asks in his deep voice.

You giggle and tug his tie to pull him back against your lips. Without breaking the kiss, San walks you both to the bedroom where stands you at the end of the bed, he removes his tie and begins unbuttoning his shirt. “Stop” You blurt out, causing your boyfriend to halt his actions, chest exposed and slight confusion on his face. “Leave it on, I like a man in uniform” You smirk, causing the young man to scoff before he caresses your chin and places a quick kiss onto your lips.

“You wanna play? Let’s play, Princess” He whispers lowly against your lips, untying the ribbon to your robe and letting it fall to the floor before you kick it aside. “Turn around” He orders, you obey. “Hands behind your back” He orders once again with a stern voice. You feel a rush of adrenaline consume you as the cold metal of his cuffs snap over each of your wrists

“Have I been naughty, officer?” You tease, peering over your shoulder to be met with the devilish stare of your boyfriend. “Absolutely, you ready for your punishment?” San plays along with your little game “Yes, sir.” You smile innocently as you bat your eyelashes at him with your bottom lip tugged between your teeth. Suddenly you're being bent over the bed, followed by a harsh spank you your ass. You yelp in pleasure at the burn lingering on your skin.

“You’re such a dirty girl” San teases from behind you, adding another spank to your ass before rubbing the skin to soothe the pain. He wastes no time in getting on his knees and tugging down your panties, dragging his fingers through your folds and collecting your slick on his digits, admiring how wet you are for him. “So wet for me”.

Before you can respond, he buries himself face-deep in your cunt, lapping up your juices and sucking on your clit. San slides two fingers into your dripping hole, pumping them at a steady pace as he curls his fingers against your g-spot. You release a pornographic moan at his actions, you’ve been so eager for his touch all day. “Fuck baby, you're sucking me in” He states.

He adds a third finger, lifting one of your legs onto the bed to grant his mouth better access to your clit. Flicking his tongue against your bud as he fucks his fingers into your hole is all it takes to bring you to your first orgasm, however, you’re not given much time before San's belt hits the floor and his now rock-solid cock is hanging out of his pants as he pumps it a couple of times.

Pulling your leg back down from the bed, your boyfriend grabs your hips and drags his cock through your folds before thrusting into you from behind. A combination of a gasp and a moan leaves your lips as he picks up a steady pace. You look like a hot mess, your cheek pressed against the sheets, drool spilling from your lips, mascara slightly smudged under your eyes, but this is how San loves to see you.

“S-Sannie” You moan. That earns you another spank to your ass. “Wrong name, Darling” He boasts as he leans over your weak figure. “S-sir” You yelp. The title brings San to a harsher pace, your legs begin to grow weak as you feel your another orgasm approaching. “Fuck- I think I’m gonna cum. Please can I cum?” You beg pathetically with a shaky voice caused by the violent thrusts generated behind you.

“Do you think you deserve to cum? Do you think you’ve been good enough? Hmm?” He questions, still sucked into his role and loving every second of it. “Yes Sir! Please!” You whine. San grabs the cuffs with one hand, tugging at them slightly to support his pace as he quickens even more, snapping his hips into yours at a relentless pace as his other hand finds your clit and begins to rub circles.

“Show me how much of a good girl you are and cum all over my cock” He orders and all you can do is whimper as your orgasm finally rushes through you, more intensely than ever before, so intense, you squirt all over San’s lower half. “Fuck! I didn't know you could do that!” He says, shocked. 

His thrusts grow sloppy as you’re pushed into overstimulation. “On your knees” He demands, desperately. Obeying his order, you face him on your knees with your mouth open and tongue out as he pumps his cock rapidly. Your juices glisten against his skin and coat his uniform. 

Reaching his climax, San releases his load onto your tongue, spurts of his hot cum cover your chin and chest as he groans in pleasure at the sight. Swallowing what's in your mouth, you lick the remaining liquid from your chin and your lips, pushing some into your mouth with your fingers.

“Shit, Baby. Why didn't I get this job sooner?” He jokes, causing breathless laughter to fill the room as he helps you up from the floor before releasing you from the cuffs.

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A/N - SHEESH- So ya’ll saw that pic that San uploaded... with the uniform... yeah. Now we’re here. ANYWAYS, This is literally such dirty filth but I love it, I didn't know I needed San in a Police uniform until baby came thru with it oof. Thanks for reading 💙

Tag List - @simphwa @jonghoisababie @yunhoiseyecandy @multidreams-and-desires

#I’m going to the fiery pits of hell for this one #ya’ll coming? #kpop #ateez #Choi san #san #Ateez san #san smut #Ateez smut #kpop smut #san imagine #san au #kpop imagine #Ateez imagine #Ateez au #police officer san #san uniform

[a-plethora-of-peters]

So a few months ago I drew a reference picture for Scar and I decided to clean it up a bit and color it for #scarsupportweekend!

(Image description: Transparent image of a reference of GoodTimesWithScar, a smiling light tan skinned man with medium brown hair and olive green eyes. He has prominent cheekbones and numerous scars on his face: three on his right cheek stretching from below his eye to his jaw, a small diagonal scar on his chin, a scar across the bridge of his nose, and a vertical scar on his left side next to his mouth. He has a nasal cannula hooked over pointed ears and the hosing trails out of sight behind his back. He has a metal forearm crutch in either hand. There is a note to the left that he "uses crutches on bad days".

He is dressed in a white dress shirt with a black string tie around his neck, a maroon tailcoat with cufflinks, and a leaf green vest with brass buttons over top. There is a large top hat tilted towards his right on top of his head that is the same color as his coat and color of his vest matches the ribbon wrapped around his hat. He has a plain leather belt that is holding up dark gray pants.

To the right of Scar is a close up drawing of his cufflinks which are pale blue with a silver border. On the blue center of each one is a black bowtie and two white Cs, one C above and one below the bowties. There is a note beneath the cufflinks that says "Concorp Cufflinks (Accesses HUD and Inventory)".

Slung across his chest from right shoulder to left hip is another belt. There is a note pointing from the belt to another image to the left of Scar. The note reads "worn on back" and the second image is of a leather pouch with a diagonal strap attached to it and a copper hook latch holding the pouch shut. Emerging from a hole in the top of the pouch is the upper section of a canister with some hosing emerging from it. There are additional notes identifying it as an "oxygen tank" and that it's "swapped out every 6 hours or so".

The upper left corner of the image shows a side and frontal view of Scar's shoes and part of his pants. They are dark brown leather dress shoes with thick darker brown soles.

Spread out on either side of his head, just above his shoulders are floating crystals that make a rough bat-like wing shape. Two long thin L shaped crystals with a trio of small crystal spines at the top bend makes up the "bones" of the wings. Three triangular crystals make up the "webbing" of said wings. There is a note above the right wing that says "crystal Vex wings". End ID)

#scarsupportweekend #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #hermitcraft #me stuff #my art #projecting all my love and support for this man!

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Moirai [5]

Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6

➜ Words: 5k

➜ Genres: 60% Fluff, 40% Angst, Isekai!AU

➜ Summary: Death is supposed to be the end. Or at least that's what you assumed when you're hit by a TRUCK. But the moment you open your eyes again, instead of being sent to the afterlife, you've become a baby. And not just any baby. You're the female villain of a video game.

“Thank you for inviting me, Lady Anastasia.”   Lucienne sits across the rounded table from you, oblivious to the blossom petals that have drifted down and tangled itself into her hair. The tea party invitation rests beside her teacup, neat and crisp like she held and opened it with the utmost care.    “Yes, thank you.” The other lady beside her pipes up. “It’s an absolute honour.”   “The Royal gardens are lovely this season,” another adds. “I’m glad I can enjoy it like this.”   “It’s not a problem, everyone.” A friendly smile stretches across your face. “It can get quite lonely being the only lady in the castle, so your company is welcome.”   More like Lady Devon and your other tutors was pretty damn insistent that you build a good reputation and inner circle, but whatever. What they don’t know, won’t hurt them.   But you do remember that in the original game, Anastasia used this opportunity to shame the heroine. She invited her to a tea party and made snide remarks about how she danced with the Prince. Of course it seems petty now but it’s understandable that Anastasia resented the heroine so much. Even if she didn’t intend it, she humiliated Anastasia by stealing her fiancé.   And the fact of the matter is that you’ll also become the laughingstock for what she’ll do.   “If I may ask, have you started the wedding arrangements yet, Lady Anastasia?”   You nearly choke on your tea, sputtering for a moment until you’re able to set the cup down on the saucer and cough into your napkin. The ladies around the table appear concerned, but you plaster on another smile. “Well, there’s been no discussion yet. The Royal family and the Devereux house are in no rush. There’s still quite a bit of time, so who knows what could happen.”   “What could happen?” One of them catches on quick and you cordially nod.   “The engagement was made when both Prince Jungkook and I were very young, but now that we are older, we can voice our own opinions on the matter.” You choose your words carefully and your smile widens. “I am not opposed if changes are made. If the leaders of the empire cannot exercise their own freedoms, then how can the people?”    They nod in agreeance, a few in awe at your deep thought process. “That is very mature of you, Lady Anastasia.”   You laugh stiffly and lift your tea cup for another sip.   “Oh, but the Crown Prince is so wonderful.”   You choke. Again. You wonder if you’re going to die at this tea party from the warm liquid constantly going down the wrong pipe.    “I am sure he wouldn’t change his mind with how lovely you are, Lady Anastasia.” The girl beside you smiles, laying it on thick to win your favour. “You two are a very fitting couple.”   “I agree.” Lucy smiles softly. “Prince Jungkook is very courteous.”   “And very majestic.”   You remember when you dueled with Jungkook, he lost within a minute. He threw a tantrum in the following days and gave you the silent treatment. Or that time you went horseback riding, you decided to race each other and he fell off his own horse into mud and started crying.   Uh-huh. Majestic indeed.   You chalk up your wheeze to nothing and dab the corner of your mouth with the tablecloth napkin. “Yes, well, Jungkook will make a fine King someday.”   “And you’ll make a fine Queen,” a soft-spoken voice pipes up and your eyes connect to Lucy’s. Unlike the others surrounding you, you know her words are genuinely spoken and you shift uncomfortably in your seat.   “I’m not so sure about that,” you honestly admit as you fidget with the edge of the porcelain saucer. “A queen must be kind and generous and know the suffering of the people. I’m afraid I have a lot left to learn.”   Your gaze meets Lucy’s again.   Her smile is all too gentle for high society and its naturally cunning, heartless nature. She’s awfully naive, but that aside, you know her benevolence will make her beloved in the empire.   //   Once the tea party is over, you’re able to breathe a sigh of relief. Christ, thank god that’s over.   You escort most of the ladies towards their carriages, bidding them goodbye with polite waves as the palace servants clear the dishes, chairs and table away from the garden. And you turn around to head back to your room to sneak in a break, but your name is frantically called—   “Lady Anastasia!”   You turn and a girl in her purple, simple gown comes barrelling down the open hall. Her chest rises and falls, completely out of breath even when she only ran two meters. It makes you laugh unabashedly. “Is everything okay? You don’t need to run.”   She hunches over, lungs probably burning, but she fixes her posture a moment later. “S-Sorry, my lady.”   “Anastasia is fine.”   Lucy nods. “I...just wanted to thank you again. I was very excited when I received your invitation. It’s an honour….Anastasia.”   “There’s no reason to thank me so much.” You walk alongside her. Your hat with pinned pink peonies, matching your gown, shields the sun away from your face.   “It’s just that I don’t get invited to these sort of events often considering….considering I’m just a baron’s daughter and adopted one at that.”   She doesn’t need to tell you — you know her backstory well. You’ve played through it from her perspective. Her father abandoned her mother who died of illness when she was five and she was picked up on the streets by the sympathetic baron. It seems like every character in this game has some tragic backstory. They are defining moments that make that person.   But you suppose life itself is like that.   “Can I give you some advice, Lucy?” you ask after a quiet moment and she nods. You stop walking and the girl halts beside you. “Your humility makes you likeable, but be careful not to self-deprecate yourself. Your worth is more than what you consider yourself to have.”   Her eyes widen and you add, “Plus, it’s not good to thank a host more than once like they’ve done you a big favour because they’ll start to think you owe them for it.”   Lucy nods and you smile, resuming your stroll. “I’ll be inviting you to more tea parties in the future.”   “Thank—” She catches herself. “Yes, I will be looking forward to that.”   A grin spreads into your cheeks. “On a different note, I never got to ask you how your dance was with Jungkook at the debutante ball.”   “Oh, yes, the Prince was very kind. But I’m sorry if it was inappropriate, I know he’s your fiancé—”   This time, your laugh is unrestrained. She looks up at you in surprise. “Do you think I’m getting jealous?” Lucy opens her mouth and then closes it, not sure what to say and you bat the air with your hand. “Jungkook is like a little brother to me.”   If she was surprised before, now she looks entirely off guard. “It thought the Prince and you were the same age.”   You laugh stiffly. “Yes, we are, but I guess that’s what childhood friends are like.”   “Oh, I’ve never had a childhood friend.”   “Have you ever had a friend?” Your eyes meet her’s and you smile. “Because I’d be happy to be your first.”   The conversation soon ends and as Lucy walks away, you breathe another sigh of relief and pat yourself on the back at the positive interaction. Even if she’s just a countryside girl, it’s nerve-racking when you’re supposed to be the villainess. You like her and you even offered your friendship, but with each interaction, your demise is always lingering at the back of your head.   “I didn’t take you for being such a mentor.”   You whirl around, nearly startled to death by the voice and you discover a tall, dark-haired man leaning against the marble pillar with a sly smile.   “How long have you been there?”   Taehyung grins. “Not long. I was just passing by. It was a coincidence.” He turns in the direction where Lucy went. “I heard you had a tea party, how did it go?”   “It was exhausting.” You stretch your arms over your head and walk over to lean against the stone ledge next to him. “I don’t think I’m quite fit for the palace life.”   Taehyung smiles and you look up at him. “Are you going to the garden again?”   He nods and there’s a strong urge to ask him if you can come along. Just for a small break before they find you and you’re swept up in another lesson. But you’re not sure if you should—   “Would you like to come?”    Taehyung asks the question for you and your eyes meet one another’s.   There’s no one around. Not a soul in sight who could stop you from going or leaving.   You know you should keep your distance from him. You know. But…   “Okay.”   You take him up on the offer, following after him, just for a moment of indulgence.

