#wanna wear her like an expensive necklace

[mssainz]

PART 4 | AFTER FIVE YEARS

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader

Summary: Carlos Sainz finally met his son he had with her ex-wife, Y/N.

Warning: Angsty

AN: A little backstory about YN , a flashback from five years ago. Thank you guys. I appreciate all your comments. Let me know your reaction and if you wanna be added to the tag list. Love y'all!

It's done. You are now divorced. You are no longer Mrs. Sainz. You are sitting on the bed feeling empty, looking at the bedroom floor.

So what now?

You grabbed your phone on your side table and dialed your Mom's number. It took a few rings before your Mom picked it up.

“Mom, I'm going home.” Your mom didn’t say anything and hope you have a safe flight.

You didn’t wait for a second and immediately grabbed your luggage. You gently fold all your clothes and stuff them into your bag. You then went to the bathroom to grab your skin care products and other toiletries. After making sure that all your things are complete, you zipped and sealed your luggages. You saw the gold commitment in your ring finger and a shiny diamond one you got when you said yes.

“You two are way more expensive than filing a divorce,” You whispered and scoffed at yourself. You removed your necklace, then your rings, and made them as a pedant.

“Maybe, I can take you to an auction. Engagement and wedding ring from Carlos Sainz.” You let out a painful laugh before putting the necklace in your bag. Your finger feels strange without them, after wearing them for almost three years.

You put on the most casual outfit you can grab, a black trousers, white shirt, and a black cap. You also put on a face mask to hide your face. You don’t want any paparazzi following you at the airport. You just want to leave in peace and make a simple statement of your break up. Being questioned about what happened and explaining everything is the least thing that you wanna do. It feels like squeezing lime on your opened cut.

You arrived at the airport earlier than your scheduled flight. Gladly, there are only a few people in the vicinity. You sat down in the waiting area and unlocked your phone. You deleted Carlos' phone number and even blocked him in all of your social media accounts. Painful for you but you also deleted any contacts of his family, his father, mother, and even his siblings. You also unfollowed anything related to Formula 1. But you didn’t unfollow some of the drivers that you are close with.

After almost a day flight, you finally arrived. It feels great to be back in your home country. Your mom fetched you at the airport. She initiated some small talks on your way home but didn’t dare to mention anything about your divorce. She wants you, yourself to open up about it if you are comfortable to talk about the whole situation.

You proceed to your old room after getting out of the car. You and your mom brought your luggages in your room and began unpacking them. You opened your closet and saw your white coat hanging. It has your name with MD on it. “Emergency Medicine,” you whispered as you read what's on your coat. Warm tears started falling from your eyes.

“What did I do wrong, Mom? I gave up my career for him. I let this go to be with him. I chose another path of my life and tried to settle down, followed him to the other side of the world. How could he do this to me?” Your mom looked at you and stopped unpacking your bags. She is disheartened, staring at you sitting on the floor, hugging your knees. It is her first time seeing you cry and break down after everything that happened. She is actually worried about you as you didn’t show any tears when Carlos filed the divorcement papers, when you found out about your baby, and after everything. It’s like your emotions shut down. You were just filled with mixed feelings and couldn’t even process it as everything happened so fast.

She walks towards you and sits beside you. She didn't say anything, she knows that words are not what you need right now. You need ears, who can listen to you.

“I hate myself, Mom. I let myself be fooled by a man and I'm now fucking pregnant with his child. He doesn't even know, I'm having his own blood and genes. And I don't even know where to start with my life again. I have nothing left, Mom. I am such a mess,”

She can feel how broken you are. She hates seeing you cry and hate yourself for something you are not the one to blame.

“I sold all my properties in Madrid, even the coffee shop Mom. I can't go back there. I can't be in his hometown. I can't even bear the thought of breathing the same air he breathes. I can't Mom, I don't wanna.” Your voice is broken and so you are. Your words are nearly inaudible and your face is filled with glistening tears which can't seem to stop pouring. Your sorrow left you having difficulty catching your breath.

“He knows how cheating and lying was my last straw. He always knew that. He knows about Dad, what he did and how he left us, Mom. Why did he have to repeat the same history as he did? Why do I have to go through this again? Why do I keep catching men in my life kissing another woman? How can they put me in this position?” You are on the verge of hyperventilating from crying. Hence, your mom gently held your arms and made you face her eyes.

