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ladyteacups · 4 years

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Summary: Smut with a hit of plot... idk how much more you want.

A/N: I hope this don’t suck. I don’t write much smut but I was just inspired I guess. Some language is offensive probably so... don’t like it, don’t read it. I only read through it once so.. idk man. I just wanted to share.

Warnings: It’s dirty smut my guy. age gap. cursing, and again offensive language. don’t like, don’t read. unrequited crush. bad spelling, sorry I didn’t wanna spellcheck. breeding kink. gettin dirty in public.

Y/N was practically drooling on the training mat as she lay on her belly, her cheek propped up against her hand. Her best friend was right next to her, in the same position. They unintentionally gawked openly.

“He’s so beautiful,” Danny commented next to her.

Y/N nodded her agreement as Bucky’s muscles flexed with each rep he did.

“I wanna pull his hair so bad,” she said back.

Danny sighed. “You think he likes that kinda thing? Like… rough?”

Y/N nodded so fast she feared whiplash. “A hundred percent.” Her gaze shifted to Danny and it was returned at the admission.

“I bet he could really break me in, ya know what I mean?”

They both looked at him as he switched to pull ups. His back faced them and they both gasped at the scratches scattered across his back.

Danny giggled. “Some lucky girl really enjoyed herself.”

Y/N had to admit her jealousy. She wanted to be the one to put those marks on his skin. To give him a reminder of their passion.

“What I wouldn’t give to put my own mark on him.”

Y/N looked over at Danny with a smirk. “Where would you put it?” She wiggled her brows at her.

Danny blushed slightly. “Right on his-

“Hey guys.”

They both looked up to see Peter walking over. Reluctantly they wiped at the drool and stood to meet him.

“Hey Pete. What’s up?”

Peter answered Danny’s greeting but Y/N was still lost in Bucky’s heaving chest as he sipped his water and sent her a wink.

Good. Lord. Her face tinted pink, but he just went right back to work. Arms and pecs day, she noticed.. Nice.

“Y/N, did you hear me?”

Her gaze snapped back to Peter.

“Huh?”

He looked nervous.

“I said, me, Ned, and his girlfriend are all going to the carnival in town. I asked if you wanted to go?”

She nodded absentmindedly. “Uh, sure Pete. Sounds good.”

He smiled brightly but she was hardly paying him any mind. Her eyes were trained on Bucky’s arms, and wait a second.. Was that a tattoo she caught sight of? Swoon. Y/N wondered what it was. Something hot probably. Like a skull, or a spider, ooh or a pinup girl that looks an awful lot like her somehow.

“Cool so I’ll text you the deets.”

Peter’s smile was bright and drew her attention back. She just nodded.

When he walked off and Y/N expected her and Danny to go back to talking about the sexy man grunting as he lifted weights. Heavy weights. Like twice her body weight kind of weights. Damn, now she’s wondering what else the serum gave him.

“Y/N, why did you just agree to a date with Peter when you know you’re not into him?”

Y/N shook her head. “It’s not a date.”

“Uh, yes it is. A double date actually.”

“Well so what? Agreeing to go out doesn’t make him my boyfriend.”

Danny wanted to press the issue. She knew Peter was crushing hard on Y/N, but she wouldn’t look twice at him. He wasn’t nearly old enough to catch her eye. But Y/N was right. Plus maybe indulging the kid would make him see that Y/N wasn’t the one for him.

“Just don’t let him get his hopes up.”

Y/N agreed and they took a break from Bucky watch to go see a movie.

Y/N returned a little later than expected. Her head was thrown back in laughter as she walked down the hall. Her attention fully on the phone call she was currently engaging in with her friend Matt.

“No way if I had the balls to seduce somebody I’d wear the little black number hiding in my closet. I think I’d die if anyone saw me in it though. Could you imagine me showing off my ugly birthmark? I don’t think so.”

Matt laughed and said something back, but she wasn’t paying attention anymore.

Bucky Barnes stepped into her path quick and quiet. She nearly stumbled, and hurried Matt off the phone when she saw the look in Bucky’s eyes.

Sticking the phone in her pocket she stood straight as a rod under Bucky’s scrutinizing gaze. He smirked at her after he looked her over.

“Well Y/L/N, how’d you enjoy your movie?”

She got the faintest impression that he didn’t actually give a shit, but she didn’t want to leave him.

“It was really funny. I’m already ready to see it again.”

“That’s great.” He looked her over again and asked suddenly, “So… this birthmark… where’s it at?”

She blushed deeply.

“Because, I’ve never seen one and I know I’ve seen plenty of your bare skin before.”

“Well it’s. Ya know. I- that’s personal.” She crossed her arms.

He wanted to laugh at her upset expression. Damn she’s cute.

“I guess I’ll have to find it then.”

Before she knew it, Bucky had grabbed her shirt and pulled her flush to him as he attacked her lips with a hunger she never witnessed before.

His hands roamed her belly, just above the hem of her skirt and she pulled him closer.

“Not here,” he said without looking.

Y/N shook her head, agreeing with him. Nope, definitely not there.

His hands moved upwards, caressing just below the wire of her bra.

She wrapped her leg around his waist, pulling him closer. She felt his hardness through his sweatpants, and she was suddenly thankful for the skirt. She grinded her core against him and he growled into her mouth, “not here either.”

She wanted to laugh. Y/N was sure she was gonna like this game.

He cupped one breast through her bra. “Maybe here?”

He pulled it down to play with her tits. Teasing one nipple, then the other.

She moaned against him when he dipped his tongue into her hot mouth. She groaned out his name when he pressed their lower halves together harder. Then she pulled away completely.

He wasn’t even panting but she was sure she looked a mess. She straightened her shirt.

She could still taste it on her tongue. Meeting his questioning look she said clearly, “Bucky you’re drunk.”

He shook his head. “Angel I only had a little, it’s fine.”

He tried to pull her back to him but she resisted. His pout made her melt a little but she wouldn’t do this.

“I’m going to bed. Goodnight Bucky.”

And she walked past him without hearing if he replied or not.

At least she got one thing though. The tattoo was a bird.

Y/N couldn’t stop thinking of her brief moment with Bucky in the hallway. His hands touching her, tugging her, teasing her. Fuck. That’s it! She was completely fucked. She needed to get him out of her system. Y/N was sure that would work. Indulge a little and everything will go back to equilibrium.