With the arrival of Spring also comes the Hunt. It’s a rather eventful time in the castle considering it's generally symbolic of the harvests of this year, thought to prevent famine if those attending can bring back large game. An irony that isn’t lost on you. But it’s an undoubtedly lively time and one that you don’t mind.   “You better bring back a whole moose,” you mumble as you tie the blue ribbon on the belt of Jungkook’s armour, making sure it’s tight and secure. The ribbon is a gift of good luck and one of affection. You’re obligated to tie one for Jungkook considering you’re his fiancée.    “I’ll bring back a dragon,” he declares brazingly and you lightly scoff.   This is his second time participating after winning last year, but you remember he was practically shaking back then out of fear and pressure.   “Okay then. Just make sure you don’t fall off your horse this time.”    “That was only once!”   You take a step back when you’re done tying the ribbon. “I should be the one going on the hunt instead of staying back for idle chit chat. I’m pretty sure I would be able to catch something bigger than you.”   “Probably.” Jungkook grins. “You’re good enough with your sword to be a knight.”   “They’d never let me.” You sigh. God knows your mother would be mortified and probably faint and die.    But while staying back and waiting for the men to return with their kill is boring as hell, at least you’re removed from the pressure of having to hunt large prey in the first place. It’s a competition after all and one that can get quite competitive from your knowledge.   You follow Jungkook to his prized white horse and watch him caress its muzzle.    “If you win, you should give the prize to Lucy.”   His brows furrow and he turns his head to you. “Lucienne? The girl I danced with at the ball? Why?”   You shrug half-heartedly. “Because she has no one and I feel bad for her. I already have a few knights who are going to dedicate their game to me.”   Jungkook hums, not thinking much about it. “Fine by me.”   He puts his foot on the stirrup and swings himself over, sitting on top of the majestic horse.   Preparations almost complete, you turn to the King who’s seated at the top of the stands in a throne-like chair. He looks across the field with an approving expression.   Your parents are beside the King and you spare them a mere glance before turning away. You haven’t spoken to them since the end of the debutante ball and you don’t plan to. It might be childish to give them the silent treatment, but you wonder to what end they’ll try to force you.   The attendant steps up. “Is everyone ready?”   At that exact same moment, as if he was called upon, a familiar dark-haired man with eyes the hue of deep honey enters your peripheral vision. Taehyung emerges onto the field filled with knights on horses and soldiers in armour. His navy cape draped over his left shoulder sways with each movement, twinkling in the sunlight as if there were stars sewn into the fabric. He’s grasping onto a steel pole, a magical staff and his presence garners whispers from all.   “Isn’t he the bastard son?” — “The first son of the King.” — “The one born from the maid.”   They’re all startled to see him — the nobles sitting in the stands, women murmuring underneath their breaths, men watching with their eyes wide, knights and guards. And most of all, you’re stuck at a standstill.   Heart thunderous in your ears — blood drained from your face — you can’t look away when all Taehyung is looking at is you.    He comes close and his expression melts into a tender smile, a softened gaze when he reads your eyes’ fixation on him.    Jungkook, on the other hand, grins and mounts off his horse. “Taehyung?!” The Prince welcomes his brother warmly — an action not unnoticed by the crowds watching. He hugs him and lets go a moment later. “What are you doing here?”   “What can I say? I’m here to steal your victory.”   The younger laughs and you can tell he’s genuinely excited. Jungkook’s cheeks are practically pink and bulging, and his eyes have brightened. “Do you want to put a bet on that?”   “How much are you willing to wager?” Taehyung quips back.   “My pride and dignity.”   He scoffs playfully. “How about your private library collection?”   “Deal. And if I win, I want you to come to the feast tonight.”   Taehyung grins. “Looks like this year’s going to be difficult for you, Your Highness.”   “I’ll keep up.” Jungkook laughs again and gets back on his horse.   A stable-boy comes rushing over with a horse for Taehyung and before the King can utter a single word or you have a chance to speak to him, the games have begun. Taehyung glances over his shoulder at you for a single beat and then he’s off into the woods with the rest.    In the original game, Taehyung never participated in the Hunt.   He looked on from the window of his tower and even sabotaged Jungkook.    In the original game, Jungkook became injured but still conscious enough that before he fated, he declared he would give his prize to the heroine since Anastasia was so overbearing. It sparked the girl’s jealousy and was the reason why she decided to conspire with Taehyung. It was the first domino in the chain — the beginning of the villains working hand in hand.   But none of that is happening.   You wonder how far your choices will continue to deviate from the story. How many more mistakes—   “Are you alright, Anastasia?”   You jolt, torn out of your deep trance by a worried gaze. Lucy has leaned in towards you, her brows knitted together and you smile. “I’m fine. I was just thinking about something.” You quickly change the subject. “Have you given your ribbon to anyone yet?”   The pair of you are walking down the castle hall, heading towards the dining hall where you know the noble women will be having tea and making small talk while waiting for their sons and husbands.   Lucy shakes her head and unties the blue ribbon she had around her wrist.    “Why not?”   She stares at the soft satin for a second and then looks up at you, mustering a small smile. “I wouldn’t know who to give it to.”   “Well, you still have time to decide. You can give it to someone when they get back.” You hum to yourself. “How about giving it the Crown Prince?”   Lucy’s eyes are as large as saucers and she blinks thrice.   You’re a bit endeared with how surprised she seems at your suggestion. “Don’t you admire Prince Jungkook?”   “I...I do,” she admits quietly and peeks at you again. “But I wouldn’t want to overstep—”    “Not at all!” You reassure her. “Prince Jungkook likes the admiration. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind whatsoever. He might actually appreciate it.”   The girl smiles to herself and nods.   Evening sets in after meaningless conversations, cordial expressions and polite responses. The only interruptions are the horns that ring as each participant in the Hunt slowly arrives back.   Jungkook returns sweaty and out of breath, but with a whole moose like he promised. There are cheers and applauses, but more importantly, silent gasps when he beelines straight to Lucy to give her the prize. She blushes, a stuttering mess full of ‘thank yous’ and ‘it’s an honour’, and you discover Jungkook’s bashful behaviour at her sincere gratitude.    He scratches the back of his neck, diverts his vision, mutters ‘it’s fine’. It’s fascinating to watch considering he’s always been arrogant and bratty to you since the day you met him.   But you don’t get to observe their moment for long.   Not when the horns ring again and a figure appears over the horizon.    This time, no one moves. Truly stunned. Breaths hitched. Holy shit. Taehyung arrives back with a bear and he doesn’t even look like he’s broken a sweat.   “Wow!” Jungkook is the first to react, moving out of the crowd to his brother. He’s genuinely amazed and impressed, jaw dropped and brows shot to his hairline. “You did this?!”   “Didn’t I say I would win?” Taehyung grins languidly.   “This...is incredible!” Jungkook’s admiration for his brother causes the unsettled crowd to finally calm. It starts off slow, a clap here or there and then it’s applause, cheering and murmurs of acknowledgment.   “Has anyone ever brought a bear back before?” — “Did he use magic?” — “Why didn’t the eldest son participate in the Hunt before?”   And you know that it’s the first time people have clapped for Taehyung.   The attendant rushes forward, sputtering on his words. “T-The winner for this year’s Hunt is His Highness, Prince Taehyung!”   Taehyung wins a chest of gold, worth more than fifty commoner’s lifetimes and you watch as he bows his head as he receives it. You watch as he holds it and strides towards you. You watch until his arms have extended and a smile draws upon his features.   “What are you doing?” you ask, a whisper that’s befallen off your lips, spilled past the astonishment.    His gaze and smile never wavers. “I’m giving my prize to you.”   The crowd’s stirred to silence, watching the two of you, and you receive the wooden chest.   The attendant quickly announces the feast in the hall and servants begin ushering the people inside. But you continue watching Taehyung, your eyes connected to his, both grounded in the private bubble.   No one notices the King sitting on top of the stands, his brows tightly knitted.    //   The dining hall has shifted.   No longer are there laced tablecloths, towers of pastries and teapots from the afternoon. It’s large plates that have stretched along the surface, meats and cheese, breads and butters that have begun the feast. There are grandiose chairs all around three different tables, arranged based on importance and connections, conversations that have filled the enormous room.   The darkness of the night is casted away by the chandeliers overhead, illuminating the room in a golden hue. Yet, while each is high on the atmosphere, drunk by the wine, you can’t swallow the food down.    The tapping of utensils on glass has you looking over. The room simmers down.    By the coaxing of Jungkook beside him, Taehyung rises from his chair and clears his throat. It’s customary for the victor of the Hunt to give a speech and you’re guessing this is it.   “Thank you all for coming.” Taehyung appears unfamiliar and awkward addressing the crowd, quickly rushing over his words as if to get it done and over with. “I have never participated in the Hunt before this year and it was only because of beginners luck that I won. That—”    Suddenly, Taehyung looks right at you. “—and the support of those most important to me.”    Then, as quick as he stole his glance, he turns away. “I hope the harvests of Ashea will prosper this year.”   There’s thunderous applause and the feast resumes.   You’re overwhelmed, dizzy, the celebrations of the room getting to your head — laughter, questions, comments louder by ten decibels until it feels earsplitting.   You look over at Jungkook, finding that he has two blue ribbons pinned on his left side. He’s smiling widely, oblivious. Then, your head whirls over to your parents sitting down the table. They might have friendly smiles plastered on their features, but you can tell through their eyes that there’s seething anger. They’re unhappy, most likely with you, most likely with what happened earlier.   “Anastasia.” Lady Devon, who sits beside you, calls you out of your thoughts, disapproving at how your listening skills could be so poor.   You blink, pretending you were in deep thought about her discussion of silver forks and the corner of your mouth tugs. “If you’ll excuse me…”   After a delayed moment, she nods and you push your chair back, blurring into the massive paintings on the wall as you slip out to the terrace.   The night is cold.    Each exhale of yours is visible and you tug the soft pink shawl around your shoulders closer to your body for some warmth as you lean against the railings. You look up at the star-filled sky, finally able to calm yourself from the noise inside. You’ve always been glad that no matter where you are, what universe it is, there’s always the same sun, stars and moon. A constant.   One thing you don’t have to worry about.   “Is there something wrong?”   You know who it is before you’ve even turned around.    It’s a relief. You’ve waited all day to be able to speak to him, to be away from prying eyes and in a private moment. It’s easing. Your nerves take comfort in the familiarity, somehow finding his very presence soothing. Yet it’s unsettling at the same time. You have too many questions, too many suspicions and you don’t know if you want to uncover the truth.   But you gather your strength and face Taehyung. “I’m just thinking.”   “About what?”   Taehyung approaches your side. The warm light from inside the palace spills out and your shadows cast onto the grass beneath the terrace. There is not a soul in the hall when they’re all inside the dining hall, celebrations and conversations muffled through the many walls.   You inhale a breath. “Why?”   Taehyung frowns.   You ask again, “Why did you give me your prize?”   “Should I not have?”   Half of his face is illuminated, the slope of his nose and dip of his cupid’s bow sharp against the glow of the chandeliers, reminiscent of the chiaroscuro of a painting.   “That’s not it. Just…..” Why does he treat you so kindly, why does he want to go out of his way to talk to you, why does he look at you like that— “Why?”   In the original game, Anastasia was Taehyung’s chess piece and nothing more.   “Does there need to be a reason?” The corner of his mouth tugs gingerly. “I wanted to, so I did.”   “But there’s so many eligible bachelorettes you could’ve them them to, like Lady Myoi or Lady Paxton—”   “None of them matter,” he injects without needing to blink or think twice. “Not like you do.”   Your head snaps up and your eyes meet. Taehyung gazes at you tenderly, searching your irises with a small smile and he swallows hard. His voice lowers when he asks, “Are you cold?”    Oddly enough, even with the chilly wind whisking through the branches and swaying the leaves, you aren’t cold if he’s here.    Yet suddenly, Taehyung snaps his fingers and you’re engulfed with the warmth of an embrace. It’s the heat of a winter fire crackling underneath the mantle, the Summer sun casting down on your cheeks, and it travels from your toes to your head, and you can’t help the giggle that spills from you.    “What did you just do?”   He grins and leans closer to you. “It’s a simple warmth spell.”   Your brow cocks. “How much magic do you exactly know?”    He even managed to get that bear without looking like he had to fight. Your efforts to get him not to tap into magic all those years ago were in vain, but you have to admit it’s pretty cool.   Taehyung looks away, smile easing. “It doesn’t matter how much magic I have. It’s not enough for what I really want.”    Your breath hitches in your throat. The implications of his words welcomes the tension back into the air that had snuck itself away for a simple moment. But it isn’t uncomfortable. It isn’t the kind of tension that comes when you’re speaking to the Duke and Duchess, not the stiffness that arrived when you were being scolded by Edith. No. It’s different. It’s….intimate.    Especially when he sneaks a glance at you and you hold it, eyes fixated into his.   None of you speak, breathe, bat a lash. Not when Taehyung starts to lean in close. Not when you begin to feel the heat of his cheeks on your skin, when you can hear the thunderous noise of his heartbeat bruising his rib cage. His lash tickles yours. But before your lips can brush—   You push him away.   Taehyung stumbles back, nearly falling over, but he grasps the railings.   Your breath heaves and you stare at him in shock, in horror with what was about to happen. And before anything can be said or done, you turn away.   “Wait! Anastasia!” Taehyung calls after you. “I’m sorry!”   “I….I need to leave.”   You can’t deviate from the story more than you already have. This is a mistake.   In the midst of your panic, you return to the dining hall and cut through the room. It’s the quickest way back to your chambers, so you don’t hesitate to move your steps, never once looking behind your shoulder. Luckily, Taehyung doesn’t follow after you. He can’t.    But while each is celebrating and distracted with their company, a certain girl notices your distraught and frantic form beelining to the massive doors.   Something doesn’t sit right in her, so she immediately stands and bows her head to the woman she was speaking to. “If you can excuse me, thank you, I’ll be right back.”   Lucy follows after you, eyes pinned on your backside.   The only people who pay any mind is your mother, the Duchess of Devereux. Her senses are sharp and she taps your father on the shoulder until he follows her line of sight to the girl.   The castle grounds are dark, the moon waxing but not yet full enough to provide a bright light. But enough is shed for you to see. It’s enough for shadows to cast along the stone walls. You would never walk outside at this time of night, but you need air. More of it. Something you can breathe in and hope will clear the cloudiness inside your mind, the noise that’s earsplitting.   A gentle tap on your shoulder has you screaming.   “It’s me!” Lucy puts her hands out, her eyes wide. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.”   You catch your breath, steadying it and you swallow hard. “W-What are you doing outside? I thought you were still celebrating the feast.”   “I saw you walking by and I thought something was wrong and I got worried, I’m sorry.” She looks at you when the silence is ongoing. The concern is evident through her knitted brows. “Are you alright, Anastasia?”   It seems like everyone is asking you that question today.   A question you don’t know how to respond to yourself.   But you manage a nod and a smile. “I’m fine. I was just tired. I was thinking of retiring to my room early.”   “Oh, okay.”   You step towards her and grasp her hands within your own. “Can you do me a favour, Lucy, and keep Jungkook company tonight? He might be looking for me too and I don’t want him to be worried.”   “I will.” She nods. “But do you want me to escort you to your room? I could call someone—”   “No, it’s quite alright. I’ll be fine.” You smile and let go of her. “You should go back now before someone goes looking for you.”   Lucy nods for a second time and she bids you a goodnight as she walks back.   You’re left by yourself and you turn to tread your own way. The weight of so many decisions lie upon your shoulders and slow down your steps. You wonder why you have to bear the heavy burden of knowing your future, of knowing all of theirs while trying to escape your own fate.    It feels like you’re a pawn trying to control the whole chess board.   You exhale a breath, watching the cloud dissipate and unbeknownst to you, there’s a rustle in the garden’s bushes.   “That’s her, isn't it?”   Two shadows emerge from the darkness and before your ears can pick up on the noise, before you can turn around and meet the figures, a cloth is clamped over your mouth. Your shout is muffled and arms begin to drag you in the opposite direction of the castle.   What the fuc—    Immediately, your elbow juts out and the man behind you sputters, cowering over with a curse. You manage to slip out of his loosened grip, about to sprint and yell. Until another overtakes you and grabs hold of your wrists, yanking you back.   “Wench!” A cold blade sits at the juncture of your throat and you freeze, breaths tearing out of your throat frantically. You can fight him. Years of swordsmanship didn’t render you useless after all. But his threat delays you— “Shut your mouth if you don’t want Baron of Liza dead too.”   What?   Your mouth is stuffed with cloth and you’re roughly ripped into the darkness.   At the same time, Taehyung, still at the terrace and about to leave, turns around.

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Fem Nico Headcanons for @heyimboredtalktome Hope you enjoy these mom!

He wears flowy skirts that twirl prettily and make Will cry of happiness

He uses dresses and makeup to enhance his Addams Family Vibes. His goal is for someone to mistake him for Mortitia or Wednesday

He has skeleton hand hair clips

And braids! He loves braids. Waterfall braids, dutch braids, french braids, braided braids, everything

He usually has a pencil or paintbrush stuck in his hair ngl

He has a makeup account where he does goth looks and SFX. he turned Will into Darth Maul on his birthday and omg it was amazing

When he wears shoes, high heels, high heeled thigh high boots, those cute clunky sneakers(see image below), or combat boots boots. Usually just barefoot with vintage goth dresses tho

Has 100% worn a Victorian era dress with heels and a sword as he walked through the Strawberry fields at camp because aesthetic

Pink and blue streaks in his hair! He lost a bet and Loved it so he sticks with it (literally the most colourful thing about him)

Will makes him both flower crowns so when he’s not wearing a tiara or crown he’s got a head full of flowers. They’re always aesthetic and gothish

Beautifully painted nails at all times. His hands are always different colours/patterns

He’s like a magpie and loves shiny things, so he always has different rings and earrings and necklaces and bracelets that Leo helped him make out of shiny rocks and stuff that he found on the sidewalk or at flea markets

He has ribbons tied into his hair all the time!

He has cute little belts to tie at his waist with a-line dresses! There are gold, silver, black, and olive green belts in his closet

He figure skates and has cute little outfits (see Tammie’s post here)

He has cute little bat bags and stuff

Y’know those skinny jeans that are ripped all the way down the legs? He wears those all the time

He shaves his legs and pits too, cause when he exfoliates afterwards his skin is s o f t

He has a number of oversized fluffy hoodies in the full colour spectrum of white to grey to black! They’re so fluffy and warm and Nico loves them

OVERALLS! He never wore them when he was little, but he loves them! Black and grey overalls over sheer shirts and fluffy hoodies are his favourite

About half of his clothes are splattered with paint ngl

(Not fem Nico but Artist Nico can be fem too, right? He usually has charcoal dust smeared across his face and ink stains on his fingers)

Lashes King! He naturally has long and voluminous lashes but with mascara and occasionally false lashes? Stunning

He’s usually got a smokey eye and tons of eyeliner (occasionally smudged for the aesthetic)

He’s very flexible and loves gymnastics. He loves the bars, and can do a reverse giant (really cool thing tho)

He has so many sheer shirts and fishnet shirts

He 100% has a cloak with red swirls at the bottom that he wears over Victorian dresses and skirts

Black lace gloves ALL THE TIME

And he’s got one of those 20’s lady cigarette holder things for the aesthetic of it

He’s got a 40’s movie star hat with the veil (like his mother wore) and he wears pearls cause he’s a classy bitch

Corsets? Hells yes mf. He wears corsets all the time over white flowy shirts cause he feels like a pirate—

Dyed half his hair white for a year because Melanie Martinez is amazing

Pentagram necklaces

He, Thalia, Piper and Reyna trade clothes cause they all have the same general style of ‘comfortable and ready to kick ass’

Has worn knee high socks and he will again

He definitely wears monochrome floral blouses and skirts and dresses

Capris! They are the shortest his pants will ever get. His skirts get to just below his knees and that’s as high up cause he’s a classy bitch and people don’t need to see his legs (not me projecting at all here... cough cough)

No matter what Nico you have (fem, androgynous, masc, whatever) he’s a clothing thief. He steals hoodies and jackets and t-shirts from EVERYONE and they’ve all learned to live with it. Hopdie thief, tshirt thief, boot thief, accessories thief

Eyeliner with cat eyes and the ones pointing down in the inner corner of his eyes

Constantly dripping in jewels to add to the rich cryptic goth vibe he’s got going for him

Basically he channels his inner Mortitia Addams and his inner Janice Ians

Literally hasn’t cut his hair since the military school. It’s down to his waist at this point (isn’t this canon?)

Victory Curls?? HELLS YES

HATS. Big hats, wide brims, cowboy hats, veiled 1930’s hats, beanies. ALL THE HATS

Lots of photos but I hope you enjoy this!