“Baby, look at me. Breathe, my love,” She started exhaling and inhaling with you to calm your nerves down and control the pace of your breathing.

“Mom, I don't know what to do. What should I do?” You asked her while she was wiping the tears on your cheeks.

“You don't have to do anything, my love. You don't need to know what you should do at the very moment. I just want you to take care of yourself. Just have a meal, take a shower, and rest. Mommy got you, okay? I always do.”

She pulled you into her arms to give you a safe space to cry. Her words gave you an inner peace, a reminder to take it slow. You don't need to know what the future holds for now.

“And stop saying you have nothing left. You have me, honey. You have this,” your mom said before putting her warm hand on your belly.

I have Cael. When I thought I had nothing left, I had him. He is the only one I can call my own.

YN'S Private Instagram Post

"my sunshine Sebastian Cael Sainz"

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AN: Should YN put the necklace in an auction? Just kidding. Please unhide your accounts guys, I can't tag you if its hidden huhu. Thank youuuu!

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[princessbrunette]

All i can think about is rafe cameron buying you stupidly expensive lingerie sets for christmas😵‍💫 and then after breakfast he asks you to model them🤭

SANTA BABY ♡

gettin me in the festive spirit hehehe this made me wanna spend xmas with the cameron’s so bad :((

cw: christmas duh, family bonding time, i aged Wheezie down to be like 6 years old bc i think it would be cute idk LMAOOO , suggestive themes but nothing too crazy ❀

At his core, Rafe Cameron liked to think he was a family man. He’d often flip out, misbehave, and shit talk his family members it’s true, but Christmas was a time he liked to put it all behind him (Atleast until the new year starts, and he can start up his usual BS)

As you can imagine, Christmas at the Cameron’s was something extravagant. Humungous white christmas tree with silver decorations at the centre of the house, the outside of the house decked with lights that required enough power to start up 3 yachts, fake snow on the porch and Frank Sinatras Christmas album playing round the house at each corner. The years had only softened Ward, and whilst he could be cruel, hard on Rafe and borderline forgetful of Wheezies existence — Christmas was where he shone brightest, just wanting to do right by his kids and now, you, his sons girlfriend.

Receiving presents from the family was a whole different ballgame to your usual Christmas at home, Ward having grinned ear to ear when he handed you the box with the Tiffany’s heart tag charm bracelet glittering under the Christmas lights of the early morning (Wheezie being Wheezie woke everyone up at 6AM sharp.) Rafe, who’d insisted you’d curled right up to his side on the couch wearing his robe resisted an eye roll, his dad always having to out do him, but you seemed elated and he felt his heart warm.

They went all out, Rose handing you a literal 90’s Blumarine runway piece she’d simply overheard you talking Rafes ear off about, the next 5 minutes spent by you and Sarah fawning over it. Sarah’s gift was next, a set of SKIMS dresses you’d been saving to your Pinterest which she couldn’t help but notice, and of course Wheezie proudly handing you a glittery macaroni necklace she’d crafted you at school, which you had no choice but to act like it was the best gift of all.

Come Rafe’s turn, he simply offered his family a smile and patted your side, turning his head to look at you. “I’ve got her presents in my room, figured I’d give it to you privately.” He teases, ignoring Sarah’s ‘Barf’ comment from her cross legged position on the floor beside her little sister.

The family dispersed for a little while, Sarah helping Wheezie set up her new toys on the carpet infront of the tree, Rose and Ward going to start up the food in the kitchen (Ward insists on cooking everything themselves instead of having the chefs do it, because it was tradition.) Before you could wander in there and offer your help, you were being pulled back gently by the arm into your fluffy robe clad boyfriend wearing a poorly masked excited smile. “What, you don’t want your present from me?”

He slides a box from under his bed when you get up to his room again, covered with thin pink gift paper to hide the logo. He sits on his chair, robe falling between his legs and bare knees exposed outwards. “C’mon, sit on santas lap.” He grins and you mirror him, skipping over, happy and spoiled and perching on his leg. He puts the box in your lap and you peel away the paper to see the Agent Provocateur logo with the iconic black ribbon. You widen your eyes at him as if to say ‘Okaaaay, good job’ before wedging your fingertips carefully beneath the cardboard lip and lifting it, seeing 5 sets before you that was perfectly accustomed to your taste.