She painted on her lip gloss and waited for Peter.

He was taking her out tonight for a double date with his friends and Y/N wasn’t sure how to act. She didn’t exactly mean to agree to a date but she did it.

She stepped back for a final look when she heard the knock at her door. Cute and not too flirty. Hopefully safe.

Y/N opened the door expecting Peter but coming face to chest with Bucky Barnes.

“James! What are you doing here?”

He looked her over. “Going out?”

“Uh, yeah. Peter’s taking me to the carnival tonight.”

He nodded as he eyed her sexy black heels.

Peter walked up just then and Bucky was quick to excuse himself. He disappeared quickly, leaving the two alone.

Pete certainly looked excited as they walked the carnival grounds together. He was a perfect gentleman. He offered his coat when he thought she shivered. He rode the ferris wheel with her. He even stayed with her when the ride threatened to make her sick. She really hated heights.

When the four of them sat down to eat, she realized she liked Peter and his friends. They were nice. Not quite her crowd, but they were sweet. She laughed at all of Ned and Peter’s jokes and Ned’s girlfriend told her where she got her really cute top. It was all going pretty ok.

Y/N hoped she wasn’t getting Peter’s hopes up. She really did like him just… not like that.

When Y/N decided she wanted to ride the roller coaster, Peter had to opt out. He almost looked sick so she didn’t push or tease him.

She stood in line and waited till the gate opened. She took a seat in the back but wasn’t expecting someone to get in right behind her.

Y/N looked up into Bucky’s beautiful eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, leaning in to whisper, “I was wondering about the little black number in your closet.”

He looked thoughtful. “Come to think of it, I still haven’t found that birthmark either.”

She sighed. Y/N had been embarrassed enough that he kissed her because he was drunk, without needing the reminder of her birthmark.

“Are you asking me where it is?”

He shrugged. “I thought you were having fun letting me find it.”

Just then the cars lurched forward. She hadn’t even noticed the guy come around to check on everyone.

“I don’t remember you actually looking. More like feeling me up in the hall.”

Bucky chuckled. His hand wrapped around her and his fingers brushed lightly over her neck. Shivers traveled through her body at his touch.

She thought for a moment about how big he felt pressed against her center. He was definitely hung. That much she could tell. Remembering his thickness had her biting her lip.

She nearly forgot Bucky was right here next to her until he grabbed her chin, made her face him, and kissed her.

Y/N stuttered briefly. Her thoughts interrupted and her panties dampening seemed to be exactly what he wanted.

Before she could collect herself, his hand started up her skirt. She bit his lip almost painfully and he growled at her. His hand went higher, caressing her soft skin and moving towards the treasure between her legs.

“You were right angel.” His voice was husky at her ear. “I do like it rough.”

It took two seconds for him to reach her panties, yank them down and plunge two fingers into her heat. She gasped and gripped his arm as he felt her insides.

One hand was removing her panties from her ankles and placing them in his pocket, while the other was torturing her slowly.

The roller coaster stopped climbing and zipped down the first big dive.

Y/N moaned against his mouth like she had the night before in the hall. “You don’t think I’m too young?”

He blinked at her, his fingers halting for a moment.

“What, you think I’m too old?” He questioned her.

She shook her head and he gladly resumed pleasuring her.

“No. I think it’s so hot. An older man touching me. Knowing exactly what he wants. Teaching me just how he wants his cock sucked.”

Bucky groaned. “Angel you can’t talk about sucking cock with that sinful mouth of yours or I’ll explode.”

“Just like that Bucky.” She encouraged his movements and tried to meet his pumping hand. “Feels so good. Are you this good with your tongue too?”

He smirked. “You wanna ride my tongue Baby? You want me to make you see stars as you cum all over my face?”

His fingers hit that spot and she was nearly there. Just a bit more.

“Fuck James. I love the way you talk.”

“You like it dirty honey?”

She moaned out a, “yes,” before he continued.

He stuck his metal fingers in her open mouth and ordered her to suck. “Get ‘em nice and wet baby.”

She did as she was told and sucked his fingers. She swirled her tongue over the plates in his hand and he tried to hold back the feelings that surfaced.

He pulled his fingers from her mouth and gave them a lick before he brought them down to her heat, flicking them across her clit.

Y/N’s orgasm hit instantly and Bucky was quick to capture her lips and swallow every moan she let out. He was absolutely relentless. Even as she came down he finger fucked her sensitive hole. Y/N clutched his arm, her nails digging in as she begged him to stop. Bucky could only smile, pulling his fingers from her and licking them clean of her cum. Her blush was bright and he faintly heard her yelp. Lord help him, he wanted this girl again and again.

“I’m taking you home with me,” he said as the ride slowed.

She was looking around and snapped her head up to look at him. “Bucky my panties are gone.”

“I’ll get you new ones. Come on.”

He pulled her from the car and she fixed her skirt to not give wondering eyes a show. She was still eyeing the ground around the coaster, but Bucky was looking at the picture from the ride. His laugh distracted her from the search and her eyes went wide when she saw what he was looking at.

Y/N’s face pink, her eyes lusty, and her mouth open in shock, as Bucky sat next to her tasting his fingers. The fingers that were knuckle deep inside her seconds before.

She stared at the picture for a long second, studying the look on Bucky’s face as he looked at her. Damn if he isn’t the sexiest man she’s ever seen. His soulful eyes are so beautiful and his smile. She’s such a sucker for a nice smile, and Bucky has the best. She loves his smile. He gave them out freely now, but she cherished each one he offered to just her.

Bucky walked over, his arm wrapping around her waist and pulled her to him. “Come on honey. I’m taking you to my bed.”

She let him lead her to the car but couldn’t help asking. “What are you gonna do with me?”

Bucky chuckled. “I’m gonna spread ya open, eat my fill of your wet pussy, and fuck a baby in you.”

She nearly tripped at his words. Fucking hell.

A fresh wave of arousal hits her and she silently curses her missing panties for not being there to keep her thighs clean.

The car ride was silent. Bucky’s fist clenching the wheel and Y/N’s leg bouncing in anticipation. She quickly made an excuse to Peter over text to keep herself somewhat busy. She felt bad. Peter deserved more and she knew that, but she couldn’t bring herself to care when she had Bucky next to her.

Arriving home was both freighting and exhilarating. She was biting her tongue to stop the shy grin when he opened the door for her and helped her out.