#pjo #hoo #nico di angelo #og post #solangelo #will solace #leo valdez #percy jackson #reyna avilla ramirez arellano #piper mclean #jason grace #frank zhang #hazel lavesque #annabeth chase #toa #thalia grace

[mischiefandspirits]

Rogue Bats (3/4)

Halloween has come to Gotham and the Batkids decide to have fun with it by having the whole family dress up as various Rogues.

Parts one, two, and four

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Duke, Izzy, and Riko

“Oh shut up, brat,” Vincent snapped at the girl tied to a nearby chair. “You’ll be home safe and sound as soon as mommy and daddy pay us so stop your blubbering.”

“Yeah, or we’ll shut you up. Bet a couple bruises will make them give us the money sooner,” Mark growled and the girl started sobbing harder.

“Suppose we change the subject,” a voice said and the two jumped to their feet scrambling for their guns.

A girl was leaning against a crate. She wore a dark brown suit with black boots and gauntlets under a tawny hooded jacket that had long, black-tipped ears poking up from the top. A sandy mask covered her face with a black nose and whiskers painted on and brown lenses over her eyes. A white bat emblem was on the blue utility belt that hung loose on her waist and she was spinning the end of a chain whip, which had a yellow ribbon woven through it that tied into a bow at the end.

“I’m getting tired of this. I vote the carpenter tells us a story.”

Before they could do anything, another voice said, “I’m afraid I don’t know one.”

They spun around to another girl, this one sitting cross-legged on a table. She was wearing green overalls over a red, short-sleeved suit. She had on bulky yellow gauntlets and dark green boots while black protective goggles hid her eyes behind white lenses. She smiled at them as she tapped her fingers on the grip of the sledgehammer lying on her lap. Another white bat emblem stretched over the chest pocket on her overalls just above her gold utility belt.

“Who are you?” Vincent growled as he pointed his gun at the first girl while Mark’s stayed pointing at the second.

“Who am I?” the first asked.

“I hardly know, sir, just at present,” the second said, tilting her head. “At least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.”

“What are you talking about?” Mark said.

“I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly.”

“Do you mean that you want to know our names?” the first asked.

“Yes!” the two snapped.

“Then you should say what you mean.”

“Tell us your names before we blow your heads off!” Vincent said, tightening his grip on his gun.

“La Liebre de Marzo,” the first said as the second said, “The R-penter.”

“What day of the month is it?” a new voice asked and the kidnappers turned to see a boy sitting in the chair their kidnapee had been tied to.

He was wearing a slim armored suit that was covered in a checkerboard of yellow and black with an open green tailcoat over it. A white card with “3x10^8” written on it in black ink was tucked into the yellow band of his green top hat. An overlarge bowtie was at his neck, green with yellow polka dots. A matching domino mask was over his face, the colors covering the lenses, while a white bat brooch was pinned to the center of his bow tie.

He was staring down at the pocket watch in his hand, giving it a shake every so often, when Vincent turned his gun to him. “Where’d the girl go?”

“Really, now you ask me,” the R-penter tisked.

“Your hair wants cutting,” the boy said, tucking the watch into a pocket on his green utility belt.

“You should learn not to make personal remarks,” the R-penter said, slipping off the box and hefting up her hammer. “It’s very rude.”

“It was very rude of them to kidnap a child,” la Liebre added, walking towards the kidnappers and spinning her whip faster.

“Exactly so,” the boy agreed then the three fell upon the kidnappers.

On the other side of the warehouse and behind a shipping container, Aminah pressed her hands over her ears like she’d been told to by the hero who had cut her free and carried her invisibly away from the mean men. She sang the song she’d been learning in music class to herself as she waited for all the loud noises to stop. Once the noises stopped, she dropped her hands and listened.

She got ready to run when she heard someone approaching, but then the hero called out, “It’s okay, honey, it’s just us. You’re safe now.”

She carefully poked her head out from behind the container to see the hero standing with the bunny girl and the girl in the overalls. “The bad men are gone?”

“Yeah, we took care of them,” he said, kneeling. He held out his arms and she ran into them. “How about we take you outside so we can wait for the police to come to get you for your parents?”

She nodded and he picked her up. As they started walking towards the exit, she asked, “Are you the Mad Hatter? You look like the one in the book Ummi reads to me, but she says the real Mad Hatter is bad.”

The bunny girl coughed into her fist and the hero nodded. He said, “That’s right. The real Mad Hatter is bad. Good thing I’m the Mad Signal.”

Aminah’s eyes widened and she gasped. “I’ve heard of Signal! I didn’t know you dressed like the Mad Hatter!”

“Well, it’s almost Halloween, right?” he chuckled and put his top hat on her head. “My friends and I are just getting in the spirit.”

She giggled and turned to the overalls girl. “Are you E-ko?”

“Normally, yeah, but right now I’m the R-penter,” E-ko said, tugging at one of her overall straps with the hand not holding her hammer.

“Oh! That’s from the second book!”

“Good job.”

“Thanks! I like your overalls!”

“Thanks! I like your dress!”

Aminah’s grin grew even wider and she turned to the bunny girl. “So that means you’re Señal, right?”

“Yep, but my costume is la Liebre.”

“La-la Lee-eh-bre?”

“Good job. It means the hare in Spanish.”

“Oh! The March Hare!”

“You got it.”

Damian

“Hurry up before one of the Bats gets here. They’ve been weirder than usual the past week,” Sebastian huffed.

“Yeah, heard that even the boss has gotten involved this time,” Elaine snickered. “Zeus’s idiots were all riled up.”

Casey frowned at the working girl then glared at Sebastian. “You brought one of Hood’s girls here?”

“I thought we could have some fun after the deal’s over.”

“You idiot.”

“Hey, El won’t squeal. Right, El?”

Elaine didn’t look up from her compact. “So long as I get paid and you’re not doing banned business in the Alley, I didn’t see nothing.”

Casey eyed her suspiciously, but waved her guys over. “Let’s get this over with.”

Two of the men placed a large case on the table and Sebastian opened it. He nodded then waved for one of his women to give Casey a briefcase.

“Hi-hiddly-hey, everyone! Who wants to have some fun?” a childish voice chirped as a boy dropped onto the table.

He wore a purple armored suit with black boots and gauntlets underneath a pink, wide-collared turtleneck. He was also wearing silver welding goggles with pink lenses and his hair was bright cobalt and spiked up. An electric blue utility belt wrapped around his waist and a gold R design was across the front of his sweater.

“What the hell?” Sebastian choked, staring at the bizarrely dressed -- even for Robin -- child who was grinning impishly even as the two dozen men on the docks turned their guns on him.

“You Bats really have gone insane if you think you can take on all of us, Bat Brat,” Casey said.

“I’m Toy-Robin,” Robin tisked playfully. “And I just want you to play with my Zoom Pet! He’s been so bored in the cave so he’s here for some fim-foobly-fun!”

“Zoom -”

Something slammed down onto the docks behind the group. They turned around to see a massive creature standing over them. Standing on its hind legs, it was nearly fifteen feet tall with the body of a bear, a long reptilian tail, and the head of a bat. Bright red fur covered it while large webbed wings sprouted from its back and long black claws tipped its paws and wings. Its eyes were a vivid yellow and a white ribbon was tied in a bow around its neck.

“Who wants a hug?” Robin giggled.

The creature roared and attacked the nearest criminals.

Elaine closed her compact and used the distraction to sneak a hundred dollars out of the briefcase abandoned on the floor near her. Then she turned to leave.

Robin dropped down in front of her just as she was about to leave the area. He paused, tilting his head with a cheerful smile. “Hey, you’re one of my brother’s friends, aren’t you?”

She raised an eyebrow. “That voice is creepy.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nevermind. You getting along with Hood right now?”

The boy’s face fell into his usual scowl. In his normal voice, he said, “We never get along, though I suppose we’re not actively fighting with each other.”

“Works for me.” She turned away from him.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.”

“What? You can’t leave!”

“I got paid. I’m done here. If you’ve got a problem with that, take it up with the boss.”

Robin scowled after her before pulling Toy-Robin back on and cartwheeling back into the action.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Funnily enough, when I first plotted this out, I had actually chosen MH for Duke because I thought he could do a crazy light show with his powers to give a wonderland feel to everything, but then I somehow got the idea to bring Izzy and Riko in as his Wonderland Gang and now the only time he uses his powers is to make himself and Aminah invisible when he sneaks her away.

Riko and Izzy's costumes are inspired by the Carpenter and March Harriet from the comics. For Izzy, though, I went the same route as with Dick and just took the colors from Harriet and applied them to a suit based on her Robina outfit since Harriet's costume is basically a playboy bunny outfit and Izzy's around 16-17 in this.

For the record, Damian is not Toyman. Toymaker is his own thing, he's just not in the comics and has only ever been in two shows. I hadn't realized that until I tried to look up a reference photo of him for this. SO did I accidentally pick someone extremely niche for Damian? Yes. Did I realize this in time to change it? Also yes. Did I care enough to change it? Obviously not.

#batfam #duke thomas #isabella ortiz #riko sheridan #damian wayne #rogue bats #fanfiction

[kimnjss]

dating rich | ksj

⤑  series: sugar free

⤑ genre: fluff, rich!jin x artist!reader, college au.

⤑ rating: PG13

⤑ word count: 3.4K

⤑ warnings: there aren’t any, lmao.

⤑ A/N: today was a bit of a busy day so this is later than i wanted it to be! (im in the process of moving) buuut, it’s here and i really like it :( they’re kinda cute ngl . let me know what you think ! x

You hadn't been expecting the knock at your front door, was weary on your way down the steps to see who was standing on the other side. A large man, black hat pulled low on his head shuffled on his feet from behind the peephole. A box tucked underneath his armpit.

 Watching him, you waited until he did the normal delivery man thing – dropping the box outside of the door and ditching second after knocking; not even giving you a chance to reach for the doorknob. He didn't, though. Seconds passed and the man just stood there, waiting for you to open up.

 “Package for Miss Yn,” His deep voice had your body jumping as if he had sensed your presence on the other side of the door. With a quiet breath, you were reaching for to pull the door open, caught off guard by the dazzling smile of the tall man. “Are you Miss Yn?” He asked, that grin not wavering for a moment.

 “Yeah, that's me. I didn't order anything, though.” You kept good track of your orders, knew when you would be expecting a visitor. Never could be too careful as a young girl living on her own.

 “It's from Master Seokjin, a dress for tonight.” The man was holding the box out to you and you couldn't hold back the urge to roll your eyes. Did this guy really have his own delivery service where the workers referred to him as 'Master'? How ridiculous. “Great, thank you.” You forced the smile, watching as the man nodded before taking a few backward steps down the stairs.

 Pushing the door closed, your attention was dropping to the box in your hands. It was neatly wrapped, probably done professionally with the way this man loved to throw his cash to the wind. A pretty gold bow holding the thing together and you weren't gentle with the way you tugged at it, watching as the careful ribboning came undone.

 With the lid now off, you were faced with the expertly folded laid inside. A creamy white color, silky to the touch. Noting how short it was when you finally talked yourself into pulling it from the box. Singed at the waist with a matching belt tie, the dress was beautiful. And you didn't have to peak at the price tag (that he didn't bother to detach) to know that it was expensive.

 You had been so enthralled with the fabric, you almost missed the items that laid at the bottom of the box. A pair of long dangled silver earrings beside a pair of matching silver stilettos. This man sure paid a great deal of attention to detail. There was a note placed just below the sole of the shoe.

 Lifting it, your eyes scanned over the words written, not being able to fight the smile breaking onto your lips.

 'don't you think this is much prettier than some tired cocktail dress? (no idea what you have in your closet) – nd no offense either. like i said, im sure you look great in everything. though, i heard chiffon does wonders for a pretty woman; wanted to test that theory.'

 A compliment hidden somewhere within his obvious need to flaunt his wealth. It was kinda sweet and he wasn't wrong, this dress was much nicer than any old thing you would've thrown on at the last minute.

 If you were going to be dating rich... might as well look the part, right?

 Another knock sounded at your door exactly five hours later. 18:27. Three whole minutes before Jin had told you he'd be picking you up. Was he extremely punctual or just excited to see you? Not allowing yourself a moment extra to mull over the question, you were pulling the door open, new dress hugging your body, heels adding to your height, and earrings fastened in your ear.

 Jin took his time taking in your appearance, a not so subtle jaw dropped expression as his eyes scanned over the way the fabric hugged your body. “You look amazing,” His words were riddled with disbelief, hushed as if he was speaking to himself.

 Either way, that smile was pushing its way onto your lips. Not able to place just why you were so fond of receiving compliments from him. Maybe it was the fact it seemed as if he actually cared how you looked... you the fact that $3,421.78 made you feel desirable. No need to mull over that either.

 “Thank you,”

 He nodded, acknowledging your gratitude before offering up his arm for you to hold. “Minho is keeping the car warm for us, come on.” Only then were you noticing the shiny SUV parked directly in front of your house? The same man from earlier standing outside of it, ready to pull the door open when needed.

 Your hand fit nicely against his bicep, heels clicked as you stepped forward pulling your front door closed behind you. Jin led you down the steps, advising you to watch your step as he brought you to the car.

 Minho greeted you both with a soft smile, the back door of the car being pulled open and Jin was ushering you in like a true gentleman. The door was closing behind you and moments later, Minho was climbing into the front seat and shoving the car into gear.

 The car ride to the restaurant was uncomfortably silent. You couldn't come up with something interesting to say and couldn't stop scolding yourself for actually wanting to say something to pique his interest. Jin was quiet, uncharacteristically so. Eyes staring out the slightly tinted window as his leg bounced quickly next to you.

 Was he nervous? Doubtful.

 You took to fumbling with the hem of your dress, counting down the moments until the car was stopping and you'd be inside of the restaurant. Actually hungry and excited to try the food there. $50 a plate (you had surfed the website for their cheapest dish, that was it), their food had to be good, right?

 Relief is instantly washing over you as Minho is sliding the car to a stop, stepping out without a word to open the door for both you and Seokjin. An innocent hand lands on the small of your back as the two of you make your way toward the entrance and, surprisingly, you lack the urge to bat it away.

 “Hey, Dae-Ho!” His bright personality is back, complete with his matching smile as the two of you approach the man standing at the door. Dae-Ho? Is turning, a grin spreading on his lips as he spots the two of you. Of course, they knew each other.

 Jin is clapping hands with Dae-Ho, engaging in that generic guy handshake where they pat each other on the back while holding hands but not getting too close. “It's been forever, dude. You don't shadow your old man any more?” Dae-Ho is wondering and Jin is quick to shake his head.

 “Not as much... think he was afraid if I learned too much I'd surpass him too fast,” Jin is joking and his friend is letting out a heartfelt laugh, eyes squinting as he shows off his perfectly white teeth. When the laughter dies down, the guy's attention is zeroing on you. He stares for a moment, brow arched as he watched you, waiting... for what?

 If Jin notices the weird moment, he doesn't say anything. He doesn't even bother to drop his hand from your waist, just continues on smiling at his friend and speaking up without missing a beat. “Is Moonie around?”

 Moonie? How many people did this guy know behind these thick glass doors? Dae-Ho is nodding his head, reaching for the walk-y that was clipped to his waist. He speaks into the receiver, voice much deeper and direct now. “Moon, there's someone here to see you.”

 'Moon' is coming out just minutes later. A short silver-haired girl with small features and a pointed nose. Her smile is large when she spots Jin, not hesitating to pull him in for a tight hug when she's able to reach. “Wow, where have you been Jinnie?”

 “You know around,” Jin shrugs. “Heard you bought your father out, took his name off all the papers of this place...” The girl is nodding excitedly at Jin's words, leading the two of you past the front doors as they continue to catch up.

 So he was close to the owner? Seemed like old friends from the way they addressed each other and smiled so fondly. With a snorted laugh, she was sitting the two of you down in a quiet corner of the place. “I haven't seen you in so long, man. This one's on the house, whatever you want.” She's handing a menu over to you, that pretty smile taking over her features again.

 “Wow, I'm so rude. Is this your girlfriend? What's your name?” You tried not to flinch at the label, pushing a polite smile onto your lips as you got ready to answer. “I'm not-” You start, quickly being interrupted by Jin.

 “This is Yn. We go to school together,” Moon takes a moment to look between the two of you, obviously picking up on the tension but not saying much about it. “That's cool, then. Let me go grab a server for you two,” She's turning to leave before either of you could weigh in.

 “Why didn't you let me correct her?” Jin is looking at you with a furrowed brow, shoulders shrugging before he's reaching for the glass of water placed on the table and taking a long sip. “Did it really matter?” Did it? Maybe it didn't... it wasn't like you were ever going to see that girl again. And the two of you weren't exactly friends.

 What was he supposed to introduce you as? The girl that he was kinda interested in, but not really because he was probably this way with any girl he found remotely attractive. Yeah, that was definitely a mouthful.

 No, wait. It did. Girlfriend was a big deal. And you had just barely agreed to go on this date with him. Two people can go on a date without being accused of actually dating. That's not weird to say. He was courting you and that was the bottom line, nothing had been promised.

 Through your mess of thoughts, a small fact was hitting you. He knew the owner of this place and acted as if the two of you would have trouble getting in based on what you wore. So why had he insisted on buying you a new dress if he knew that wouldn't be a factor?

 Sat across from you in a nice but regular button shirt tucked into a pair of simple black jeans. Everyone else around you two was dolled up, so there most definitely was a dress code, yet he didn't have to follow it because his friend was the owner. So why a new (expensive) dress for you?

 Something wasn't adding up.

 As much as you didn't want to admit it, having dinner with Jin wasn't as bad as you had assumed it would be. He was kind, funny, and all-around an entertaining person to be around. It was as if he genuinely enjoyed seeing you laugh, hearing the sound of it, and was ready to spew out joke after joke just to hear the sound.