You remember your trip to the city with Rafe, it was business of course — but you were happy to tag along and walk alongside him watching him handle things for you and his family. You’d spotted the fancy lingerie store, practically pressing yourself up against the glass of the window as you look inside rambling about how you had so many of the sets saved to your Pinterest, pointing out each with your finger smushed to the glass. Rafe nodded distractedly, phone pressed to his ear, leaning on his hip in his gridded shirt and khaki pants that fit too good, before gesturing to you with his thumb that the two of you needed to get moving again, or else you’d be late to the appointment with a buyer. You pout and peel yourself away from the store.

But that was like what, September? Did he go back and buy it all for you? Order it once he’d returned home with you? You’d know Rafe to hold a grudge, but didn’t know his memory served in a positive manner too. “Rafe…” You coo, plucking out the sets and holding them up to admire the intricate lace detailing, spotting matching garters and whatever else you’d mentioned laying in the box. The thought of him fumbling through your underwear drawer trying to figure out your bra size made you giggle, wrapping an arm around his neck in an appreciative squeeze.

“How’d you remember?” Your voice was high in awe, wanting to hold on to this sweet side of Rafe forever.

“Please, I pay attention sometimes y’know.” He smirks modestly, eyes on the box as he admires his work. “So you like it? Yeah?” His hands finding your hips and giving them a soft squeeze.

“Love it, Rafey.” It comes out muffled, because you’re busying yourself with pressing big wet kisses to his cheek, and then eventually his mouth. He pulls away a fraction, lips still brushing yours and eyes cracking open.

“Gonna try it all on for me though, right?” He drawls in that classic Rafe way that you can never say no to and you nod so vigorously you nearly headbutt him. He pats your butt with a pleased hum and pecks you once more. “Atta girl.”

#anon #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron fluff

[hyunsvngs]

kinktober !

kink: free use

pairing: 3racha x fem!reader

wc: 3.5k

free use: a fully-consensual fetish where partners are allowed to sexually “use” each other at any time.

It was an unusual situation that few would understand. The first thing being that you were in a relationship with three men, and the second thing being that you laid in their studio to be a personal stress reliever.

When Chan had mentioned free use, you’d been uneducated on the kink altogether. Jisung was the most educated - which didn’t surprise any of you, as he’s a massive freak - and Changbin was just as confused as you were. Researching the kink together showed you that yeah, you’d love to be a toy at their disposal and beck and call whenever they needed you to be. You still had the romantic aspects of the relationship too, which made you more than content.

The rules were simple. You visited them in the studio - something you did everytime they were there, anyway - but if you were comfortable with free use, you were to wear the expensive necklace Changbin bought you. Visible, so they could see it, and then you’d be used as their toy. It was the most subtle form of consent ever, but it worked, and you loved every second of it.

“Fuckin’ song’s pissing me off, Chan,” Changbin walked out of the recording booth, throwing his phone down on the table. He normally got his raps done in one or two takes, and he’d been going for a while now. You’d just been scrolling through your phone on your tummy on the sofa, kicking your feet. You heard Jisung scoff, and then he was chuckling. You always stayed quiet - only speaking when they needed you.

“Take your anger out and then try again,” Chan suggested, trying to be soft with the younger man. Changbin huffed. When you looked at him, he was staring directly at you, muscles bulging in his tight black t-shirt but his hair so soft and eyes tender. “Jisung, you go.”

“But if he’s gonna fuck her I wanna watch-”

“Jisung,” Chan chastised, eyebrows raised when he looked at the youngest. Jisung mumbled a few choice words, and then he was hesitant in getting up to go to the booth. You heard Changbin murmur a few things to Chan, and then he was approaching you on the couch. He didn’t even say anything - content with flipping your skirt up and exposing your cotton panties to the room, and you yelped.

“Gonna have you now,” Changbin murmured, thumb swiping across the gusset of your panties. You immediately locked your phone, tossing it carelessly to the floor and spreading your legs obediently. Changbin chuckled, moving your panties to the side. “That’s it. Such a good fuckin’ toy, bunny.”