Y/N could hear Seethers ‘Careless whisper’ play in her head like she was in a movie, as she followed him inside and down the hall. The hall they were grinding in just under 24 hours ago. She occupied her mind with assigning a movie to the situation. 50 shades of gray? No… ok, so maybe that’s the only movie she could come up with. Then she tripped over her own feet and the record in her head scratched to a stop. Never mind. She knew exactly which one. Bridget Jones’s Diary.

Bucky turned at the sound of her epic fail and he rushed to help her up. “Jesus doll, you ok?”

She wanted to hide. Briefly she realized the roller coaster should have made her think the movie would be ‘fear’, but she was praying not.

“Yes. Fine, just embarrassed beyond belief.”

He chuckled. “This way babe.”

Damn that sounds good coming from him.

He opened the door and Y/N turned to look at the empty hallway. She imagined that it was the blue pill. She could leave and not let Bucky ruin her for any other man… or. She could take the leap and hope her amateur sex skills make him fall in love. decisions, decisions.

“You coming?”

She could hear the innuendo drip from his sexy full lips and she gulped that red pill down like she promised herself she’d do to his cock later.

When the door closed behind her, she heard the lock click in place and she turned to him. He pulled his jacket from his muscled body, and ordered her with one word.

“Strip.”

She only hesitated for a second but he still gave her a stern look. She stripped her clothes and waited for further instructions.

“Get on the bed beautiful and show me that pink cunt.”

She was quick this time. Nearly jumping on his bed and looking at him as she spread her legs for his perusal . He looked so long she wanted to close them again, but his shoulders were holding them open just as the thought crossed her mind.

His tongue touched her center before she could blink and she threw her head back. The sound was obscene as he licked and sucked her clit like he wanted to bruise her. His fingers were quick to resume their previous job of occupying her empty hole.

Y/N gripped his hair. It was all she could do seeing as his arm was holding her down. She was screaming his name and she could tell he loved the sounds. His tongue and fingers worked harder with each meaningful moan.

“Give it to me,” he commanded her.

And how can you argue with that? Right when she came seeing stars and chest heaving, Bucky reached into his pocket and pulled her panties out for her to see.

“James you- Holy shit!”

Bucky lapped at her, collecting every drop of cum and groaning at her taste. “I’m gonna have you like this at least two more times before I smack your ass as you leave my room.”

She snatched her panties from him when he laughed at her angry face.

“It’s not funny Buck. Who knows who got to see whats up my skirt.”

“Me, and that’s all that matters. And you’re not keeping those either.”

She wanted to argue but he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He seemed to not give a single fuck as he pulled his dick out. He didn’t even care enough to finish taking his clothes off.

His shirt was wrapped tightly around his muscled chest, his jeans were just under his ass, and his biker boots were still laced up. Damn she felt like a five dollar whore and she wondered why she loved it. She considered briefly, asking him if he had five dollars. She’d accept her panties back as payment though. They came from the bargain bin and she’s pretty sure it was around five.

“You on the pill?” He questioned her, and she thanked god that the answer was, “Yes.”

“Good, cause I’m about to turn you into my own personal cum slut.”

And he sunk into her. Spreading her wet heat to his size and groaning at the tightness.

“Damn girl. Does all young pussy feel like this or just the ones that come with such fantastic tits?”

He hammered his point home by grabbing her tits and teasing the nipple. Sucking one into his mouth, he made her nearly cum again.

“I love the way you talk to me Bucky.” His hips started a smooth rhythm. “Makes me wanna give you all my holes to use up.”

He bit her nipple and gave her harsher thrusts. “Doesn’t matter if you give ‘em to me baby. I’m gonna take whatever I want from you.” He pulled one leg up to lay on his shoulder. “When I get done with this pussy, and I ain’t nearly there yet, I’m gonna see how soft and hot you pretty mouth is. I want that lipstick staining my shaft when I get done fucking your lips.”

She sent a thank you to her best friend for talking her out of liquid lipstick tonight, because damn she wanted to see that too.

“Fucking hell honey. You’re so tight I might cum already.”

“Don’t you dare leave me like this.”

He laughed. “Two orgasms and you get demanding? I’m gonna have to watch out for you.”

He pulled out, flipped her over, pulled her ass up and plunged back in.

“There’s that birthmark,” he laughed out loud seeing the patch of dark skin like a splatter of paint hit her ass. Sure enough right on her left ass cheek was a birthmark. Bucky wanted to kiss the cute mark but he held back. Choosing instead to give it a smack with a big ol’ grin on his face.

She decided to ignore that comment, and her pink cheeks, when he started to move inside her again. His thrusts were bruising and he grabbed her hair into a ponytail to pull her back on his cock. Her back arched when he pulled her hair. She was god damn loving it. The stretch, the way his balls slapped her, and most of all the fucking dirty words he was spouting.

“You look like a bitch in heat right now, letting me fuck you like animal.”

“Bucky,” she groaned into the air and she felt the release creeping up. “I’m so close James. Please let me have it.”

He was stretching her like never before and the pulse of his hips against hers was mind numbing. She could stay like this forever. Letting James fill her over and over. She’d happily be his breeding mare if he just kept fucking her like this.

He smacked her on the ass again and she didn’t wait for permission. She came with a loud scream and a fresh surge of cum coating his cock. Bucky fucked her through it then pulled out and pulled her hair to position her just how he wanted.

“Push those sexy tits together baby. I want my load right there.”

Y/N did as she was told, pressing her breasts together and up for him to fuck. And he did just that. Fucking her tits till he emptied his balls on her face, and breasts. She was all painted up like a freshly fucked cock slut and he wanted to take a picture, to keep under his pillow.

“I thought you said you were gonna fuck a baby in me,” she questioned as she sucked his cum from her fingers like he had earlier in the night.

“We got all night little girl.”

He began to strip (finally) but stopped to pull something from his pocket.

“That means we can talk about how you shouldn’t gossip about how someone fucks when they’re in the room with you.” She blushed. “And… we can also figure out where to hang this.”

When he unfolded the paper and showed her the picture from the carnival, of him savoring her cum on his fingers, she exploded into laughter. She was relaxed now. Feeling comfortable with him enough to let go of the embarrassment.

He bought the damn picture. She couldn’t believe it.