 He had ordered for the both of you, warning you quietly that not many things on the menu were all that appetizing. Well, he thought he was being quiet, he did however earn an eye roll from his friend Moon who hadn't been too far from the table. 

 The awkward laugh that left his lips, oddly, warmed your heart pushing a smile onto your face and breaking the layer of ice you had been keen on keeping intact. Jin listened intently to the answer to each question that he asked, seeming honestly interested in what you had to tell him. Wanting to actually know more about you and your personality rather than just asking the questions to fill the silence.

 You told him whatever came to mind, not being able to hold back after realizing that he was interested in what you had to say. Told him about your dreams as an artist, your love for literature, and film work. Even told him the embarrassing story of the time you thought you could be a poet and actually entered a poetry slam.

 He had a good laugh hearing your story end in stumbling off stage in fear, tripping over the microphone on the way, and busting your ass in front of the entire audience. You couldn't silence his laughter after that and quickly, you were urging him to make up for it with an embarrassing story of his own.

 Which he shared without a second thought, animatedly telling you about his friends and the times they got themselves into a mess, the sound of his laughter interrupting his words more often than not. As the seconds of the night ticked by, you found yourself feeling more and more comfortable around this man.

 Almost had you second-guessing the snap judgment you had made prior to this. How quickly you decided that you weren't interested in getting to know him when he was kind of great when it came down to it.

 A gracious tip was left on the table, despite the meal not needing to be paid for. With a soft smile, Jin's reaching to set his hand on the small of your back once more; leading you out of the restaurant with the gentlest guidance.

 Moon is stood at the front door, flicking through the menu as the two of you pass her. She looks up immediately, waving with that brightest of smiles. “Come back soon! You need to treat your pretty girlfriend as often as possible,” She's calling out. It's not even hard for you to push down the urge to correct her, only pushing a smile onto your face and waving back.

 Jin nods grins at his friends before the two of you are exiting the building. Minho is pulling up just as the two of you are stepping out. Dae-Ho nowhere insight when you look for him, but you're not given the chance to wander with the way Jin's ushering you into the backseat of the car.

 “So,” He's prompting after a few moments driving in silence had passed. Your attention had been out the window, watching the trees as they whipped by and trying to wrap your mind around how pleasant this evening had been. Wondering just how your guard had managed to slip, Jin letting himself in without a second thought.

 You turn to face him, a smile instantly lifting the corners of your mouth at the sight of him. Had he always been this unbelievably handsome? “You had a good time tonight, huh?” He's asking with that cocky smile of his and out of habit, you're rolling your eyes.

 “It's alright,” You shrug, turning your attention from him to hide the coloring in your cheeks. If you hadn't looked away, you would've seen the cute way Jin rolled his eyes at you, his body sinking into the comfort of the leather seats as his head turned to get a better look at your profile. “Just alright? That grin hasn't left your face since we sat down. Not that I'm complaining,”

 You're quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being right. Not like he even needed it, the evidence was right in front of his face. He doesn't push it, his attention going to the window at his side of the car.

 “I had a really good time tonight,” It sounds more like a silent confession than a declaration meant for you. As if he couldn't believe it himself. You couldn't either, but you don't say anything. So positive that this was just tonight. No matter how much fun he was, how nice, how attractive... he was still the same Kim Seokjin. Still, the same womanizer name riddled with rumors.

 Who knows if this wasn't just a calculated plan he used each time he took some girl on a date? Yeah, you weren't falling for it. Couldn't believe you almost let yourself believe it was any different.

 You're quiet the rest of the ride, mind reeling. So badly, you wanted this night to be more than just... some night to him. It had been a good time and it kinda sucked that you knew this would be it. 

 Minho is pulling up in front of your house and before he can move, Jin is opening up the back door. He turns to offer a hand to you, much like a true gentleman would. You're accepting it, allowing him to pull you out of the vehicle.

 “Have a good night, Minho!” You're calling over the shoulder, the man in the driver's seat jumping slightly at the mention of his name but quickly replying with a quick goodbye and a large smile. 

 His hands slip into the front pockets of his jeans as he leads you up the walkway to your front door. An awkward silence fell over the two of you and you had no idea what you were supposed to say in a moment like this. Thank you? See you around? The date was great, too bad we can't do it again? All horrible conversation starters that you had no idea how to steer.

 Silence was the best option.

 Jin stops once you're at your front door, hands shoved in his pockets while he toes with a loose pebble. Head ducked as if the stone of your porch is the most fascinating thing, but you can still see the tint in his cheeks. He was blushing? But why?

 Was he fixing to ask if he could come up? Complete the night like you were sure he and his friends prided with. Minho still hasn't moved from his spot, does that mean he was planning to just come up for a quicky and meet Minho back downstairs?

 He's lifting his head and you prepare yourself for the question, ready to reject the idea of a quick fuck that most likely followed his dates. Did he think just because you had a good time you'd be willing to give yourself up to him? Not happening.

 “Did I manage to change your opinion on me?” His voice is hushed, almost as if he's afraid of the answer. Did he really care that much what you thought of him? Why you? Why did your opinion matter so much to him?

 Slowly, the pieces were starting to fall into place. The expensive dress, the way he flaunted his connections within in the restaurant you picked, how interested in you he seemed to be throughout the whole night... not to mention the shy way his fingers would brush yours as if he wanted to hold your hand the whole car ride home.

 Was he actually interested in you? The thought had a smile pushing on your lips and you hated the easy effect the idea of Jin having a crush on you gave away. Before you can talk yourself out of it, think it all the way through – you're stepping forward, hands braced on his biceps as you lean on your toes.

 His lips are warm against yours, very soft. It takes Jin a moment to realize what's happening, that your lips are pressed firmly against his but once his mind is settling, he's slipping into it. An arm wrapping around your waist, holding you close while he slowly moves his mouth over yours.

 You don't let the kiss become too deep, your head already spinning. You pull away just as he steps forward, looking up just in time to see the dopey smile on his face. You can still taste his lips on yours and figured that will be enough to hold you over for the night.

 “I wouldn’t mind doing this again,” You watch the way his eyes light up at your confession, his cheeks tinting pink. “That's good, then!” He's taking backward steps off your porch, eyes never leaving you.

 “I should call you then?” He wonders and you nod, turning to unlock your front door. “Yeah, call me.” He offers a quick wave before he's turning and you watch him walk all the way to the car, slipping into the front seat next to Minho.

 Faintly, you can feel the pressure of his lips. His strong arm wrapped around your waist. How nervous he looked before asking if you had thought differently of him. Had you? You couldn't know for sure. But maybe you were wrong about him.

– rich, spoiled and a bit of a womanizer. but underneath all of that, there’s a heart of gold. and no matter how determined she is to reject him, he won’t stop trying until she sees he’s kinda sweet.

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[ranger-jedi-knight]

A New Hero Chap 25

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20887313/chapters/66536767 Taglist: @bluesimani​

Ok, so here’s the next chap!! Just a reminder, next Wed, I have job training so after that, IDK how much time I’ll actually have to write. So ya, updates will be slower n randomer. Ok, enjoy!!

“These look great, thank you, Mari,” Lana said smiling as she looked at the suits Mari helped them make. Mari beamed at the two with a nod. “Well, I can’t let you two go out in something atrocious like the bat family's choices if I can help it. Tikki also blessed it so that it’s not easy to get throu,” Mari added with a giggle. “Go, try them on!'' The two left the living room of Lana’s apartment and changed into the gear they would be wearing as Gotham’s newest vigilantes. Lana exited her bedroom quickly and moved to stand in front of Mari to let her see how it fit. “Perfect fit,” she hummed out with a smile, glad she got the measurements right.

Lana smiled as she looked down at her suit. It consisted of a dark gray, near close to black, under armour that was sleeveless. It went up her neck mandarin style with a gold lining making a couple of ‘openings’ to show her neck. Over it was a purple, sleeveless kimono/robe-esque covering that slowly transitioned to darker and transparent purple at the end at past mid-calf. It had a hood attached and had a gold lining around the front of it that ended mid chest. On her shoulders and down was black that ended, split up in points at the end of the gold. Her shoulders were bare with the gold lining making half-circles starting at mid-upper arm and ended above her elbows. Under the gold was purple sleeves that went to her hands, held in place by a loop around her middle fingers.

Around her waist was a magenta-y colored sash that was knotted with gold wings on either side keeping it in place. On the sash were two purple and red metal fans along with a pouch in the same color. On her back were two silver escrima sticks. On both thighs, were red straps holding two deep red pouches that contained zip-ties and other things that would help her in battle. Black, heeled boots covered her feet. The heels were purple that could be taken out to show a compartment to hold sds, flash drives, and the like. They were knee high with a similar pattern to her color with gold trim. To finish it off, a red domino mask covered her eyes and her hair was pulled into a bun with a ribbon that matched the sash.

“Excellently made, as always, Angel,” Damian said, causing Mari to blush. Lana chuckled softly as she shook her head at the two in front of her.

Xan came out next and Mari nodded once more with a smile. His suit consisted of a deep gray, loose shirt that was styled like a karate gi. It’s lapel was deep blue with the collar mandarin style. The sleeves were short and big letting him move his arms more. Over it was a black cloak that stopped at his hips with a pin that had a stylized M, and a hood. Under the cloak but over the shirt was a red belt/strap that went from his shoulder to side holding pellets of knockout gas and smoke. Around his waist was a pale gold/yellow sash that held a couple of pouches holding zipties and throwing star-like items.

His shirt continued down on one side to mid-thigh, laying on top of another wrap-like item that was a deeper blue than the lining with gold lines running in arcs all over. On his right thigh was a blue pouch holding tools. Knee high combat boots covered his feet and tucked in the deep gray pants. Black gloves covered his hands, held in place by pale gold/yellow strings. Resting on his back was a red handled katana that was blunted and acted more like a staff. Covering his eyes was a red domino mask.

“Lookin good, Xan,” Lana said and Xan nodded back to her with a smile.

“That looks similar to-” Damian started but then cut off, but everyone knew what he was talking about. It was similar to the training outfits worn at the League of Shadows.

“They were a….big part of why I’m ready to fight crime. While I don’t like it, I’m more suited to fighting in this style of clothing,” he said and Damian nodded to that.

“Then make it your own.”

Xan smiled at those words and nodded. Mari beamed at the two of them and glanced outside. “Well, the sun is setting so you should be able to run around the rooftops and get used to them,” Mari suggested and the two nodded.

“What are you going to call yourselves?” Damian asked and the two shared a look.

“I’ll go by Huntress,” Lana said after a moment and the two nodded.

“Fitting.”

“I’m not sure,” Xan replied with a hum, thinking about what would fit. Lana had a smile as a gleam entered her eye.

“We’ll call you Kit until you figure out a name,” she said with a cackle, easily dodging Xan as the two started laughing as well.

“It’s something for the time being,” Mari replied between laughs and Xan looked at her betrayed.

“Come on, Kit! We’ve got to patrol!” she called out running to the balcony and jumping off it. He scowled but followed after her with a shake of his head.

“I’m not being called that!”

“Then pick a name before someone talks to us!”

Mari giggled as she transformed and followed after them herself. “You coming?” she asked and Damian soon nodded after a bit. After Mari left, he quickly changed into his Robin gear and ran after the three.

“There are some places you’ll want to avoid as they are frequented by Rogues. Not all Rogues need to be avoided, but, well,” Robin trailed off and the two nodded.

“It would be good to know anyways. Wouldn’t want to accidentally run into Two-Face or something,” Huntress said and Ladybug nodded.

“I can agree. It was not fun running into a Rogue when first starting out,” Ladybug said with a grimace.

“At least we don’t have to worry about Joker,” Kit muttered and the three nodded agreement. Screaming sounded out causing the four to stop running before turning to the sound. Hiding behind a ledge, they watched as a man entered the bank. The man was wearing a sleeveless black under armour, with a multi-colored knitted scarf, fingerless gloves, and sash. The sash had a few balls of yarn along with a couple knitting needles sticking out. On his back stuck out quite a few more knitting needles. On his feet were purple, knee-high combat boots and covering his face was a black domino mask. Strings went from his gloves to two monsters in front of him, they were knitted too. They had eerie white yarn over their mouths as if in a vain attempt to close it, but that didn’t stop the two from either smiling or frowning. Along their ‘hands’ and ‘feet’ three knitting needles stuck out along with some sticking out of their backs.

“Who is that?” Huntress muttered.

“I’m not sure. Do you want us to take care of it?” Robin asked and Huntress shook her head.

“No, we got this,” she replied standing up with Kit right behind her. “See you in a few,” giving a salute, she pulled out a grappling gun and pushed off the ledge. She shot the grapple back and swung down to the street and landed with a roll. Her right arm behind her, slipping the grappling gun back into place before grabbing an escrima from her back. Her left arm pulled a fan from her sash and flicked it open. Kit landed soon after she did and flicked his blunted katana out of its holder on his back. “New to town? Stealing from a bank isn’t the best way to make friends,” Huntress called out and the man turned startled.

“Who are you?” the man asked as his knitted creations turned to them.

“We’re the newest vigilantes to Gotham. Figured the big Bat could use some help so that he could focus on the big bads. Call me Huntress. But the better question is, who are you? And why did you think you’d succeed in Gotham of all places?” Huntress asked with a shake of her head as Kit snorted next to her.

“And him?” the man asked. Kit grumbled next to her, causing Huntress to cover her snort with a cough.

“Haven’t thought of a proper name….” he started.

“Call him Kit for the time being,” Huntress finished and the man stuck his chin up with a smirk.

“Well, you may have heard of me, they call me The Knitter!” he shouted and the two shared a look before shaking their heads.

“Never heard of ya before,” Huntress said while Kit tilted his head.

“Is ‘the’ part of your name? Or…?”

“I-” the man stopped with a confused look. “You haven’t heard of me? And yes it is!”

“Well, The Knitter, we have not heard of ya before. I doubt any Gothamite has,” Huntress said, twirling her escrima in hand.

“Prepare to be taken down,” Kit continued and The Knitter growled before throwing a hand out at them.

“Then prepare for your doom! My darling creations will knit you into an early grave!” the man shouted as the creatures then ran forward, with a swipe, knitting needles flew at them. Huntress ran forward and knocked aside the needles with her fan and gave a soft grunt as she then hit one of the creatures with her escima. Kit ran after the other one and slashed at it. The creature hit each stroke with a paw, the needles clanging against his sword each time. He jumped back with narrowed eyes before pulling out a small, black throwing knife. The handle was wrapped with a deep blue cord until the end were a hoop was, big enough for his finger to slip throu and twirl.

He threw the knife at the strings as The Knitter yelled out. As soon as the strings were cut, the creature fell to the ground lifelessly. Huntress smirked as she rushed forward and swung her fan, cutting throu the strings as well.

The Knitter yelled out when he saw his creatures fall lifelessly to the ground. He then pulled out a couple of knitting needles and ran at the two. Huntress ran forward and knocked aside the needles easily with her fans. She swung her leg in a sweeping motion, knocking him onto his back. Kit ran over pulling out zip ties and held them ready as Huntress pushed the man onto his stomach and let Kit zip tie him. “The GPD will be here soon and you will be booked,” Huntress said as she pulled The Knitter into a sitting position as the two stood to either side of the man.

The Knitter grumbled angrily next to them as they waited for the GPD. People all around them looked at them shocked, taking photos of them.

Alya soon arrived at the scene with Dick and some other officers. They paused shocked while Alya just moved forward and nodded, sending them a smile. “Thank you…?” she asked, since while she knew who they were UNDER the mask, she didn’t know the names they chose.

“Huntress,” she said and Alya nodded, looking over at Kit.

“For the time being, I’m going by Kit,” he said and Alya stifled a snort at seeing his face.

“Thank you, Huntress and Kit,” she managed with a straight face. She then took the man from them and marched him over to the cruiser.

“Come on, Kit!” Huntress called jumping up and off buildings back to the rooftops.

“You guys did well,” Robin admitted and the two shared a smile as Ladybug held a fist out for them to hit.

“Thanks. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing more of The Knitter,” Huntress said as they ran across the roofs.

“That may be true. But I have no doubt that you two will have it handled easily,” Ladybug replied with Robin nodding agreement.

“Now, let’s go see what places we should avoid!” Kit replied and the two nodded, continuing to lead them off.

Owl Blocked Again @owlforlife

LOOK AT THIS!!! NEW VIGILANTES!! And a new Rogue???? #weird #butawesome #newvigilantes #newbatfam??? *Huntress and Kit fighting the knitted creatures then another picture of them holding the man down waiting for police*

Ok, so here’s the new chap! I hope you guys enjoyed it!! If the link to their outfit doesn’t work plz tell me. But also, here’s this chaps link to Tumblr that has the outfits already: . Again, I hope you enjoy it, new chaps will be randomly updated due to many things. Until Next time!! -Love Willa<3<3<3

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[courage-a-word-of-justice]

AU in progress...

...This AU seems to be kind of stuck, so if I write it out like the others, maybe it'll all come together in my head...?

Basically, this is a proper magical boy AU, but with some cues from the pseudo-Pokemon AU. The reason I haven't inflicted it on anyone before this is because when you think "magical boys", you think "fancy outfits" and some things work better than others with some characters. This AU has probably given me enough cursed mental images to last a lifetime, too, which doesn't help matters at all...(*erhem* Samatoki with Jakurai-length hair... *erhem*).