You waited patiently, head down on the arm of the sofa as you heard the clinking of a belt being undone and jeans dropping. Fabric rustled as he got closer, and then his muscled forearms were caging you into the leather material you were laying upon. You knew you were wet. You always were, waiting for them like this - you had needed something inside of you as soon as you walked into the room.

“Binnie,” You mumbled, shifting your hips back. He was taking his time. Changbin kissed your cheek fondly, and then he was pushing in, his thick cock stretching you beyond belief. You liked it this way - unprepared, so you could fully feel him. He was the thickest, and you whined as you felt the short, trimmed curls at his base scratching against your ass. He’d already bottomed out.

“Such a good bunny,” He murmured, kissing your neck. You nodded, letting him fuck into you at a steady pace. Jisung and Chan were doing something - you weren’t sure what, since you were preoccupied with a thick fucking cock. Your pussy was so wet along his shaft the slide was heavenly, and you always liked it to be easy for Changbin to push into straight away like this. You were their toy, only spoken to when needed and ready and waiting with a soppy hole. “You've been wet like this the whole time?”

“Always am, Binnie,” You nodded, whimpering as you started to fuck your hips back onto his cock. You knew Changbin liked it like this, when you started to really get into it. You’d never predicted how much being treated like a toy would turn you on. “I love your cock so much, ‘s so thick, Binnie-”

“Ssh, ssh, bunny,” Changbin murmured, grunting when he bottomed out and stayed there for a moment. You wiggled your hips, trying to get more of him in, and he grabbed your hips with unbelievable strength. Changbin was the strongest, but the most hesitant to use his strength - he liked it slow, deep like you were doing then, more passionate. He was the gentlest lover. “Let me fuck into you like this. You think you’ll cum for me?”

Changbin started to thrust into you at a faster pace, wet noises echoing around the room. You gasped when one of his hands went up to grab your tit, squeezing your nipple. “I- yeah, yeah, I can cum like this, y’know I love it deep-”

The sound of feet stomping on the floor caught your attention. When you looked up, Jisung was pouting in the booth, headphones slung around his neck and his eyes wide. “So not fuckin’ fair, Chan. Look at her.”

“Jisung…” Chan murmured, ready to scold him. Jisung only pointed at you, your face in pure bliss as Changbin fucked into you. Changbin’s hand went to lift your hips up a bit, sliding one of the couch pillows underneath and you whined, feeling him pressing against that spongy spot inside of you. Chan spun around on his chair, eyes focusing on where you were writhing in pleasure.

He watched you moan and arch your back, eyes rolling back as Changbin's thrusts became more intense, repeatedly bullying into that one spot. Changbin was grunting, groaning into the crook of your neck. Chan's mouth parted, unable to contain his emotions as he watched you in the throes of pleasure. Jisung was pouting, clearly enjoying the show but wanting so badly to be involved.

“‘M so fuckin’ close, Binnie, so close,” You gasped, and Changbin nodded into your skin.

“C’mon, cum on my cock, my bunny,” He’d started to run his mouth, something that showed he was getting close, too. “Such a good fucking girl, waiting like this for us, just- just fuckin’ letting us do this, I can’t believe you, I love you so much.”

You couldn’t help but bite into the leather of the sofa, your vision becoming unfocused as you came around Changbin’s cock. The orgasm was strong, cumming with your clit untouched always was, and you whined through it with teary eyes. Changbin smacked your ass once, and when his dark, lustful eyes focused on the flesh rippling he was cumming too, a welcome warmth inside your already sodden pussy.

You weren’t done, though. You had two more men waiting to use you, and you couldn’t fucking wait. Changbin pulled out, chest heaving as he tucked his softening length back into his boxers.

He kissed your hairline, humming. “Amazing, bunny. Thank you.”

“Do I get Jisung now?” You murmured, eyes landing on the man still standing in the recording booth. You giggled when he threw the headphones down, bouncing out of the smaller room and over to you, completely bypassing Chan’s shouts of protest. You couldn’t even be shocked when Jisung didn’t say a word, throwing his t-shirt off and yanking his joggers down to his ankles. He nearly tripped over them in his haste to get to you, and Changbin chuckled, finally getting off of the sofa.