“You could have told us you heard us you asshole. And I know exactly where that picture is going.”

“And ruin all the fun?”

He was nearly bare before her. His shirt gone, boots off, and jeans around his ankles. She faintly caught a glimpse of that tattoo again.

“Tell me where it’s going honey.”

She only smiled a devious smile.

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silvereddaye · 5 years

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So if you remember my Lord of Fashion fic, there is a planned sequel called Prince of Fashion. Here’s a preview of it along with images I used as inspiration for the scene.

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Cameras flashed and reporters shouted out as celebrities walked down the red carpet of the annual Met Gala. Vader watched the show live from his penthouse apartment. Threepio and Artoo sat on the couch, but Vader stood. He couldn’t sit still. His hands were clasped behind his back as he paced from side of the sitting area to the next.

This year’s theme was Prism. It was interesting to see how different designers had handled the theme. Lando Calrissian walked on to the carpet in a suit lined with small triangular mirrors. He paired the suit with a short white cloak, which seemed to be a trademark of his. He also wore a mask that only covered half of his face, also made of tiny pieces of mirror.

Winter Retrac walked onto the carpet with her date. Retrac was dressed in a well-fitting gown made of holographic material. It was a plastic material that was opaque that reflected light to give the material a rainbow effect. Her date was dressed in a well tailored but very boring suit. The only thing of note is that it started black at the top, faded to white, which then faded into a spectrum of the rainbow on his legs.

Talon Karrde walked the carpet in a hideous feathered outfit. Perhaps he going off a play of his name. Regardless Vader was tempted to buy it from its designer just to burn it. His date was the famous porn star Melina Carniss. She was skimpily clad in a bejeweled bra. Holographic rainbow gems adorned her breasts. Strings of white crystals connected the bra to a thick choker and shoulder pads. Her lower half was nothing more than a modest pair of white underwear, a thick jeweled belt to match the bra, and a flowing multilayer silk skirt. Each layer of the skirt was a different color of the rainbow.

To Vader’s disgust, he watched as the bloated Jabba Tiure lumbered down the carpet with his son Rotta. There was not enough money in the whole galaxy for Vader to ever design anything for a Hutt. Vader had to give Jabba’s designer some credit. They had tried to cover his large bulking form with a black suit that was studded in white crystals. He looked like a diamond-encrusted turd, which was appropriate.

Rotta was only a few years older than Luke and was a large young man, but wore his weight well. No doubt he was on a strict diet and exercise routine. He looked like something out of a Brazlian carnival. He had on skin-tight white leather pants and high platform shoes. He had no top on, which was unfortunate, except for the straps holding up his rainbow feathered and ribboned back piece. The piece was large and circular and would fit right in with a Vegas showgirl lineup.

Next came the short haired Arani Korden. She was a famous actor originally from Naboo and was only two years older than Padme. She wore a simple thin-strapped floor-length dress that was completely covered in crystals. Marasiah Fel came next. She was a lovely woman with long brown hair with a white stripe down the middle. Her designer had gone the avant-garde approach. Using thin wire, large crystal like structures came off her shoulders. LED lights lined the wires making them glow. Clear plastic stretched across the wires. Underneath it she wore a shiny metal dress that erupted into more pointed crystals for the skirt.

There many others. Some outfits took the more traditional look of a prism creating a rainbow, so their outfits were very colorful. Some went the crystal route. A few tried to portray light entering a prism to come out a rainbow. There were several outfits like Fel’s that used lighting with LED lights. And of course there were those that Vader felt like they had been pulled off the rack. They didn’t even match the theme at all. Then again not everyone could afford custom couture.

Then came Han Solo. He was wearing a completely black outfit with a long black cape. When he turned, one could see a thin white stripe down the side. Then he held out the cape. There were two poles sewn into the edges to allow him to hold it up. The outside of the cloak had been black, but the entire inside was full on rainbow. It was done in LED lights that gently shifted through the colors of the rainbow.

A few more celebrities came next including one complete hot mess of rainbow tull and another that looked like an oil slick in a parking lot. Then Vader stilled in his pacing. His breath caught in his throat. The press had responded before the TV cameras were able to see. Then Luke walked on to the screen. It completely stole Vader’s breath away.

His outfit was simple, but completely tailored made for his body. It was made with a white fabric that had an iridescent quality to it. His hair was gelled back as he wore a headpiece of silver and real prisms. Luke stopped and posed on the carpet, allowing the cameras to flash. And that was when the real magic happened.

This was the only outfit Vader had made for the gala though he had plenty of requests. The moment Luke received an invitation, his sole focus was on this outfit. He had used more than just his tailoring skills to make it. He watched the TV screen intently to see the full effect.

As the camera lights flashed, rainbows erupted all around Luke. He was sparkling as little flashes of rainbows danced all around him. His outfit wasn’t just an outfit with a theme of prism, it was a prism. It took light and broke it down into a rainbow. Or at least gave the illusion of it. In truth the outfit was an engineering feat filled with optical receptors and small holoprojectors to create dozens of tiny rainbows that appeared with each flash of a camera.

Vader finally sat down on the couch. He took a long swig of a forgotten glass of wine that sat on the coffee table in front of the couch. He leaned back with a smile as he watched the world go wild over his amazing, beautiful son.

#my writing #preview #wip #Lord of fashion #Prince of fashion

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pbandjesse · 4 years

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What an excellent day. I am really tired but it's that good tired. We did so much fun stuff. I feel happy.

Im in New York with Jess right now. Hanging out in her apartment. She has almost no furniture because she's moving soon. But that's good. It will be good for her to move. Won't have to come all the way up here anymore.

I had to wake up very early. My alarm went off at 530 and me and James slowly got dressed. He made me a sandwich. And off we went to my early bus.

He dropped me off and i didn't have to wait to long. I was tired but nervous. I got on the bus and got a good seat. No one sat next to me for the first leg of the journey. But i couldn't sleep. I was to wired.

I listened to podcasts. And that was nice. And once we got to deleware someone sat next to me and i was able to doze off for a little while.

And then i was in New York! And Jess was there!! I was so excited to see her. Her hair is such a fun color right now.

And like i said today was great. We headed to her apartment first. I switched bags. And we went down the street for food. The first place was closed though so we went to the place across the street. Which while the food was good we had to wait forever to order and then they kind of abandoned us. So brunch was super long. But it was good to talk a lot and be together.