So in this AU, TDD and the rest of the Yamada family come from the mascot/fairy world (<-no clue what I should call it). TDD once fought in the name of Chuohku (which took over the mascot world as well as the human world), but are now fighting for themselves and their world by forming partnerships with humans. Each division has a theme for their magical boy outfits, set powers, transformation items (which they already have in canon, they just need to be designated) and, in some cases, accent colours as well.

BB:

The only team with only fairy creatures.

They transform into suits of their individual colour using their badges (Ichiro uses the B badge, Jiro the M badge and Saburo the L badge).

They can assume a halfway form with wings and claws.

Ichiro: A fairy that appears to be a scarlet macaw. Controls fire.

Jiro: A fairy that appears to be a Spix's macaw, slightly smaller than Ichiro's fairy form. Controls water.

Saburo: A fairy that appears to be a yellow budgerigar. Controls electricity.

MTC:

They transform into white suits and short cloaks kind of like Otome's (...apparently the correct term is "capelet"...?). Samatoki uses his necklace, Jyuto uses his tie pin and Riou uses his dog tag to transform.

Samatoki: A fairy that appears to be a white unicorn. Can add the horn to his human form to enhance his ability to use magic, but he would prefer to stick with his (fully) human form out of embarrassment for his other forms. Summons spikes.

Jyuto: Summons handcuffs (kind of like Hibari from KHR does).

Riou: Summons guns. Discovered a weakened Samatoki (in fairy form) in the Yokohama wilderness and threatened to eat him (!!!) before Samatoki got defensive, lashed out at him and then turned human.

FP:

They transform into marching band outfits (black button-up shirt, white shako hat, white short shorts, suspenders, short white military coat with epaulettes and black boots that go to the knees). Ramuda transforms using the ribbon around his neck, Gentaro uses the pin on his cape and Dice uses the dice and tassel decoration in his hair.

They each have an accent colour which differs from user to user. These appear on the band of the hat, the hemming of the outfit and the inside of the coat.

Their powers are directly inspired by their abilities.

Ramuda: A fairy that appears to be a calico cat. Accent colour: Light orange. Has an extra strap on the back of his coat which hangs loose, suggesting a tail. Uses illusions. Can assume a catboy form.

Gentaro: Accent colour: Purple. Copies powers.

Dice: Accent colour: Olive green. Summons slot machines that cause random effects. A secret prince of the mascot world, with his mascot form being a shabby black cat. Can also assume a catboy form. I have no idea if Otome in this AU is also from the mascot world, though...

MTR:

Jakurai wears an outfit which has the demon king cape and suit from HypMic Quest with no horns or spikes, while Hifumi and Doppo get their outfits almost directly from HypMic Quest.

Jakurai uses the cross closest to his neck to transform, while Hifumi uses the red pendant and Doppo his cross-shaped tie pin.

Jakurai: A fairy that appears to be a grey wolf. TDD gained their name after Ramuda tried to insult him and the name stuck. Summons people to aid him in his fights (typically he'll summon Yotsutsuji to help him analyse/be moral support and he'll fight for himself). Cannot summon the dead, although he can summon the comatose as if they were still alive.

Hifumi: Summons animals (typically wears thick leather gloves in his transformed state to summon a falcon or other predatory bird).

Doppo: Summons objects (typically staves and potions, but also medical tools for Jakurai and gloves for Hifumi). Cannot summon the weapons the others can summon at the cost of being able to summon everything else, hence his choice of items.

Like in regular canon, there used to be MCD, Naughty Busters and Kuujaku Posse. Before TDD went on to fight for Chuohku, Sasara and Kuko had an argument with Samatoki and Ichiro respectively and were horrified when they found out what TDD were doing, so once they found the former TDD were fighting for themselves this time, they joined in.

DH:

They wear cyberpunk-inspired outfits - the base outfit is a form-fitting silver body suit which only exposes the hands, head and feet, but also black combat boots that go to the knees and a black belt tilted to one side. Sasara's has a leather jacket similar to TDD Samatoki's and visor (the glasses kind) in his accent colour, Rosho's has a combat vest and fingerless gloves and Rei's has a beige trenchcoat which, in his typical way, he wears over his shoulders. Rei also has a metallic cybernetic chestplate with patterns that ripple across it as he uses his magic, as well as a sniper's monocle (worn over his left eye) he uses to hide his heterochromia.

Similarly to FP's, the buttons and shoes of their outfits are highlighted by an accent colour which differs from user to user. The highlights glow faintly in the dark.

They transform using their fan-shaped pins, except Rei who uses that necklace of his.

Sasara: A fairy that appears to be a kitsune. Has psychic powers and has multiple straps coming off the back and sleeves of his jacket to resemble kitsune tails. Accent colour: Pink.

Rosho: Uses the fighting-type powers from the pseudo-Pokemon AU. Accent colour: Dark purple.

Rei: A fairy that resembles a phoenix. Controls light. Accent colour: Orange.

[Bonus: If DH had BAT's powers, Sasara would summon energy arrows and carry a bow + quiver to use them with, Rosho would summon the light-up jitte from Akudama Drive and Rei would summon ray guns (as a pun on his name).]

BAT:

They wear steampunk-inspired outfits. Kuko transforms using his prayer beads, Jyushi with his choker and Hitoya with his lightning-shaped pin.

Kuko: A fairy which appears to be an Eastern dragon. His transformation outfit is an eccentric inventor's/mechanic's, similar to Impey Barbicane from Code: Realise (i.e. it has tawny overalls, goggles, black knee-length boots and a white singlet). Also has gloves which have decorations at the fingertips that resemble dragon claws (similar to demon king Jakurai's). Summons swords, typically larger swords like katana or tachi.

Jyushi: Has the most Victorian-inspired outfit, with a red cravat, brown suit with a cog design on the right leg/lapel and a swallowtail jacket. Summons shields.

Hitoya: Has an aviator's outfit, but with no hat or goggles - just the leather jacket/shirt/trousers/boots. Summons steampunk-style guns.

(...yep, now that I've written it out, I think most of it works.)

#hypnosis mic #alternate universe #HypMic

[pynkhues]

Ma'am I know you're super busy and have a million asks currently, but may I be so bold as to ask for a fic sneak peek?

Haha, sure! You can have the first scene of the Center & Circumference-verse Valentine’s Day fic! (Fingers crossed I finish it tomorrow ;-) )

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“I thought we agreed to take it easy on the glitter?”

The question’s received about as well as she anticipated by Emma, who offers up the sort of scandalised expression she gives Beth a little too often these days. It’s hard to take it seriously though when she’s somehow managed to get a constellation of silver sequins all over her face. Behind her, Rio grins, like he knows exactly what Beth’s seeing, as he uncaps the glue for Marcus.

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” Emma says pointedly, as if the look wasn’t enough, and Beth resists the urge to roll her eyes as she watches Rio’s grin switch to a grimace as Marcus messily ooze glue onto his sheet of bubblegum pink crepe paper.

The family room looks like a fairytale threw up on it – her craft table having been thoroughly raided for the purposes of creating Valentine’s cards for school – ribbons, stickers, markers, paint are sprawled out across the plastic art sheet Rio had thankfully laid down before letting them get started, and all the kids are there across it – even Kenny, who at 14 usually feels too cool for this sort of thing. Beth steps forwards, running her hands through his hair as she looks at his stack of four boyishly decorated cards, each for a different girl – the fact of which makes her sigh.

“How many are you making?” she asks him, and Kenny blinks up at her, rolling one letter up like a scroll and tying it with a ribbon – a sure fire indication it’s for Molly, his much-too-old-for-him math tutor (and an avid fantasy fan).

“Just seven,” he replies with a shrug, and Rio snorts, reaching over to tie Jane’s hair back (he’s taken to wearing hair elastics for both the girls around his wrist lately, hidden among his rope bangles or beneath the strap of his watch) to stop it falling into one of the open paint pots as she crawls across the mat to steal a handful of Emma’s pink sequins.

“Well, don’t pass them out all at once,” Beth huffs, walking forwards to brush Emma’s hair back too, watching as her daughter preens, even as she looks nervously across her single, carefully crafted card.

It really is pretty – a silver-sequined moon raining down silver glitter on a drawing of a couple holding hands. The girl has to be Emma – if the hip-length dark hair is anything to go by, and Beth blinks, squinting a little at the boy. Trying to place Emma’s drawing amidst any of the boys in her class.

“Who’s this?” she asks when she comes up empty, and Emma flushes to the roots of her hair, shaking her head furiously as she pulls the card to her chest, hiding it from view.

“Nobody,” she replies shyly, and even from here, Beth can see Jane’s unimpressed look on the floor beneath them.

“Tyson Wu,” Jane says, and Emma spins on the spot to glare at her sister. Beth blinks, and Rio groans, already gearing up for this fight. “What? Everybody at school knows. You go all purple and your face goes all - -”

She bats her lashes then dramatically, pursing her lips into a pout that has Marcus grinning, and Kenny and Danny both pointedly staying out of it. Emma practically yanks her hair out of Beth’s hands as she collapses down onto the mat in front of Jane, snatching the sequins Jane was attempting to hoard away from her.

“I wouldn’t expect a baby like you to understand,” Emma sniffs, and Rio pinches the bridge of his nose, ready for it when Jane reels up.

“I am not a baby.”

“You wanna know what everyone at school knows? That you still need a baby car seat.”

Jane lets loose a howl as she attempts to spring forwards and tackle her sister, something that Rio easily intercepts, hooking a finger in the belt loop on the back of her jeans and dragging her back to sit beside Marcus. Beth mouths him a quick thank you, before dropping down on the mat beside Emma, crossing her legs in Jane’s newly empty spot.

She glances over at her daughter, reaching out to curl a chunk of dark hair behind her ear, tilting her head, trying to get Emma to meet her gaze.

“Tyson Wu, isn’t he on the baseball team?”

“And the wrestling team,” Danny adds helpfully, carefully crafting a paper flower, and right, Beth thinks, putting it all together in her head.

“You were helping him with his homework for a little bit, right?”

Helping being the operative word.

More like doing it for him.

It had been Rio who’d put a stop to it, about as unsubtly as he ever did anything – lingering after a PTA meeting until the Wu’s stepped out and telling them exactly how quickly that shit would stop. To be fair, they’d been pretty horrified by the news too, and had made sure it stopped, so Beth wasn’t inclined to be too upset about the whole thing.

Now, Emma just shrugs, shaking her head so that her hair falls back over her face, and Beth sighs. God, she still feels too young for this. She’s not even quite 11 yet. She glances over at Rio, who’s turned his attention back to Marcus and Jane, giving them privacy.

“Is he going to the dance?” Beth asks gently, and Emma’s flush deepens. She nods as shortly and sharply as she can, and Beth smiles at her. “That’s going to be fun. With everyone so dressed up too.”

Picking up a silver sequin, Emma shifts it on her finger, and Beth watches as it catches the light, patiently waiting for Emma to continue. It probably shouldn’t be a surprise when she doesn’t, but still, Beth’s shoulders sag, already making a plan to try and catch a look at this boy at the Valentine’s dance on Friday.

As if on cue opposite her, Marcus springs up to his feet, striding purposefully across the art mat towards Beth and thrusting a piece of pink cardboard in her face.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Om!” he tells her, and Beth’s eyebrows leap up her forehead, her gaze dropping to the card in his hands, and she can’t quite help the grin as she takes it from him, even as all the other kids groan and Rio barks on a laugh.

“Yeah, you supposed to give her that on Friday, pop.”

Marcus just shrugs, and Beth takes it with a grin, looking at the big cake on the front – still slightly wet with paint – and she opens it up to Marcus’ unfairly good handwriting (something Beth takes at least partial credit for, and Rio surely deserves none for).

Dear: Om,

Thank you for loving me, I love you too, you’re the best Om I could ever want.

Love from: Marcus

It still surprises her, how much she likes being Om. The name had stuck after Marcus and Jane had had another too-long debate about what Beth and Rio were to the other, and it had only been when Marcus had said Beth was his Om – short for ‘other mom’, and Jane realised that that made Rio Od – short for ‘other daddy’ and descended into giggles, that the names had stuck. Needless to say, Rio still isn’t entirely sold on his nom de plume, the fact of which has only sold her kids on it all the more.

Beth grins, closing the card and reaching up to hook a hand in the neck of Marcus’ t-shirt, pulling him gently towards her and smacking a wet kiss on his cheek just to hear him giggle.

“Thank you, baby boy,” she whispers, and Marcus flushes, reaching out to hug her quickly before standing up straight again.

“Daddy made one for you too,” he says, face flushed with excitement, and - - well. Beth blinks, surprised. Rio and her have never really done anything for Valentine’s Day beyond have - - well, a pretty passionate night of sex (but that doesn’t make it much different from most days), much less made cards for one another, and when she looks past Marcus back to Rio, she pauses at his grin.

He promptly grabs a folded piece of red paper and slides it across the craft mat towards her, ignoring Emma’s squawk of outrage beside her (“Valentine’s day is Friday, Od!”)

The front of the card is probably the gaudiest thing Beth’s ever seen in her life, a mess of mis-matched sequins, paint and glitter to make no picture she can even begin to discern. Like he’s just lazily grabbed whatever was around to muck around with while he kept an eye on the kids which, in hindsight, is probably exactly what he did. Still, she glances back up at him, and he looks innocently back at her as Marcus sits back down beside him. She tentatively flips it open to see only one line in Rio’s familiar chicken scratch – Happy V Day, mami above a profane stick-figure drawing of one stick figure – presumably Rio based on the enormous oblong standing to attention at the stick figure’s crotch, with it’s head between another stick figure’s spread legs – presumably her, based on the enormous circles drawn of the stick figure’s chest.

She looks up at him, deadpan.

“So romantic,” she says dryly, and Rio promptly cackles, throwing his head back, as Beth quickly snaps it shut before any of the kids can see it. “I think your handwriting is getting worse. I’m going to have to start giving you lessons in penmanship.”

And Rio does pop an eyebrow at that, head dropping back to look at her, and he rocks a little – pointedly – on the plastic art mat.

“Oh, you gonna start givin’ me lessons?”

His tone is so thick, so loaded, that it goes straight through her, dips hot between her legs like he actually has licked her there, and god, that’s not fair, how easily he can do that. She opens her mouth to reply with something terse, when Danny reaches over her to grab some of Emma’s sequins.

“Mommy’s the best teacher,” Emma says sweetly, laying the finishing touches on her card, and Rio nods innocently.

“Ain’t she? I know she’s always teachin’ me new things to do with my hands.”

“Mommy’s good with her hands,” Jane chimes in beside him, and Rio nods again, sucking in his lips and looking straight back at Beth.

“Real good,” he hums roughly, and Beth rolls her eyes, mouths stop, and Rio just grins, slapping his hands down on his thighs in reply. “Okay, who wants popcorn?”

The kids all cheer, and Rio bounds easily to his feet, but instead of going around the mat, he strides across it, until she’s eye level with his thighs, and pinches the card he’d made her straight out of her hands to put away or hopefully in the trash – somewhere where the kids won’t find it.

“Aren’t you helpful?” Beth asks him sarcastically, briefly looking up at him, and Rio widens his eyes innocently back down at her.

“Anythin’ for extra credit, Mrs. Boland,” he purrs, voice somehow both light and thick, and Beth flushes to the roots of her hair, remembering the last time he said that to her in their - -

Well.

“Popcorn,” she says quickly, as curtly as she can manage. “And can you take the chicken out of the freezer while you’re there? I want to make it for dinner.”

Even the sounds of the children’s chatter can’t drown out the sounds of his laughter all the way down the hallway.

#beth x rio #the center and circumference #my fic

[chuffyfan87]

Growing Pains. Part 1d (NSFW)

“Sorry.” He laughed gently and got up to go into the other room with the boys.

By the time the film finished the girls and Duffy were all sobbing at the romantic ending, even Tilly!

Charlie wandered into the lounge with a box of tissues. “You might be needing these?”

"Don't laugh!" Duffy sniffled, grabbing a tissue.

“I’m not laughing.”

"Have the boys finished killing all extraterrestrial life in the cosmos?"

“Yes they have. They’re just going up to bed.”

"And that's where you girls should be headed too." Duffy added.

Tilly groaned, “But it’s early!”

"Come on you've all had a busy day. Plus me and your dad are tired too from someone waking us up at 6am!"

The twins looked at each other and giggled. “I’m not sure who that was...”

"I wonder..!" Duffy chuckled. "Now off you go to bed."

“Night night mama.” All three girls said and kissed their mum’s cheek. Then they turned to their dad, “Night dad.” They kissed his cheek before all three went off to bed.

Whilst the kids were getting themselves into bed Duffy went through to the kitchen to make herself and Charlie some hot chocolate.

Charlie yawned and closed his eyes on the sofa. He was knackered.

Placing the mugs on the coffee table she snuggled up next to him. "Aw, my poor sleepy boy!" She teased.

He placed his hand on her thigh, “I’m getting too old.” He yawned again.

"Maybe but we survived." She smiled.

“We did.”

"We have five teenagers living under this roof - heaven help us!"

“It’s bedlam. But I love it.” He smiled.

"Its been nice to have the whole family back together even if it's just for Christmas." She smiled.

“I agree with you, it has.” He kissed her neck.

"How about we take these upstairs..." She indicated the mugs on the table. "...and I'll give you a back rub?" She suggested.

“Just a back rub? That all I get for Christmas these days.” He smirked.

"You were the one complaining you were tired..." She teased.

“Never too tired to make you come.”

"Such a charmer!" She giggled.

“I didn’t give you your Christmas present...”

"I was starting to think that maybe old age was making you forgetful..."

“I’m just hoping it fits.”

"What exactly are you implying by that?" She pouted.