“Chan, I don’t think the song’s getting done today,” Changbin said, and Chan sighed, nodding.

“I think I’ve accepted that,” He responded. Jisung flipped you over, hands soft but his eyes so wide as he watched Changbin’s cum dripping out of you. “We may as well have some fun with her.”

“Baby,” Jisung murmured, and you hummed. He was staring down at your pussy, shaking his head in disbelief. “Looks so fuckin’ good, baby, I’m so hard.”

You giggled, spreading your legs wider and using one hand to spread your folds, letting Jisung see your hole. You knew it looked used, stretched after Changbin’s incessant fucking with his thick cock - but there’s nothing Jisung liked more than sloppy seconds. “You gonna get inside, Jisung? I need to cum on your cock, too.”

“Yeah. Yes, I’m gonna fuck you senseless, baby, I promise,” Jisung kissed your lips chastely, and then he was pushing inside. Jisung was longer than Changbin, and you gasped when he bottomed out, the curve of him helping to reach that abused spot inside of you so easily. Jisung whined, his bottom lip quivering. “It’s so fucking wet.”

“You’re welcome,” Changbin replied, smug. You scoffed, only smiling in approval when Jisung pushed your legs back to get deeper. You loved this position, especially with Jisung - his cock got so drippy and hard, to the point where sometimes he acted like it was going to kill him. He was lucky you were so pliant. Jisung always fucked quick and hard, hips slamming into you like he couldn’t get enough of it.

Chan's face was flushed, a warmth spreading through his body. He could feel himself painfully hard, his pants constrictive around his erection. He wanted so badly to join in, but he knew he had to stay back and watch. It wasn’t his turn yet.

He had clearly decided he didn’t care. You watched in awe as he shucked his pants off, wrapping one large hand around his cock and pumping at the sight of you. Your pussy was soaking, and you whined, fighting not to make grabby hands at Chan. You wanted him, too, but you hadn’t prepared your ass and you wanted to scream at yourself for it.

“Ji, fuck me harder, baby,” You murmured, and Jisung nodded. You could tell he was close already. He never lasted long when you did scenes like this, too caught up in the way your walls feel fluttering around his cock and he got even worse when he got to go after someone else. He was a freak, but so were you. You whined when his hips picked up, cockhead thrusting into you harder, and you reached one hand down to rub your clit.

“Oh, fuck, baby. That’s it, touch yourself,” Jisung moaned. You squealed as he thrust in and out of you, your hips rising to meet his. He was relentless in his pursuit of pleasure, his moans becoming louder with each thrust. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and you knew you were both about to reach your climax. Your movements were sloppy on your clit with how wet you were, but it was doing the job just fine.

“You like watching me touch myself, Sungie?” You giggled, your other hand moving to grip onto the arm of the sofa. Chan groaned from the computer, and when you turned to look at him, he was shaking his head in disbelief.

“You’re fucking filth, you know that?” Chan said, and you nodded.

You pinched your clit meanly, letting yourself moan a little louder. You’d defiled this studio so many times that you were just glad it was soundproof. “You love it.”

“Fuck yeah, we do,” Changbin smirked, bulging arms crossed across his broad chest. He was content just watching, but you couldn’t say the same for Chan. Jisung’s eyes were trained only on where you were rubbing across your clit, his eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m gonna cum, you g’ta cum,” Jisung blabbered, and you nodded, pressing harder on your clit. “Love watchin’ you touch yourself, baby, it’s so fucking sexy. Do you - oh, fuck - do you like being used as a toy by us?”

“Oh, Sungie, I fucking love it,” You whined, walls tightening around Jisung. You were going to cum. “Talk- baby, say more, I’m so fucking close-”

“God, you’re our toy but I’m all yours,” He rambled, hands pulling your hips back on his cock. “I’m all yours, this cock is all yours, it’s hard for you always, Jesus-”

You whined in distress when you felt Jisung cumming inside of you, adding to the mess smearing all over your folds. You hadn’t finished, and you’d expected him to pull out, but Jisung slapped your hand away from your clit and rubbed it with his own thumb. It always felt better having one of your boyfriends touch you, and you clenched your walls tight on his cock as you came undone from the pleasure.

He kissed you deeply, tongue entering your mouth in a filthy exchange before he collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily. You looked up at him and he smiled, kissing your nose fondly before slowly pulling out of you.