We went to the museum of sex today. Which was so fun. Some of it was dark. But i am so glad we went. There was vintage stag films. We learned about the history of webcams. We saw stories about abortion access and forced sterilization. And it was great. I learned so much and felt super engaged.

But the most fun part was the erotic carnival. We got to play games. We got to go to a bizzare 4D show. We took pictures. I got to ride on a mechanical bull!! I don't have the space to put all the fun pictures. So those will be on Instagram. But i had a blast.

We spent some time in the museum store. Got some small presents for James. And then we were off into the rain.

It was a damp day. We ended up at a nice bra store trying things on. Figuring out my size. And then off to the fancy French bakery. Jess got me a whole box of macaroons. And back home.

We had a gross encounter on the train. But we got back home in one piece.

We spent a couple hours sorting things for donation or sale. Helped Jess make some hard choices. Had a lot of laughs. It was good. We still have more to do but we made excellent progress.

But my allergies were doing bad. And so we headed out to dinner. Talked DnD over ramen. And then we got some ill advised ice-cream.

I have had such a nice day. I am tired though so i didn't put a lot of details in this. But know i feel very happy and i had a lot of fun. I hope you all have a good night too. Stay safe!

#ootd #day off #roadtrip #friend #nyc #Museum of sex #friday

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goldymas · 4 years

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WIRE BRA

COSTUME INCLUDES:

GEMMED WIRE BRA

GEMMED PANTY

GEMMED HEADBAND

GEMMED LEG PIECES (WORN ON CALVES)

NECKLACE

BRACELETS

GOODIES BAG

ENTRY INTO PARADE

ENTRY INTO CARNIVAL VILLAGE

REFRESHMENTS AND ROAD SERVICES PROVIDED BY WINERY MAS

REGISTRATION CLOSES APRIL 30TH

FINAL BALANCE DUE MAY 31ST

DISTRIBUTION JUNE 17-19TH

REMEMBER TO ADD YOUR FEATHERS TO YOUR CART BEFORE CHECKOUT

ADDITIONAL DETAILS ABOUT CARNIVAL & THE PROCESS

DURING THE PARADE

During the Hollywood Carnival Winery Mas will have refreshments and snacks available for our masqueraders to stay hydrated and have a good time. Refreshments such as water, gatorade and juice will be served along with snacks that will help to keep your energy up as you have fun!

We will have Winery Mas team leaders in Winery t-shirts located around the truck. The Winery team leaders will be there to assist and guide the masqueraders with directions. There will be videographers capturing all the amazing moments during carnival. Before the carnival starts we will also offer professional photoshoots for a small fee to individuals & groups. Our goal is to ensure that you have an amazing and memorable time with us!

DJs & ENTERTAINMENT

Winery Mas will feature amazing DJs that will be playing the latest soca music! Our truck will feature a state of the art sound system that will blast incredible vibes for us!

SECURITY

We will have a security team during the parade to control the crowd and ensure your safety. The security team will be responsible for ensuring that Winery Mas masqueraders have a safe experience. They will be directed to remove any individuals who do not have a wristband and any individuals who interrupt the flow and positive experience of the group. We will remove participants at our discretion if there is any disruption of our mission to present a great experience to all our masqueraders and to provide a great show for the spectators.

MEALS & ALCOHOL

MEALS: We will be partnering with a vendor at the Carnival Village to supply our masqueraders with Caribbean food (vegan options will be available). The food will be distributed immediately after the carnival is finished at a dedicated location in the carnival village.

The food option is NOT part of your costume purchase. We do this to ensure that we provide the cheapest prices possible for our costumes, especially for people who prefer to choose from the variety of food options at the Carnival Village. There will be a link on our website where you can order your meal. Ordering with us is most convenient because our vendor will have your name on a list at the Carnival Village and will simply give you your meal, which will be already ready and packaged for you. Many of the other food vendors will have very long lines, which will require long wait times.

ALCOHOL: The Hollywood Carnival prohibits any Mas band from providing alcoholic beverages to masqueraders and participants. If you BYOD make sure it is a plastic cup.

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Wendy 2

Jerome Valeska x OC

Warnings: nada

Chapter 1

The sound of buttons clicking against the faux wood floor sounded again and again as Wendy stood at the white dresser she’d had since she was seven. It had tiny drawings of princesses, Shrek, and anything she had been into as a child. It also had crude stickers and tiny engraved messages, those were more recent. She had been digging through her clothes for almost an hour, unable to settle on an outfit. Of course, she knew she shouldn’t have been stressing so much, after all it was only an outing to the circus with her uncle. But this tiny nagging voice in the back of her head kept voicing her insecurities. What if someone she knew was there? What if they saw her in her old GCPD summer camp T-Shirt and she lost her bad bitch reputation? She had an image to protect, after all. So she stood in the middle of her and Micaela’s shared bedroom, a pair of old underwear that had seen more horrors than a war veteran, fishnet stockings, mismatched socks, and two different bras on. After throwing another shirt on the floor she grunted in frustration, falling to the floor and glaring at the pile of clothes as if it was their fault she wasn’t satisfied with any of them.

“Joe!” she shouted suddenly, turning her head up in hopes that the sound would travel more. “Joe can you dress me please! I don’t have anything to wear!” Joanne came in already laughing.

“That is ridiculous, the only thing you spend money on is clothes, how can you not have anything to wear?” Wendy stuck her tongue out at her sister.

“You sound like mom.” she mocked, kicking a pair of ripped jeans. Joanne didn’t spare her a second thought, twirling the eyeshadow brush she had in her hands and pushing off the wall to go back to her own room. When trying to settle on who got their own room the girls had decided to wrestle. They were young and arrogant (more than they are now) and thought they could beat Joanne, who was built more like a dodgeball than a six year old at the time. She had sat on eight year old Wendy and held little toddler Micaela in a headlock and now she had her own room. Wendy huffed, but accepted that she was on her own. Micaela has been knocked out since she came home the night before and no amount of noise would wake her. Wendy stood and cracked her neck, she put in her battered Peter Pan VHS and looked back to the pile of clothes. “Do your worst.” she told the inanimate pile of cloth threateningly. As she once again picked through the pile of clothes Peter Pan was telling Wendy how to get to Neverland. She hummed happily as the smiling face of the red headed boy floated into her head. Peter Pan. She released an audible scoff at the thought, but as the Disney movie continued in the background her thoughts kept returning to him. She frowned and shook her head when his hazel eyes stubbornly refused to flee her head. She hadn’t been like this over a boy since… Well, since Peter Pan. The real Peter Pan. Wendy remembered being entranced by the red headed lost boy when she was younger. She used to pause the movie and reach up to the screen, trying to reach through to touch him. She couldn’t, obviously. She had never felt Peter Pan’s hair, she had only felt static tingling against her fingers. She had felt his hair, though.The fake Peter Pan. When he kissed her in her van, her fingers had been tangled in his copper hair, using it to push him closer to her, always wanting more of him. More of his touches, more of his quips, more of his tongue. Wendy was startled from her daydream by Micaela stirring in her sleep, rolling over onto her back and snorting before falling still again. Wendy focused once more on finding an outfit, reaching for a pair of boots and pulling them over her mismatched socks.