“That I haven’t got the wrong size and it’s too big. Or I’ve misjudged how big your tits are and it’s too small up top. I wouldn’t be complaining...”

She shook her head indulgently at him. "Its not like my underwear drawer has a lock on it Charlie, you could just check and save yourself a lot of effort."

“I did. But I may have got distracted.” He smirked.

"That explains a lot!"

“Explains what?”

"I thought it was one of the kids that had rifled through it. Apparently I was wrong."

“Why would the kids be going through your underwear drawer?”

"That's what I couldn't quite figure out either. I thought maybe they thought I'd hidden their presents in there or something." She shrugged.

He laughed gently and stood up, holding his hand out for Duffy. “Shall we?”

"I thought you'd never ask." She smiled, taking his hand.

Together with their mugs of hot chocolate, Charlie and Duffy went upstairs to bed.

Once upstairs Duffy sat on the bed resting back against the pillows and sipped her drink whilst she waited to see where Charlie had hidden her present.

He’d hidden it under the bed. He pulled out quite a large gift bag. “Here we go, beautiful. Merry Christmas.”

She raised an eyebrow as he placed it on the bed, she'd been expecting something smaller.

“Open it and you’ll find out what’s inside.”

Taking hold of the bag she disappeared into the bathroom, letting out several childlike squeals of glee as she examined the contents.

It was a series of presents. A new underwear set (that he’d hoped he’d got right, beautiful colouring to match her skin tone) a new necklace and bracelet and two bottles of her favourite perfume. As well as a few other small bits and bobs.

After what seemed like forever Duffy finally poked her head out from behind the bathroom door, a purposefully neutral expression on her face.

“Is it ok? Does it fit?”

"Well, it took me a few moments to figure out exactly how to get it on..."

“What do you mean?” He frowned.

"Trust you to go for the bells and whistles model rather than something standard." She teased. "Its a good job I'm still pretty flexible so I could do it up!"

“Do I get to see how beautiful you are in it? Or do I have to use my imagination?”

"Oh I'm sure you've already done that plenty of times since you bought it!" She giggled. "Close your eyes!"

Charlie closed his eyes.

Duffy opened the door wider and re-entered the bedroom, sliding on a pair of heels as she passed her dresser. She stood before him, the present he'd bought her hidden from his view by her silk dressing gown that was tied at the waist, she'd also refreshed her hair and make up. "You can open your eyes again."

Charlie opened his eyes. He ran his gaze over Duffy, “You are so gorgeous.”

"Would you like to help me with the final unwrapping?" She asked, her hands playing with the tie of her dressing gown.

He reached up to untie her dressing gown, revealing the set underneath. He gasped.

"What is it with you and ribbons?" She teased gently.

He pushed off her dressing gown, allowing it to fall into a heap onto the floor. He ran his fingertips across the material of her breasts, “Fucking hell.”

"You approve of your present to yourself then?"

“I really do.” He swallowed. “You’re stunning.”

She cast her eyes over him. "You appear to be rather overdressed for the occasion."

“Would you like to undress me?”

"You really have gotten lazy in your old age!" She remarked as she bent over to reach for the bottom of his tshirt.

His hands began to roam her body. She really hadn’t changed in the last twenty odd years.

"And here was me thinking that getting a toddler dressed and undressed was the most difficult thing to do. Turns out I was wrong!" She smirked.

“Would you like me to stand up?”

"No, just keep your hands to yourself for a minute whilst I get your tshirt over your head!" She chided playfully.

“Sorry.” He smirked. “It’s your fault for being too bloody sexy!”

"If you don't behave yourself I'll just go to bed instead." She replied, placing her hands on her hips and giving him a stern look.

“Oh I intend to behave.” His cock twitched because of her stern look.

"Good boy. Now how about we get you out of those uncomfortable clothes?"

“Best idea you ever had.” He undid his belt and removed his trousers, leaving him sat in just his boxers.

"Now that's a lot better." She smiled as she straddled herself across his lap.

He grabbed her breasts, “Duffy?”

"Yes darling?" She asked, draping her arms around his neck.

“Who’d have thought it, hey?” He smiled. “You and me, raising our beautiful children into adults and teenagers. Nobody thought it would happen, did they?”

"They all expected you to have gotten bored of me by now."

“Yeah they did.” He sighed, “Sex with you is different.”

"Thank you. I think..." She chuckled.

“Always has been. Even now. After all this time.”

"You make me feel old when you phrase it like that!" She pouted.

He kissed her pout. “I can fuck you and make love to you in the same breath. That’s different.”

"How skillful of you!" She giggled.

His fingertips ran up her back, “I love you.”

"Good!"

“And you look fit as fuck, in that.”

Duffy couldn't help but laugh at his remark. "And you've been spending far too much time around our teenage sons!"

“Maybe.” His hands moved around the front of her and cupped her breasts.

"Though that does remind me that I meant to ask the boys what Jake's friend meant by a word he used to describe me the other week."

“What did he call you?”

"They were discussing a film they'd seen and they were comparing me to the mum of one of the characters. I didn't quite catch the start of what Andy said but Craig seemed very enthusiastic in his agreement though Jake didn't look too impressed." She shrugged.

Charlie laughed, “Craig didn’t call you a milf, did he?”

"Yes! That was it! Is that even a word?!"

“And you have no idea what it means?” He smiled and met her eye.

"No... Have I missed something..? Tell me!" She pouted.

“Craig wants to fuck you.” He smiled, “Milf stands for mother I’d like to fuck.”

"What?!" She gasped. "But... But... I've known those boys since they were seven! That's so wrong!" She covered her face with her hands, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Would appear you might be wank bank material.” Charlie shifted her slightly, he seemed to get harder thinking about someone else wanking over her. “You’re beautiful. And these lads are seeing that.”

"How am I supposed to face them now?!" She moved to bury her face in her husband's shoulder.

“By being normal.”

She looked up. "Will you stop finding this so funny?"

“I find it turns me on.” He admitted, “Does it not make you a little bit horny? To know you’ve got a bunch of eighteen year olds wanking over you?”

"I honestly thought that you were the only one who indulged in that particular habit."

“Wanking? Or wanking over you?”

"Wanking over me. Believe me I'm well aware of the urges of males in that department!"

“Seems you’ve got a few more people who like to wank over you.” Charlie's hand began to stroke the outside of her knickers.

"You're really enjoying that fact aren't you? It doesn't make you jealous?"

“No it doesn’t make me jealous. Turns me on.” He whispered in her ear as he slowly moved her knickers to the side.

"Because you get the reality when they just get the fantasy?"

“Something like that.”

"Well, maybe we should stop talking so you can get on with enjoying the reality?" She suggested with a smile.

He pinged the elastic on her knickers and tapped her thigh, “Stand up so I can take these off. Or you take them off for me, I’ll watch you remove your wet knickers.”

She stood up, her legs slightly apart and her hands on her hips. "I need your help, I struggled enough getting them on." She batted her eyelashes at him helplessly.

“Tell me what to do.” He smiled, moving closer to her.

"Well all these ribbons and bows are so confusing." She replied, her voice dripping with fake girlishness.

He laughed gently and untied the ribbons either side of her knickers. Watching as the knickers fell to the floor. “That’s much better.” He bit his lip.

"You did that in a lot less time than it took me to get them on!"

He pulled her back onto his lap. “I like unwrapping my gifts.”

"You've got quite a skill for it too."

His hands stroked her hips, “Come and sit on my face gorgeous.”

#chuffy #charlie and duffy #charlie fairhead #lisa duffin

[bittysvalentines]

Dance to This

From: @edgarallanrose (same on Ao3) To: @writingdragon Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann Rating: T, Tags: Fluff, Dancing, Making Out, Domestic, Year Four, Canon Compliant

Message:  For my very secret valentine giftee, writingdragon! I hope you enjoy this bit of Valentine's themed fluff!

Jack frowned into his bathroom mirror. His white button-up shirt was still only half buttoned, open over his chest and untucked from his slacks. He held two different ties in each hand, alternating holding one in front of his throat and then the other. He sighed in defeat.

“Bits,” he called out, but there was no answering reply.

When Jack had returned to his apartment from practice earlier, Bitty was already dressed and ready for the event they were attending that night. Bitty had given him a quick kiss and pushed Jack toward the shower, muttering about keeping busy while Jack made himself presentable.

Jack knew what “keeping busy” translated to in Bitty-speak.

He headed toward the kitchen.

Bitty had his back turned to him, his head bent down over a mixing bowl. He was blasting music through a Bluetooth speaker and had kicked off his shoes in favor of being able to dance and slide around in his socks. His head was nodding along to the beat and his hips swayed with the rhythm. Jack didn’t try to stop the smile that came unbidden.

Jack crossed the room and placed a hand on his hip, holding his ties in the other hand, and kissed the back of his neck. “Hey, Bits.”

Bitty turned around, an embarrassed smile on his face. Even without a full smile, Jack could still see the dimples in his cheeks, and he wanted to kiss each and every one of them.

“Sorry, honey,” Bitty said, adjusting the volume. “Were you callin’ for me?”

“Yeah, but first -- you do know this is a catered event, right?” Jack teased, nodding to all the baking in process.

“Oh, chirp chirp chirp. This is just for us when we get home, not the rich, old white guys at your ‘Thank You for Emptying Out Your Pockets to the Falconers’ dinner.” Jack laughed and Bitty bumped him with his hip. “And honestly, making it on Valentine’s Day? Where is the love?”

“I guess this dinner isn’t usually on the holiday, that’s just where it fell this year. The other guys didn’t mind.” Jack thought for a moment, brushing away a blonde hair from Bitty’s forehead that had gone astray. “Neither do I, because this year I actually get to show you off.”

“Oh, stop that, Mr. Zimmermann, I am already blushing!”

“Nah, can’t stop, won’t stop. Anyway –”

“Sorry, right, what did you need, darlin’?”

“Just your help with something real quick,” Jack said, holding up the ties. “Which one?”

“Well, you probably know more about this kind of event than I do.” Bitty shrugged. “They both match your suit, I’m sure either one would be fine.”

“I know that, I just wanted to make sure I was coordinated with what you were wearing.”

For a second, Jack thought that Bitty might get down on one knee and propose right there.

“Jack, you sweet, sweet man,” Bitty said, pulling Jack down for a kiss. “You want to know the truth?”

“Sure.”

Bitty plucked both ties out of Jack’s hands and tossed them on the counter behind them. “I prefer you just like this.”

“Bits, my shirt isn’t even done up yet.”

Bitty traced a finger down the center of Jack’s exposed chest and then looked him in the eye. “I know.”

Jack leaned in for another kiss, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of Bitty’s pants to press their hips together. Bitty made a pleased sound against Jack’s mouth, then pulled away with a laugh, though he kept a grip on Jack’s arms.

“Jack Laurent Zimmermann, if you keep kissing me like that, we will never leave this apartment.”

“Now there’s an idea.”

“Jack!”

“I bet whatever you’re making in here is better than what they’ll be serving us there.”

Jack kissed Bitty again. And again. Bitty’s kisses were always addictive, but before yesterday, they hadn’t seen each other in nearly four weeks since the start of spring semester, Bitty’s final semester at Samwell.

Bitty held onto the back of Jack’s neck and licked into his mouth. Jack tasted sugar and chocolate.

“Would you like to try the pie filling?” Bitty asked when they both had to pause for a breath.

“I think I just did.”

“Naughty.”

Bitty fished out a spoon from the cutlery drawer and dipped it into what looked like some sort of chocolate mousse mixture. He held the spoon up to Jack’s mouth. It was chocolatey and rich, but not too sweet, the texture silky smooth.

“Mmm,” Jack said, nodding, “that’s nice.”

“Would you like to know my secret ingredient?”

“Of course.”

“Tofu!” Bitty said, positively delighted with himself. “Silken tofu! There is now protein in your pie, Mr. Zimmermann.”

Jack stared.

“Eric Bittle, I am so, so in love with you.”

Jack swept Bitty up into his arms, and Bitty playfully batted him away.

“Oh, don’t you start that again,” Bitty said. “We are going to be late!”

“Fine, fine,” Jack said, hands up in defeat.

“And wear the blue tie. Brings out your eyes,” Bitty said with a wink.

Jack went to collect his ties as Bitty returned to his pie, turning the music back up. Jack quickly sorted out his shirt and put on his tie. He checked his appearance in the bathroom mirror again and had to recomb his hair, since Bitty’s fingers had somewhat restyled it when they kissed. Jack slung his jacket over his arm and returned to the kitchen.

Jack was about to call out to Bitty that he was ready to leave when he caught a glimpse of him. A new song had just started, and Bitty wasn’t just swaying to the beat anymore but full out dancing as he cleared off the counter. The song sounded familiar – Bitty might have played it in the car before. It was mid-tempo and sultry, a duet with a man and a woman. Bitty circled his hips, his hands sliding along his body and up over his head. He still hadn’t noticed that Jack was behind him.

Jack ducked into a hallway and pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapping out a quick text to George. Then he went back to the kitchen, set his jacket and phone on the counter, and reached out to place his hands on Bitty’s shoulders.

Bitty stopped moving, about to turn around and say something when Jack leaned down and spoke low in his ear.

“Keep dancing. Dance with me.”

“Jack, we’re going to be –”

“I already texted George and told her we’re going to be late. Unavoidable, very sorry, and start without us.”

“You sure?”

“Very sure. Dance with me, Bits, please.”

That seemed to be good enough for Bitty, because he took both of Jack’s hands in his, moving them from his shoulders to his hips as he resumed his dancing.

Jack moved with him, shifting from side to side, pressing his chest against Bitty’s back. The music changed tempo slightly and Jack grasped Bitty’s hand, taking it across his body in order to spin Bitty out across the kitchen floor. Bitty’s eyes widened but then crinkled and softened with laughter as he was spun back in to face Jack. They untangled their arms so Bitty could lace his fingers behind Jack’s neck and Jack could return his hands to Bitty’s side, his thumbs finding Bitty’s hipbones and gently brushing over them, back and forth, as they swayed in a slow sort of circle.

“What has gotten into you?” Bitty asked.

“I dunno,” Jack admitted. “You just…you look real good right now, Bittle.”

“Yeah?” Bitty looked up at him through long eyelashes, and Jack had to remember how to breathe. “You like me all dressed up, huh?”

“I mean you still look good when you’re in shorts and tank tops,” Jack shrugged. “Maybe I just love you.”

“Maybe?” Bitty laughed.

“I think there’s a pretty strong chance, yeah.”

“Maybe I love you too, then.”

The song ended, but Jack didn’t let go of Bitty, and Bitty didn’t make to move either. Another song came on, a slow ballad, and Jack recognized it as Beyoncé. He couldn’t name the song, but he was still very proud of himself.

Jack dropped his forehead to rest against Bitty’s. Bitty closed his eyes and sighed, his hands sliding down from Jack’s shoulders to his chest. Jack pulled Bitty in closer, placing one of his legs between Bitty’s to line them up completely. They breathed in each other’s air, mouths near but not touching.

“I have a present for you,” Bitty whispered. “Besides the dessert, I mean.”

“I have something for you, too.”

“Should we open them now? Or wait ‘til after?”

“Open them now. I have other thoughts about what we should do after.”

“Yeah, okay,” Bitty said, breathlessly nodding. “I’ll go get ‘em, you stay here.”

“You know where I was keeping your present?”

“Honey, under the shoe rack of your closet isn’t exactly the most secretive of hiding spots.”

Bitty smirked over his shoulder as he left the kitchen. Jack leaned back on his elbows against the island counter, his heart still racing as the speaker shifted to yet another sexy, slow song. He eyed his phone on the counter across the room, lighting up with notifications. Probably a reply from George and then a bunch of chirps from his teammates for being late. He considered again just canceling the whole thing to stay home, but the appeal of getting to go out with the very handsome Eric Bittle on his arm was too strong a pull. Finally being able to bring a date like the rest of the team was something Jack did not take for granted.

Bitty returned with a very prettily wrapped box with a ribbon tied around it and Jack’s slightly less artful, giant gift bag.

“This is kind of heavy!” Bitty said, lifting the bag onto the counter. “What have you done?”

“You’ll see.”

“I want you to open mine first.”

Jack removed the paper and ribbon to find a long, flat nondescript box. He lifted his eyes at Bitty, who smiled back nervously, as he removed the lid of the box to see a large red number fifteen on a background of white.

“Oh my god, did you get me your jersey?”

“Do you like it?”

Jack held the jersey up to his chest, then out in front of him, and, sure enough, it said Bittle on the back, with his red, captain ‘C’ on the front.

“Bits, quick, open your gift.”

Bitty frowned at Jack’s non-answer but removed the tissue from his bag before reaching in blindly. Jack could tell when the expression on his face shifted from confusion to shock that he had figured it.

“We did not.”

“We did.”

Bitty pulled his own Falconers jersey out of his bag, Zimmermann number one on the back, and the alternate captain ‘A’ on the front.

“Well, no one can say we don’t know each other very well,” Bitty said. “I love it, Jack.”

“I love mine, too.”

“But now I have to change.”

“Change?” Jack asked.

“I’ve gotta wear the jersey to dinner! I’m never gonna take it off!”

“If you wear yours, I’ll wear mine.”

“Oh no,” Bitty said, realization dawning on his face, “are we that obnoxious couple?”

“We sure are,” Jack said, setting both their jerseys aside in favor of pulling Bitty back into his arms. “I hope everyone gets so sickened by us tonight they can’t even finish their dinner, then we can bring home the leftovers.”