Soon Jim was at their door, exchanging pleasantries with Wendy’s mother, who had to pick up the graveyard shift at the GCPD and would unfortunately be missing the circus.

“Uncle J.” Wendy greeted awkwardly, giving him a loose hug. “Sorry I missed you the other night, traffic was crazy.” Jim grinned and ruffled the girl’s already messy hair.

“That’s alright Windex, I’m seeing you now, aren’t I?” she nodded, pulling her father’s jacket closser around herself when her uncle opened the door for her, bracing herself against the chilly Gotham air. Wearing a dress had been a bad idea. She sighed remorsefully at this realization, trying to tug the red fabric down to cover more of her thighs.

“Wendy? Oh my God! You look so cute!”

“Hi Lee.” Wendy waved to her uncle’s girlfriend with a tight smile. Lee quickly wrapped her arms around the teenager, giving her a warmer hug than Wendy had given her uncle. Wendy had never been very close with Jim, he reminded her too much of her father, looking at him was like looking at her dad, or what he would have looked like if he were still alive. It wasn’t that she felt sad or anything, though Wendy was a sentimental person she tended to become attached to memories more than to people. It was more like jealousy that she felt toward Jim. Wendy wanted to have known her father as much as Jim did, she wished she could have built a stronger relationship to the man who was responsible for half of her DNA before he died. All she had of her dead dad were a couple trinkets, Jim had his face.

“Where are your sisters?” Lee looked up at their tiny subdivision, searching the upstairs windows for either of Wendy’s sisters.

“Honestly? They’re probably taking a few hits of Mikey’s joint.” Lee was unphased by Wendy’s bluntness, only watching the stairs to see when the girls would appear. They did, wide grins and bloodshot eyes proving that Wendy was right. Joe had worn her wire framed glasses in an effort to hide the redness of her eyes, but they weren’t doing much for the smell.

“You girls ready to go?” Wendy nodded to her uncle, sliding into the back of his cop car first. This wasn’t the first time Wendy had been in a cop car, even though she had never before been in Jim’s car.

“Ah, feels like home.” Micaela said mockingly, leaning her head back against the middle seat and making herself completely at home.

“Have you been arrested Mikey?” Lee asked, maternal concern spreading over her face.

“Only by my mom.” Micaela answered, picking lint off of her jeans. “They always call her first, ask if they should arrest me or let me off with a warning, she always makes sure I get the maximum sentence.” yes, Danielle Gomez-Gordon was nothing if not a stickler for the rules. She was ashamed that her daughters would do anything to contribute to the chaos Gotham was already filled with, but that didn’t stop Mikey from selling weed, and it didn’t stop Wendy from bring a can of spray paint wherever she went. If anything, having a cop mom made them want to do more, because they weren’t afraid of it, they had been to the GCPD since they were kids and spending the night in one of it’s cells felt like home. The cops would bring them pity doughnuts, they would even let them use the regular bathroom (against Detective GG’s orders).

“That’s ‘cause you’re her baby Mikey! She wants you to grow up to be a good citizen!” Joe had never been arrested. She found that she liked to rebel in other aspects of her life, namely her pants. Micaela rolled her eyes and sunk down in her seat, elbowing Joe once she was low enough. The pair began to squabble, each trying to sink their nails in the other’s scalp. Jim and Lee laughed from the front seat, cuddling up to each other and being disgustingly happy. It made Wendy smile, though. Theirs was a relationship you couldn’t help but smile at, they were ooey, gooey, and completely head over heels for each other.

“Kay, you ready girls?” Lee still had that maternal look on her face. Maybe it was part of being a Doctor, always wanting to take care of people. Like it was somehow your duty to help people un-fuck what they fucked up. The group wandered through the circus for a while, each choosing a tooth achingly sweet carnival food, save Jim, who got a corndog. The show went by in a flash. A mix of jarring music and colors, “bathroom breaks” that were excuses to smoke a cigarette behind the main tent, flirting with stage hands, and saying “Yeah that was hilarious Uncle J!” with a straight face.

“So, what’d you think?” Mikey asked, popping her bubble gum and digging her shoe in the dirt.

“It was pretty great until that clown started beating up the trapeze artists.” Joe frowned, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the memory of the clown coming out.

“Really? I honestly thought that was when the show hit its’ climax.” Wendy countered, grinning when Joe rolled her eyes.

“Wanna explore?” Micaela asked, losing interest in the conversation as soon as Joe opened her mouth to argue that violence is never funny. The brunette didn’t wait for an answer as she went to go wander through the animal cages. Wendy watched as she popped another bubble and flipped off a tiger that was trying to reach her through the bars of its cage. Mikey stepped closer and skipped away with a wide smile, then repeated. That would keep her entertained for a while.

“Let’s go find those trapeze artists.” Joe said, eyes glimmering with excitement as she reached for Wendy’s sleeve, already well on her way out of the circle of cops. Wendy dodged Joanne’s hand.

“I don’t really wanna watch you suck some rando’s dick, Joe.” Wendy raised her hands and backed away from her younger sister apologetically.

“What are you gonna do instead, Wendy? Graffiti a picture of me sucking some rando’s dick on a tent?” Wendy grinned maliciously and reached into her tote, pulling a red can out and spinning it in the air.

“Maybe.” Joanne’s eyes widened, she placed her fists against her hips firmly, brows knitting together angrily.

“Wendy Gabriela Gordon, you’d better not!” Joe yelled to Wendy’s retreating form. Wendy rolled her eyes and spun on her heel.

“Don’t be a…” she mimed a square to finish her sentence, shaking her bottle and turning back toward the now desolate circus. Wendy wasn’t actually going to paint anything, the poor people working at this place had enough shit to deal with without having to clean up some teenager’s shitty art. She slipped the can back into her tote once she was far enough away from Joe so her sister wouldn’t see and think maybe Wendy was “responsible”, or “matured”. She shoved her ice cold hands into the pockets of her jacket. The stars were different outside the city, in that there were more. Gotham’s light pollution was something to fear and it had never been more obvious to her than that moment. Wandering past candy cane striped tents, nothing but the occasional grunt of a working man to disturb her silence. Her neck was craned to the point where it ached, but she couldn’t be bothered enough to care as she tried to pick constellations out of the shining mess that hung above her. “Hey look, Leo.” she said, pleased that she found one, she pointed it out to no one, because there was no one there. Smiling at the stars and imaging she was a cartographer, hundreds of years ago. Sailing through the sea with nothing but the stars to guide her. Yeah sure, she only knew five constellations, but she thought she could probably figure it out.

“Where?” she squealed, almost dropping her bag at the sudden intrusion. She stumbled away from where she had heard the voice, turning around with raised fists (you can never be too careful in Gotham). She was even more shocked by what she saw.

“Peter?! What the fuck! You scared the shit out of me!” she reached to slap the boy, who’s amusement was starting to piss her off. He ducked his head and her hand hit his arm.

“Wendy! Wendy- darlin’, calm down!” he was bursting with giggles when she finally ceased her assault.

“What are you doing here?” she said, as she spoke you could hear the anger leaving her voice and by the time she closed her mouth she had calmed down. His eyebrows raised, looking around as if he had forgotten where he was.

“I should be asking you that question, doll face! I live here!”

“Oh, my uncle brought me.” she informed him, shifting her feet awkwardly. He looked at her expectantly, crossing his arms and tapping his foot. “What?” she snapped.

“Where’s Leo?” he repeated his question from before.

“Oh, uhm, c’mere.” she commanded, tugging him over so their sides were pressed together. Her hand shot out to point to where she had been staring before. “There, see?” he frowned at the bunch of stars she had pointed out.

“Is that supposed to be a lion?” she grinned at his abrasiveness. He looked so upset at the sky. “That doesn’t look anything like a lion!” Wendy rolled her eyes and pulled him close again.

“You have to use your imagination dummy, see? That’s his tail, and that’s his head.”

“I still can’t see it.” he admitted.

“It’s easier to see when you’re laying down, plus your neck doesn’t feel like shit.” she informed him, releasing her grip on his arm reluctantly. She looked up to him to find him already looking at her.

“I mean… I do have a place.” her heart skipped a beat, fluttering in her chest rapidly when she looked at the hand he was offering to her.

“Does it have a roof?” she slipped her hand into his and he beamed.

“It has more than that, babydoll.” she raised her eyebrows at his suggestion.

“A door…?” he giggled maniacally.

“Oh! You are just too much fun!” Wendy placed her other hand on his and he lead her through the circus to a trailer park. “Ta-da! Home sweet home.” he patted his trailer lovingly. It advertised a snake charmer, her hooded eyes staring down anyone daring enough to visit her trailer.

“Is that supposed to be you? Gotta say, you really glowed up.” he leaned against the trailer and shrugged humbly.

“Must be all the greens I eat, ma always told me if I had enough of them I would grow up to be strong and handsome.” Wendy smiled and followed him up the steps of the trailer.

“Well I gotta say stranger, it’s working.” he frowned at her name for him, but before he could complain Wendy was hoisting herself onto the roof. Her fingers burned from rubbing against the sheet metal as she pulled herself up but she brushed them off on her pants and pretended not to care. “You need help getting up?” she called over her shoulder. She was answered by a thump and a “no” grunted through gritted teeth. Peter stomped over to her and lay next to her.

“Show me more.” he demanded like a child asking for another bedtime story. She smiled and searched the stars for another constellation she recognized.

“Ah! There! That’s Orion’s belt.” she grinned up at the three stars, turning to Peter, wanting to see his reaction to the stars. He wasn’t looking at the stars, when she rolled her head over she immediately met his eyes. It was like striking a match inside her stomach, when her eyes met his she could practically feel the sparks that flew. “Sometimes…” she broke their eye contact, looking back up to the stars, eyes wide with wonder. “Sometimes I wish I could turn off all of Gotham’s lights so I could see all the stars.”

“I’ll do it.” he spoke with fierce determination. She laughed, boys so often made her empty promises it was the only reaction she had left. “I’m serious.” Wendy searched his eyes for amusement, any hint that he was joking around. When she found none she smiled at him, a challenge in her eyes.

“How?” he smiled, seeing that she believed him.

“See that, over there?” he took her elbow in one of his hands, pulling her so her back was resting against his chest as he pointed to Gotham city, specifically the generator that powered basically the entire city. “Ka-poosh!” she laughed when he mimed an explosion with his hand.

“You’re gonna become an arsonist to impress a girl you barely know?” she asked sarcastically, turning to meet his eyes. Her eyes flickered down to his lips and she prayed he hadn’t noticed, but how could he not when their faces were inches apart. He was so close she could feel his breath on her when he scoffed.

“I’m already an arsonist, darlin’, impressing pretty girls is just a bonus.” she let her eyes wander down his face unashamedly. Going from his hazel eyes to the scattering of freckles over his nose, looking for shapes among them like she had the sky. To his lips, which were still split open in a self-satisfied grin that she wanted to wipe off him, to the unshaven orange scruff growing on his chin, and back to his lips.

“Pretty, huh?” when he hummed her entire body vibrated along with his chest, making her breath catch in her lungs.

“Yeah, you’re right, pretty doesn’t even begin to describe you darlin’.” she grinned mischievously, her eyes meeting his again.

“Is this the part where you tell me you find me ridiculously annoying and/or pretentious? I’ve had that happen before.” he shook his head and it was his turn to examine all her features. She watched his eyes drift from her own eyes, which were still examining him like it was the first time she was seeing him, drinking in all the ways his face would contort with his emotions. His eyes drifted to her nose and her own smattering of freckles, to her heart shaped mouth, then to the piercings decorating her ears, and back to her eyes.