Bitty threw his head back and laughed. Jack used this opportunity to go for Bitty’s neck, lightly nipping then kissing him. Bitty’s hand immediately landed on the back of Jack’s head, holding him there. The angle was a bit awkward, but Jack latched his mouth onto the soft skin beneath Bitty’s ear and Bitty moaned. Jack could feel Bitty’s breath hot on his ear hitching as he grazed him gently with his teeth, then a high-pitched noise as he bit down harder.

Jack could feel Bitty’s weight dropping heavily against him as his legs started to give out. Jack grasped the bit of thigh right under Bitty’s ass, and Bitty shifted his weight as Jack lifted him onto the island counter. Bitty quickly brushed the paper and tissue from the gifts onto the floor so he could move his body further onto the counter, then he reached out for Jack’s tie, using it to pull Jack’s body over his and bring their mouths back together.

Jack was overwhelmed. The softness of Bitty’s lips, the wetness of his tongue, the heat of his body underneath him, the pressure against the small of his back as Bitty wrapped his legs around and dug his heels into him. Jack ground his hips down and against him as Bitty sucked Jack’s lower lip between his teeth, and Jack was fairly sure he made an embarrassing noise. But he didn’t care. It was too much and too perfect at the same time.

“Jack,” Bitty panted, “oh, lord, Jack, I need—”

“Mmm, yeah? Yeah, Bits, what?”

“I need to stop.”

“Oh.” Jack pushed himself up on his hands, straightening his arms and distancing their bodies. Bitty groaned and let his head fall back on the granite countertop. “You good?”

“You’re good, that’s the problem.” Bitty laughed at Jack’s raised eyebrow. “If we keep going, I really will have to change, if you catch my drift.”

Jack grinned. “Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am a little.” Jack leaned down and kissed the spot on Bitty’s neck that was now starting to darken. “Make it up to you later?”

“You better, mister. Especially since you are now taking me to a public event with a hickey on my neck.”

Jack just smiled wider as he helped Bitty up and off the counter.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, eh?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey.”

Bitty straightened Jack’s tie, and Jack pushed Bitty’s hair back into place, then let him lean against his side so he could slip his shoes on. Bitty turned the speaker off and the kitchen went quiet.

“Ready?” Jack asked, grabbing his jacket and turning off the kitchen lights.

“For you, honey,” Bitty said, standing on tiptoes to kiss Jack on the cheek, “always.”

#bittyjack #fanfiction #bittysvalentines #bv2019 #omgcp

[5sospank]

birthday gift - ashton one shot

word count: 6,512

rating: NSFW

keywords: smut, AU

summary: It’s Ashton’s birthday and you decide that the best gift he could get is what’s right in front of him.

A/N: again, pure filth, but some of the best smut i’ve written in my humble opinion !!! 

You were playing the waiting game. The idle time had been eating at you, made your palms warm with nervous sweat, made your hands fidget restlessly in your lap. You were perched on the sofa. Impatiently, you watched your apartment door. Ashton was due to arrive home at any given minute. You figured he would be most likely buzzed from his time spent at his birthday party. You weren’t in attendance, as his company had thrown the celebration for him earlier at his office. Still, your stomach churned with the anticipation of seeing Ashton.

You hadn’t done anything wrong. In fact, what you’d done was quite the opposite. You were dressed up for the occasion and waiting for your boyfriend to come back home. He had claimed earlier in the week that he wanted to spend the night of his birthday with only you. Since that was his only wish, you decided you would make it worthwhile.

Sky-high stilettos adorned your feet, polished black and perfectly pointed. Your thighs were clad in stockings attached to a very expensive garter belt. It clung to your hips in the most enticing manner. You had done your makeup and hair to perfection, your breasts pushed up alluringly in a matching black corset, designed with intricate red detail to mirror the red ribbon bow sewn into the backside of your underwear. All you wanted to do was surprise Ashton. Once you finally heard the doorknob rattle, you knew you would soon succeed.

You adjusted your position on the sofa. A smile pulled at your lips, tainted a complementary crimson. The door swung open and you were greeted with the sight of Ashton stumbling through the foyer. After a passing moment, he lifted his gaze to lock eyes with you. Immediately, his lips parted, hazel irises shrinking around his dilated pupils.

The white dress shirt he wore was rolled to his elbows. Its thin material hugged his firm biceps tightly, large fists clenching once he drank in the sight of you draped over the couch. You sat pridefully as his stare raked over your body. His pink cheeks flushed even more, honey-colored hair disheveled. He absently adjusted the black tie that was placed around his neck. Its knot was loosened and he swallowed thickly. At once, that infamous smirk made its appearance.

“Well, this is quite the birthday gift.” Ashton drawled out. The words dropped from his tongue while he closed the apartment door behind him. His movements were slow, eyes still glued on your figure, tuning in to every detail of what you looked like. You knew the night that you were in for. You knew it from the moment you slipped on your stilettos and poured yourself a glass of wine.

Still, you couldn’t deny the excitement that his intense gaze triggered inside of you. A fever was burning up on your skin, prickling up in heat. You shifted so that you were sitting up straight, both feet on the floor. Your arms were on either side of you, palms resting flat on the sofa cushions. Your smile grew crooked and you cocked an eyebrow at him. “You deserve it. Don’t you think, baby?”

“Too good to me.” Ashton breathed out. A lazy grin toyed at his mouth ends.

He crossed the room in mere seconds, booted footsteps falling heavily. You inhaled sharply as he outstretched his arms. Immediately, his large hands grasped at your waist, pulled you up to your feet. With the swift movement, you were stood directly before him. His eyes were electric as they scanned your body frantically. His touch moved up your waist, gliding over the swell of your breasts. Goosebumps rose in his wake. His breaths fanned over your face and he touched you so attentively, taking his time with feeling every centimeter of your skin.

“Absolutely stunning.” He whispered out, eyes flickering up to bore into yours.

You smiled sheepishly. A slight shiver wracked through your bones as his touch moved up, fingertips brushing over the hollow of your throat. He was entranced by your beauty. His gaze danced across your skin, illuminated by the dim lighting of the lamp from across the room. Your eyes were innocent, long lashes batting while you blinked at him, waiting to see what his first move would be. It was very clear that Ashton was in charge tonight. He wanted to have his way with you, to see what you could take, and you were eager to please.

“Turn around for me, all right?” He murmured. “Wanna see all of you. So pretty for Daddy.”

You swallowed thickly at the name he had used for himself. His voice sounded animalistic as the words slipped from behind his teeth. His tone was already strained and you could feel yourself instantaneously reacting to him.

With a nod, your stare lingered on his. You turned around. The only audible sound in the apartment was your heels clicking against the hardwood flooring while you rotated for him.

Ashton took a short step back to admire your appearance. In result, he let out an exaggerated breath. You were rotating again to face him but your movements came to a halt once Ashton’s lips were suddenly at your ear. He brushed your hair off of your shoulder.

“So sexy and you’re all mine.” He stated pointedly. “The bow’s a nice touch, baby.” He added, the smirk in his tone completely audible. You felt his touch on the ribbon attached to the back of your underwear, playing with the fabric, taking it between his fingers in devoted observation.

“Thought you would like it.” You replied breathlessly. His hand moved to grip your waist. The other was stationed possessively on your upper back.

Ashton only chuckled lowly. The sound rumbled deep in his chest, his lips still at your ear until he bowed his head. He pressed a gentle kiss to the skin on your shoulder once, then twice. A chill traveled up your spine at the feeling. Your senses were going into overdrive from how aware you were of Ashton all around you. His scent was strong, mixed with a smell of beer from the party, masked slightly by his signature cologne. His palms burned against your skin, making it tingle, his breaths against your neck making your thoughts go dark. You could already feel the dampness between your thighs and it was only accumulating since your boyfriend arrived home.

His touch dropped from your back and waist, both of his hands smoothing over the curvature of your backside. He stepped back to look at your body and how the lace clung to you like a glove.  The bow on your ass was teasing him to no end. Ashton gripped your cheeks tightly, his palms kneading the flesh. He cursed under his breath once you bent over in response, arching your back subconsciously. You succumbed to his domineering presence in one easy movement.

“Looks so good,” he praised in what only seemed to be awe. “Want you to wait for me in the bedroom. Think you can do that for me, princess?”

“Yes,” You nodded, standing up straight so that you could turn to face him.

Ashton was already pulling you toward him in haste, his grasp tight on your waist. “Yes, what?” He questioned. His brow furrowed.

You could only register his grip on your hips. Your stomach flipped in circles when you muttered out, “Yes, Daddy.”

His lips parted once he heard you address him as exactly what he wanted. Ashton liked for you to call him that that. It gave him a sense of power, of dominance, and you enjoyed submitting to him. You liked the way he focused on both of your pleasure instead of just his, how he actually enjoyed taking his time to make you feel good.  

Then he leaned in quickly. His tongue slid against yours and he pulled you toward him for a deep kiss. The movements of his lips were passionate and smooth, deliberately trying to memorize your taste. You were lost in the gesture until he stepped back from you. His hand rose to your face, his knuckles brushing over your cheekbone affectionately.

“Good girl.” He praised in undertone.

You turned on your heel and walked in the direction of the bedroom. You could feel his gaze on your backside while your stilettos clicked on the floors, your hips swaying just for show. You enjoyed the way he made you feel. A single glance could convince you that you were the most beautiful girl in the world. It was easy to feel that way with Ashton because that was what he truly believed.

You opened the door to the bedroom just as he had requested. You situated yourself so that you were sat on the foot of the mattress. The lights were flicked on dimly, allowing you to see yourself clearly in the floor-to-ceiling mirror that had been positioned before the bed. You waited again, although this time, the anticipation was even more grueling.

You tuned in to the sound of Ashton’s footsteps coming closer. He made his way down the hallway, closed the bedroom door behind him before he gaped at you once again. You could see the tent that had already formed in his dress pants, how they clung to his muscular thighs perfectly. Now, his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, exposing the faint hairs that lay across his skin. Your eyes flickered over to the tie that was held in his hand rather than fastened around his neck like it previously was.

Immediately, you met his gaze again. The realization of the night’s events settled in. Your stomach jolted with desire and Ashton smirked, slender fingers playing with the silken material of the tie.

“You’ve been good, baby. I know that,” he began, “but you’re too gorgeous not to tie up tonight.”

You were unable to suppress the amusement that overtook your expression. Ashton was clearly aroused by the idea. He had tied you up many times before. You could see the lust etched into his every feature. His pupils were blown and his chest was already flushed a pale pink, bottom lip taken between his teeth as he let his stare drag over your figure.

“Lay down.” He urged gently. He took a step toward where you were sat.

You did as he said, laying down so that your head was rested gently against the pillows. Ashton adjusted them for you so that you were propped up. He smoothed his fingers over your hair, hoisting himself up on the bed so that he was practically straddling you.

“Perfect,” He complimented. “All for me.”

His fingertips traced the angle of your jaw while he gazed down at you. The pad of his thumb swiped over your bottom lip before he removed his touch from you completely. Carefully, gently, he stretched your arms up and over your head. In a few seconds, he had bound your wrists to the bed frame using his tie.

Your chest heaved as you looked up and watched him knot the material. He looked delicious.  His jaw clenched and stray pieces of his hair fell onto his forehead. You wanted to reach up and touch him, to run your palms over his broad chest, unbutton those last buttons on his dress shirt, but you were stuck. For the first time, this fact didn’t necessarily bother you. Not when Ashton was looking at you like that, his breathing already uneven.

“Now,” Ashton sighed. He moved farther back on the bed so that he could properly look at you. “I’m going to take good care of my girl.”

You nodded. You were staring up at him as he knelt on the mattress before you. He looked almost too good, with his hair disheveled, tendons in his hands protruding as he concentrated on unbuttoning the rest of his dress shirt until it hung open. His smooth skin stretched tightly over his firm abdomen. A soft trail of hair disappeared from below his bellybutton into the hem of his dress pants. You wanted him to take them off, to see more of him, but you knew Ashton was just as much of a tease as you were sometimes. You weren’t entirely surprised when he left them on. He simply shook his head at the desperation laced into your penetrative gaze.

He then leaned forward so that he was supporting his weight with his arms, one hand on either side of your body as his face was just inches above yours. He was still studying you, observing the way that you were already squirming, itching for his touch.

“What do you want Daddy to do first, baby?” Ashton questioned in a whisper. “Tell me.”

Your breathing stunted at the sultry sound of his voice. He initiated the dirty-talk that he loved to elicit from you, even if it took some prodding.

“Just want you, Daddy.”

He smirked slightly, the look in his eyes disbelieving. “Know you can do better than that, pretty girl. Tell me what you want.”

You were growing impatient. You couldn’t help it once you bit down on your bottom lip, your thighs squeezed together while you stared up at him.

“Want...your tongue, please. Your mouth.” You mumbled, although Ashton already knew exactly what you wanted from him. He just desired to hear you say it.

That was all it took for him to be sent into action. He leaned down, eyelids fluttering shut as his lips brushed against yours. His hands finally made contact with your skin again. He ran his palms up and down your arms, over your chest as your tongues melted together. A low groan emitted from his throat once he began to feel your breasts over the material of your corset. You knew he would eventually get frustrated with the interruption soon, wanting the lace completely off, but he left it for then. He liked the way you looked in it.

His lips left yours to sponge down your neck slowly. Your breathing was irregular as his hand stretched over the hollow of your throat, gripping gently. You moaned out as he sucked a hickey just below your ear, his tongue darting over the reddish bruise, nursing the mark before he was traveling southern again. He kissed over your chest, one hand tugging at the corset until your breasts were completely uncovered and spilling over the lace. His other hand was still on the hollow of your throat.

“So fuckin’ beautiful.” He observed in admiration.

Your back arched upward into his touch. Your arms tugged at the tie absently, forgetting that your hands were bound. You wanted to run your fingers through Ashton’s hair while he continued kissing down your body. His lips nipped and sucked at your stomach, then over your navel until his head was virtually between your thighs. You could feel his breaths expel over your clothed center, his eyes staring up at you daringly.

“Please,” you whined out. “Please, Daddy.”

The desperate tone of your voice enthused Ashton. He craned his neck forward, his tongue flattening over your clothed center. You tensed at the hint of the sensation. His fingertips toyed with the waistband of your lace thong as if he was internally debating on whether or not he wanted to take it off or simply push them to the side. After hearing the way you whimpered from the teasing, he finally pushed the material to the side. One of his large hands held the material in place.

“Already soaked, aren’t you?” He murmured, one eyebrow cocked as he looked up at you.

You only nodded in frantic reply. Your thoughts were swimming, only focused on Ashton as his breaths fanned out over your core. His lips were mere inches away from where you wanted them most. You trembled from the anticipation once he leaned forward again, his tongue tracing up your slit painstakingly slow. Your toes curled and your muscles clenched as you exhaled loudly, your eyes rolling back from the relief of his mouth.

“Fuck,” The curse slipped through your gritted teeth.

It was nearly impossible to keep quiet, especially when Ashton knew your every weakness. His fingers were pressed harshly into your flesh, hard enough to bruise, but you didn’t care. The pleasure overshadowed the pain. You could feel his tongue swirling around your clit, still in that same deliciously slow manner, savoring your taste as his eyes stared up at you longingly. You could feel his gaze burning into you. He enjoyed watching the way you reacted to his motions, and he was pleased. You practically felt his smirk between your thighs.

Ashton lifted his head only a fraction of an inch, his lips brushing against your center as he said, “Think you can be louder than that for Daddy.”

You whimpered in reply, unable to formulate a coherent sentence as his tongue flattened over your slit again. Ashton’s pace increased. His singular grip on your hip tightened while he struggled to keep you still. You were apprehensive when it came to the sounds you made because you lived in an apartment building with many neighbors, but you wanted to please Ashton. That was the goal for the night - to appease him. So you moaned out loudly, the noise guttural and raw and genuine, earning a groan in reply from Ashton.

The combination of the noise he made against your core along with the short stubble that was patched around his chin and over his lips was driving you crazy. Your hips bucked upward, back totally arched and knees bent around Ashton’s broad shoulders as you thrashed from the intensity of the sensation.

“Feels so good, Daddy.” You breathed out. Your eyebrows drew together and your eyes screwed shut.

He hummed in response. His teeth grazed over your clit gently before his tongue followed suit. He was trying his best to bring you over the edge, almost as a gesture of gratitude considering you had wanted to make tonight all about him. Ashton appreciated that - that you wanted to do something special for his birthday, that you trusted and loved him enough to allow him to tie you up and take you how he wanted to. It was more than just the sex and the both of you knew that.

Ashton continued to hold your underwear to the side as he virtually buried his face between your legs. His eyes shut as he sucked shortly on your clit, teasing it with his tongue. You could feel your body shaking, your every muscle tense as he repeated his actions without cease. He was humming against your center. He looked up at you every now and then, watching the way your mouth would fall agape before your eyes would lock on his.

That was all it took - his gaze boring into yours - to get you unraveling, crumbling to pieces as you approached your edge. You were tugging on Ashton’s tie that bound you to the bed. You ignored the way the material irritated your wrists as your entire body writhed in unadulterated pleasure. Ashton licked at your clit all the way through, one hand on your hip and the other keeping your underwear out of his way. His motions went unwavered until your body stopped quivering, sinking back down onto the mattress as your chest heaved uncontrollably.

You felt hot all over, your head dizzy and your thoughts immediately returning to Ashton as you were brought back to yourself. His tongue was still tracing up your slit absently, tasting your high, working out the last lingering moments of your pleasure before the sensitivity grew to be too much. Once you whimpered from the extremity, he lifted his head up, eyes still studying you closely like they always did.

“So fucking sexy,” He muttered, tone rasped, evidence of his current arousal. “Taste so sweet.”

His words caused you to tug at the tie again, wanting your hands freed. You gazed at him through tired eyes.