“Nah, it’s the part where I tell you you’re fucking gorgeous… and annoying and pretentious.” she grinned at his quip, taking her hand up to trace circles on the inside of his wrist.

“Are you gonna kiss me or should I find another circus boy?” he frowned at her, insult making his eyebrows draw together.

“I was getting to that! Hold your horses.” she was mid laugh when his lips connected with hers, his mouth taking the tinkling giggles from the air and claiming them as his own. It wasn’t so funny anymore when he pushed her onto her back, twisting around her body so the teenagers were aligned. His hands were gripping the sides of her neck, tracing gentle circles on the hinge of her jaw, his thighs on either side of her legs, which she was grateful for because it hid the fact that her babydoll dress had ridden up past her underwear. Her hands grasped the fabric around his waist desperately, clawing at him to bring him closer. He’s so skinny, she thought when she pressed her palms against his stomach and felt his ribs poking out from underneath his skin. His lips were like fire spreading over her body, lighting her skin up like a beacon into the night.

“Hey,” she said, separating from him with a series of quick pants and gasps. “you have a bed?” he looked almost surprised, still reeling from their kiss. Though that dazed confusion quickly warped into a predatory grin.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” he reached out his hand to help her up and the pair descended down the side of his trailer. As Wendy was climbing down her still shaking fingers gave in. She squealed and darted out all her limbs in a blind search for something to hold her up. In that search she caught herself on the roof again, and she accidentally kicked a hole through the woman’s eye.

“Shit!” she yelped “Fuck! I’m so sorry, I was falling, and-” she was cut off by Peter Pan laughing wildly as he stared at the hole she had kicked in. “You’re not mad?” he managed to get a ‘no’ out in between his gut rolling laughter. She laughed a little in relief, releasing a breath and feeling herself relax. “Thank God, that would’ve been a total mood killer.” he grinned, finally calming his breaths, though when he took her hand he was still releasing little chuckles.

“You can kick her more if you want.” he offered. She rolled her eyes and began to follow after him as he led her into his trailer.

“As much as I love damaging things I’m not gonna ruin your wall, Peter.” he paused in the hallway leading from his kitchenette to what looked like a living room/bedroom. She looked at him in the dim light from the circus outside curiously.

“Uh, Jerome.” he said sheepishly. “You should probably know my real name.” she laughed and drew closer to him.

“You have a last name, Jerome?” his eyes darkened when she pressed herself against him, looking up to him with that spark of mischief that he had come to recognize as purely her’s.

“Yeah, why? Are you planning on calling out my full name?” she shrugged.

“No, I just need more information for when I stalk you later.” he grinned down at her, face lighting up with pure joy, though his eyes were still dark.

“Valeska, can’t have you stalking the wrong Jerome.” she grinned and shook her head, pushing him backward into the futon impatiently.

“Nope.” she said before straddling his thighs, resting her hands in the crook between his neck and shoulders as she claimed his mouth. His fingers replicated the circles he had been drawing on her jaw before but up and down her thighs. Wendy separated from him with a little pop, reaching for the hem for his shirt and tugging on it to silently command him to remove it. He did, tugging the dark grey cotton above his head, before doing the same with her dress. She shivered as his hands traced the length of her torso, dipping down to his neck as soon as her hands were out of the red sleeves. Jerome gasped as her lips trailed fleeting butterfly kisses down his neck, stopping to suck where her hands hand been before.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” he asked quietly, as if he were afraid his voice would shatter her. His arms trailed from her thighs to loop around her, pressing her closer to him. “So gorgeous.” she smiled against his skin at the sincerity in his words.

“Aw thanks Valeska.” he grinned at her, reaching behind her and fumbling blindly with the clasp of her bra. She was about to reach to help him when there was an abrupt knocking at the door. She frowned and quirked her eyebrows in question to Jerome, both sat still, debating if whatever was on the other side was worth stopping what they were doing. The knock came again and Wendy froze when she recognized the voice demanded the opening of his door as her uncle’s.

“Shit.” they both said.

“Okay, fuck, can I go out the window?” Jerome frowned as she scrambled to put on her dress.

“Why? Are the police after you?” she laughed sarcastically.

“No, but I am related to two of them.” his eyebrows flew up, lips falling into a little ‘o’.

“Yeah, fuck, you can go out the window.” he said, snatching his shirt from the floor and hurrying to help her push the jammed window up. She paused when she had one leg out the window, looking at him with regret.

“So, will I see you again?” he grinned and pulled his shirt down all the way. He took her lips in a gentle kiss that ended far too soon.

“Oh Wendy, darling, I’ll just fly to your window.” she frowned at the non committal answer. He rolled his eyes. “I’ll find you before you leave, meet me at the carousel.” she nodded, giving his cheek a quick peck before swinging her other leg through the tiny hole and trying her best to land softly on the ground.

Carousel, carousel… where the fuck is the carousel?

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“Wendy!” his boyish voice shouted excitedly. “Wendy, where are you?” he called, wiping his fake tears away as he continued to search for a flash of her black curls, or hear the sadistic tinkling laughter he had come to love. He frowned at the carousel, hope of finding the girl vanishing. His shoulders slumped and he felt blind rage overtake him. “Fuck!” he yelled to no one, tossing his head back to stare at the same stars they had been looking at not two hours ago. He had barely managed to escape from Detective Gordon to see her, he felt the familiar prickle of real tears put pressure on his eyes. He wouldn’t actually cry, obviously. He hadn’t cried in years and he wasn’t about to start again, but the frustration and anger were building inside him beyond what he could handle. Jerome looked back to the carousel, almost hoping to see her, he didn’t. “What…?” he trailed off, seeing red liquid dripping down a purple horse’s leg. He approached slowly to investigate, curiosity overtaking him as he hurried over to the horse.

PETER PAN, CALL ME

He grinned wide, writing the number scrawled under her message on his arm. “Looks like I don’t have to fly to your window Wendy.” he muttered softly to himself, heart thumping in his chest in anticipation. He tugged his sleeve over his arm protectively and wandered back to Detective Gordon, an excuse for his absence already prepared as he made his eyes well up with tears again, even giving a heaving sob for good measure.

Chapter 3

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#jerome valeska #jerome valeska x reader #fanfiction #gotham #gotham fanficion #teens in angst #peter pan #oc #jim gordon #cameron monaghan

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