“Wanna do something for you now.” You offered. You watched the way he knelt up again, the tent in his pants looking almost painful.

Ashton quirked an eyebrow at you. A small smirk played on his swollen lips. He shrugged his open dress shirt off, revealing his bare torso to you. You nearly rolled your eyes at how gorgeous the sight of him before you was. His abdomen was tight, clenched. His body was so beautiful in the dim lighting of the room. Through the mirror in front of the two of you, you watched his skin stretch over the muscles in his back, how they contracted when he threw his shirt to the side of the bed. His hands hovered over his belt buckle.

“What is it that my girl wants to do for me, hm?”

“Untie me and maybe you’ll find out.” You drawled smugly.

Ashton looked surprised by your daring tone, but said nothing. Instead, he only leaned forward slowly. His body hovered over yours while he went to unbind the tie that was still tight around your wrists. He seemed hesitant at first, but then he tossed the material to the side, holding both of your wrists in one hand.

“You gonna suck Daddy off?” He asked brusquely. His tone was commanding, yet soft in sound.

You nodded. You blinked up at him from beneath your lashes, pouted your lips. Ashton’s facial expression faltered minutely. His mouth was slightly agape and the dominant gaze in his eyes softened. He only cleared his throat in reply, then released your wrists from his grip. He moved down on the bed so that he could cup your face in his large grasp, staring deeply at you.

“Can’t wait for you to taste my cock.” He grunted, and his lips were on yours.

It was difficult to focus on kissing him because you were making up for lost time. Your hands trailed up and over his broad shoulders, down his back, feeling its firmness and his strength beneath your palms. You loved the way his skin was warm beneath your touch, how your body was still shaking from the way he made you feel. Ashton was able to drive you absolutely crazy in the ways that no one else was able to do.

His tongue rolled over yours sloppily, licking into your mouth as you moved to tangle your fingers in his hair. You tugged on his roots, hearing the way he groaned before deepening the kiss. His rough disposition absently returned. Before he could change his mind and tie you back up again, you ran your hands down his chest, over his abdomen and navel. You gripped his erection through his dress pants. He was harder than you had anticipated, his grip on your face tensing as you began to stroke him over the barrier of his pants.

Ashton stopped kissing you momentarily. He bit down on your bottom lip, gently pulling back until your mouths were completely detached. His forehead rested against your own. His eyes  fluttered shut once you pressed the heel of your palm over the tent in his pants, trying to create some form of friction. Ashton was cursing softly, his hands sliding from your face down to your ass. He gripped your flesh, kneading your skin as you sat across from him on the bed, touching him while either one of your legs straddled his waist.

“You got Daddy so fucking hard, baby.” He whispered, his voice nearly breaking at the end of his sentence. “Aching.”

His words stirred inside your mind. You decided to stop your teasing and unbuckle his belt, your fingers fumbling hastily with the button of his pants. You unzipped them and wasted no time in dipping your hand beneath the waistband of his black briefs. His dick was flush against your palm and you could feel the precum leaking from his tip due to his frustration. Your thumb wiped the small bead away, spreading it down his length as you began to stroke him languidly.

“Want your pretty little mouth.” Ashton urged after a moment. His eyes opened to lock on yours.

You nodded. He was getting impatient. Your hand retreated from his briefs so that you could lean back from him on the mattress. Ashton sat up straight, nudging you so that you would get off the bed. You understood his actions. He stood, leant up against the foot of the bed, stroking himself to the sight of you. In haste, he pushed his pants and briefs down his muscular thighs, waiting for you to get on your knees before him.

You sunk down onto the floor beneath. Ashton’s gaze was trained directly behind you, where he was staring the reflection of you both in the mirror. His chest was already flushed and he had been watching the way your back arched as you got ready to wrap your hand around his base. Your thighs were still covered by the stockings that hugged your skin.

“Gonna watch you in the mirror while you suck my cock,” Ashton mumbled. “Look so good. So good.”

You knew he was getting lost in the heat of the moment already. His sentences were becoming broken, not as coherent. His stare was dark and his cheeks were flushed. His eyes looked hungry as they took in the sight of you on your knees eagerly.

Ashton’s grasp around his shaft finally retreated back to his sides, allowing you to reach up and pump his length a few times. His skin was hot. Your touch had more of an affect on him than you thought, however. Ashton was already panting, his abdominal muscles clenching as you stroked him tightly, feeling his erection throbbing in your palm.

You leaned up and circled your tongue around the head, tasting the precum that had been leaking from his slit. Ashton hissed once you finally wrapped your lips around the tip, hollowing your cheeks. Your hand stayed wrapped around his base. His length was thick and pulsing, warm against your tongue as you lowered your mouth around it. You couldn’t take it all, but you tried until his head hit the back of your throat. You began to bob your head and develop a rhythm.

His hands immediately flew out to entangle themselves in your hair, keeping it out of your face as he struggled not to thrust up into your throat. His bottom lip was taken between his teeth, gaze flickering to the mirror every now and then so he could watch your reflection.

“Look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He gritted out suddenly. His voice was strained, words rushed.

You took his statement as encouragement, continuing your actions as you bobbed your head up and down. You stroked what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. Your tongue flattened beneath the underside of his length. An occasional gag resounded in the quiet of the bedroom, your eyes watering up while you kept at your pace.

Ashton started to guide your movements. He was completely entranced by you and the pleasure you were eliciting from him. His hands were on your head, helping you to keep your motions steady. He looked surprised when you lowered your lips around his length as much as you possibly could, deepthroating him until your nose was almost level with his navel. Your eyes screwed shut and you focused on breathing through your nose, until Ashton was pulling out of your mouth, breathing ragged and pants escaping from behind his teeth.

“Baby, almost had me cumming for you.” He muttered sheepishly before he sunk back onto the mattress, sitting on top of the duvet. His body was shaking slightly.

Ashton reached out and helped you to your feet. He pulled you into his lap so that you were straddling him. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, swallowing thickly, struggling to measure out his breaths. His eyes were light with amusement as you stared down at him while in his lap, your hands smoothing over his shoulders in methodical motions.

“So gorgeous,” He whispered before he leaned in to kiss you again. His arms cradled your body in his lap.

His fingers fumbled with the waistband of your underwear before you helped him get them off of you, falling back into his arms. He was so broad and so strong, holding you against him as his tongue glided over your own easily, lower half moving to grind against your own.

“Want you to feel good again.”

You reciprocated his actions, swiveling your hips so that you were grinding against him, but instead Ashton shifted so that one of his thighs was between your legs. He looked down between your bodies. His dick was still pulsing, a bright red between the two of you. You couldn’t help yourself when you reached out to touch him, stroke him again until he nudged your hand away.

“Can’t, you’re gonna make me cum,” His words were low, eyes trained on you. “I’m so hard. Want to cum deep inside you.”

You inhaled in reply. Your touch retreated back to his shoulders as you felt yourself grow aroused again. You could feel it in the pit of your stomach, in the way that your center was growing wet against Ashton’s bare thigh. His lips were reddened as he reached out and gripped your hips again, helping you grind down on his skin. You were already worked up. You focused on the gyration of your lower half as you rubbed yourself on Ashton’s thigh, reveling in the way that he was virtually watching you get yourself off.

“That’s it, baby.” Ashton encouraged you, holding onto your waist tightly.

You whined involuntarily as he occasionally bounced his leg up and down, aiding in your pleasure. All too quickly, your body began to shake again. You were already so heated up from your previous orgasm, but the way that Ashton was staring at you, his presence looming and dominant, was only fueling your fire.

Ashton then leaned forward and reconnected your lips, swallowing your moans while you continued moving. You knew you would reach your high soon like this with the way his hands were on you and the way that he was kissing you so intensely. Your fingers intertwined with his hair as you shifted your hips forward and backward, soft whimpers falling from your lips.

Ashton pulled back to gaze at you again. He watched the way you ground down on his thigh, feeling how wet you had gotten. You could sense it was taking everything in him to not touch himself to the sight of you, but you knew he wouldn’t last. He just wanted to be buried between your legs already. You knew it wouldn’t be long before he lost his internal argument with himself, pinning you to the mattress as he focused on making you scream his name.

But for now, you could feel that certain buildup growing in your stomach, making your muscles shake and your toes curl as you increased the pace of your hips.

Ashton was still holding you close to him, helping you with your actions while his lips moved to your ear. “Gonna cum again? Gonna cum all over Daddy?”

“Fuck,” you whined through gritted teeth. His words were sending you over the edge. “Yeah, Daddy.”

And then Ashton was bouncing his leg up and down again, pulling your hips down against him even more. He kissed on your neck while you were sent to your orgasm for the second time. It was even more powerful, but shorter, your body only shaking in small waves as you whispered out Ashton’s name under your breath repetitively. He held you while you collapsed against him, your entirety shaking uncontrollably from the intensity of the pleasure.

He gave you a few silent moments to regain composure as you rested against his chest. Your breathing was uneven and a small sweat had broken out on your skin, warming the air between the two of you. Ashton kept kissing your head, hand smoothing over your hair affectionately.

“That’s my good girl.” He praised quietly.

He leaned back to kiss you again, only briefly. Your lips moved against his chastely, your movements tired before he pulled away.

“Gonna fuck you slow, baby. Nice and deep, all right? Wanna feel every inch of you.”

You nodded. Your eyelids felt heavy as you gazed at him. His eyes seemed greener than ever, hair completely disheveled and cheeks pink with blush. You couldn’t help yourself when you reached out and swiped the pad of your thumb over his bottom lip, leaning in to kiss him once more before he was laying down.

“Gonna be gentle.” He whispered in addition, looking down at you before nudging you so that you would roll over onto your side.

You complied. You loved when he took you like this. He usually fucked you on your side in the mornings before work, when the both of you were too tired to do anything but feel the pleasure. You assumed he was doing this now because he wanted to watch himself fuck you in the reflection of the mirror in front of you both. Ashton was behind you as if he was spooning you, his arms wrapped around your frame, lips pressing small kisses to your shoulder. He was soothing you, knowing that he had just driven you completely crazy, but you knew that your body would awaken once again.

He hitched up your thigh so that he could press his tip against your entrance, lining himself up until he was pushing in. The sensitivity made your body twitch. You sighed as you felt the way his girth stretched you, your walls constricting around his length. He was still so hard, still wanting you with an incredible amount of desire.

You could hear Ashton hiss as he bottomed out slowly. His balls pressed against your ass, one hand rested over the stocking that was still fastened to your garter belt. His mouth was at your ear again. You could hear the tiny breaths he expelled as he pulled out, then pushed in methodically. Your name continuously fell from his lips as he fucked into you, his pace slow and telling, his hands roaming all over your body.

You whimpered as he angled his hips more acutely, thrusting into you just a little bit harder. Your breathing hitched for a moment. You could feel every inch of his cock when he left it buried inside you for a few moments. He savored the sensation of being that deep, his breaths hitting the skin on your neck. It was heating you up, driving you completely insane. You could feel your body reacting to his touch. You were livening up once again.

“Look at yourself in the mirror,” Ashton urged quietly. “Look at how nice and deep Daddy is fucking you.”

You obliged, glancing in the mirror, seeing the way you looked as Ashton thrusted into you while you were lain on your sides. His hand was resting gently on the curvature of your waist. His hips thrusted forward evenly, his expression contorting each time he hissed with pleasure. His face looked pretty, almost. His cheeks were flushed and eyebrows were drawn together and his lips parted. His hair was falling on his forehead, hanging in his eyes as he started to nudge you so that you would lay on your stomach.

“Want to fuck you from behind now, all right? That’s okay for my girl?” He questioned, tone soft and smooth. “Trying to last for you.”

You nodded, your voice lost in euphoria. You felt high from the drawn out pleasure. “So good.” You managed to get out.

Your back arched as he lined himself up with your entrance from behind. He teased you momentarily, dragging his tip over you, up and down. You stared at the way the two of you looked in the mirror. You focused only on the look of Ashton’s face as he pushed himself back inside of you. His jaw was clenched, his biceps tight as he held himself up over you.

Ashton’s hands then moved to trace up and down your spine. His hips pushed forward until his balls pressed firmly against the backs of your thighs. In the mirror, you saw as he stared at your body, eyes hungrily gaping at your ass as his palms kneaded your flesh. He watched the way his dick moved in and out of your entrance with ease.

The pleasure was building despite his slow pace. You liked it better like this. Having Ashton be dominant and rough was always something that made you feel amazing too, but when he slowed everything down and focused on feeling every single ounce of pleasure as best as he could, everything was emphasized. You noticed the way you could feel every part of him as his length pushed into you.

“I’m so close, fuck,” Ashton whimpered suddenly. His voice sounded so desperate and wrecked, his vulnerability shining through in the heat of the moment.

“Cum inside me,” You gritted out, ignoring your own pleasure. He had already given you two orgasms. “Please, Daddy.”

Ashton’s thoughts and words were escaping him. You watched in the mirror as he immersed himself in the way he fucked into you. Each thrust was more pointed, more force behind his every move. He then shifted, reached beneath your stomach to hold you up so that you were both kneeling. Your back pressed flush against his front as you leaned up. He was so deep it caused you to gasp, the noise quickly turning into a moan as he unexpectedly pushed up into you once more, causing you to uncoil completely.

Ashton’s arms were tight around your stomach as you shuddered from the intense feeling, your eyes screwing shut and your abdomen tensing as you placed your hands over Ashton’s. “That’s it, let it go.” You heard him whisper in your ear.

Your sudden orgasm sent Ashton over edge. Ashton was grunting, letting you know that he was going to hit his high. His thrusts became more shallow as he lost control of his movements. You went back to kneeling in front of him, arching your back, your face pressed against the mattress. In one swift movement, Ashton reached forward and took a fistful of your hair, pulling as he fucked you hard from behind. His movements stilled and you felt him fill you up.

“Take it all, baby.” He gritted out the words.

You let him tug on your hair as he stilled. His muscles twitched and you watched in the mirror as he pulled out of you slightly, releasing his grip on your hair, stroking the last drops of his cum onto you.

“Fuck, baby,” Ashton breathed out, immediately meeting your eyes in the reflection of the mirror. “Best birthday gift ever.”

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In surveying a few on line locales, I was totally glad with the determination, quality and costs. Here is a testing of what I found and need to share incase you are as yet looking and attempting to sort out what to wear to the "feared office Halloween party", topic party, or your own party". You could need something to wear for passing out treats, or you can only all the time "dress for two" for a heartfelt evening at home. Normally, words do no equity to these excellent ensembles except for the depiction alone are to the point of conjuring up great images..so here goes!

Sundown Vamp-new 2009 "cutie"- trim sleeves hanging from elbow, appended ribbon girdle in glowing red.

Blood Raven-one shoulder velvet outfit, shoulder wrap cape, glovelets, metallic midriff line,

Dull Venus-hot bridle outfit, amethyst sparkle trim, bust tie, key opening front, course sleeves.

Allure anticipates the Dark-dark velvet dress with crease network sleeves, capelet.

Playboy Vamptesa-smaller than normal velvet dress, contrast red silk, back binding, ringer molded sleeves, above knee boots

Elvira-low profile floor length outfit, slipover front, belt and reasonable blade.

Vampiress Sexy Plum-short plum hued dress, dark ribbon trim..wear with hey heel boots.

Attractive Seductress Vampiress-luxurious dramatic quality outfit, appended undergarment, trim overskirt, ringer sleevelets

Leech "wet" look smaller than normal, gothic trim neck area and hung sleeves.

Blue Vampiress-great sewing and detail with ANHK (image forever and demise), rolling sleeves,

ribbon up girdle.

Tooth Banging Fun Vamp-extended sew dress, scalloped edge neck area, radiant silk standup collar,

removable cape with scalloped edge.

Insect Widow-false softened cowhide, velour bodice, open corseted back, winged collars, funneling, velour skirt with train and flexible rached front.

Dark red Countess-one shoulder outfit, fire cut front, ostrich feather sleeve.

Coventina-calfskin look dress, ribbon up subtleties, netting sleeves, appended and fold over undergarment.

Bat Noir-false calfskin, velour bodice, open corseted back, winged collar, contrast channeling.

Gothic Lace Vampiress-trim outfit, sleeves with decorations,

Dark Rose Vampiress-gothic, mid calve low profile dress, drop sleeves, standup collar.

Victorian Vampiress-floor length, trim up outfit, hung sleeves.

Hot Gothic-new 2009, strap back smaller than usual, wonderful subtleties, sheer sleevelets, looks incredible with hey obeyed boots.

Blood Vampiress-blurring dark to burgundy hued outfit

Provocative Sheer Vamp-velvet bodice with sheer strip tie skirt, sheer circle underskirt.

Dim Vixen-hooded velvet dress with attractive cut. Bodice of cut velvet.

Vampire Vixen-extremely little dress, askew rhinestones, snare and eye conclusion, under slip.

Casket Queen-new 2009, bridle scaled down, tuxedo tail back and gem beguile subtleties.

Unsettle Vampiress-low profile incline drop dress, unsettle itemizing, drop sleeves, gothic style collar.

Lady Carmella-full length velour, provocative front cut, gauzy bra top, differentiating undergarment repositionable

erupted standup collar. A manageable distance glovelets, differentiating sleeves.

For those not into dresses-Posh Vampire-coat, trim up bodice, exceptionally close short jeans.

This is only a little inspecting of what is accessible this year. Textures of velvet, glossy silk, trim, sheer, counterfeit cowhide, assortment of lengths from scaled down to floor, with excellent accents of strip, ribbon, and including bodices, clamors, capes to capelettes, and so on What's more the truly best honda leather motorcycle jacket part is they come in all sizes.

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