Chan sighed, making you turn to him. Your eyes grew wide as he stretched his arms above his head, finally getting up from his seat and stalking towards you.

Jisung giggled, jumping up to sit next to Changbin. “You’re so in for it, baby.”

Chan gripped your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks almost comically. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, and then I’m going to cum inside that pussy so deep it’ll be dripping out for days. Okay?”

You blinked. “Did I piss you off?”

“You always piss me off, gettin’ fucked like that. So sexy, it makes me so fucking angry,” Chan mumbled, and you tried to suppress your smile. You let him manhandle you so you were face down, ass up, and he finally yanked your panties down and threw them to Changbin. He knew he’d want to keep them, but he always bought you another two pairs in apology, so it was alright.

You laid patient while Chan flipped your skirt up further, the pleats tickling the small of your back. He hummed, swiping one thumb through your messy pussy. You felt a little nervous, like you always did with Chan - he was the biggest of the three, and even after being fucked hard by Jisung and Changbin you were a little worried it would hurt. With a quick smack to your ass, Chan was pushing in, his cock stretching you to the point of disbelief.

“Oh, ‘s so fuckin’ big,” You whined, pushing your ass back. Chan chuckled, grabbing your hips with both hands and bottoming out inside of you. You could feel how wet you were, filled up with two loads of cum already and you felt so used. It made you clench around his cock. “You got a daddy sized cock, Channie.”

“Call him daddy then,” Changbin chuckled, and you bit your lip with a smile.

“You wanna be my daddy today, Chan?” You said teasingly, and Chan groaned, his hips starting to kick up a rhythm inside of you. Your smile instantly fell, falling in a blissed out expression with lips parted. Chan always fucked you so good, preferring you on your hands and knees so he could get inside you deep and watch your ass ripple on his hips.

He pushed your head down into the sofa with one hand, picking up his pace and groaning when you tightened in approval. “Pussy’s so fucking tight. How’s it so tight? You just got fucked open like a whore.”

You whimpered, trying not to thrash your legs. “I’m a whore? God, more, say more-”

“Talk dirty to her, Chan,” Jisung chimed in, his hand already back on his hardening erection. “She loves it.”

“I think you are a fucking whore,” Chan scoffed, his hand yanking on your hair. “I think you’re daddy’s whore, aren’t you?”

You gasped, nodding. “I’m daddy’s whore, oh- oh, ‘s so big, fucking hell, daddy!”

Chan positively whined, his lips coming to kiss at your shoulder. His lips were so plush, so thick, you couldn’t help but imagine him wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard - something he did often - and your toes curled. “Clench that cunt for daddy, c’mon. You need to make daddy cum, don’t you? You’re not good for much else, not one thought in that pretty little head.”

Oh, he had you. He knew you so well, knew you’d squeal at the way he’s talking, and you were obedient, clenching your fluttering walls around that fat cock. You still had protest in you yet, though, despite it coming out in fractionated words. “I wan’ cum too, daddy.”

“Changbin,” Chan started, and the man in question hummed in response. “Come kiss her the way she likes.”

You moaned in excitement when Changbin walked back over to the sofa, and then he was pulling your head up by your hair. Changbin always kissed so deeply, so passionately with his plush, doll-like lips, and he let his tongue enter your mouth. You sucked on his tongue, making him moan and grab your head harder. Jisung stared at you both in envy, and then he was walking over too, cock bobbing with a newly formed erection. He had no shame, stroking it right in front of your face as you wailed into Changbin’s mouth.

“Are you gonna cum for your daddy, bunny?” Changbin muttered against your lips, and you gasped, nodding. “I think you better do it quickly then. He may leave you high and dry, y’know?”

“He’s- he’s not that mean,” You protest, shaking your head. “If he does, I’ll go to Binnie.”

“Baby, c’mere,” Jisung sighed, and then he was grabbing your head, making you face his cock. He was pumping it feverishly, matching the pace of Chan’s hips inside of you, and you licked your lips. “I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?”

“God, if you cum on my face, I’m gonna fucking cum,” You keened, and Chan chuckled, smacking your ass.

“I think that answers your question, Sungie,” Chan mused, and Jisung nodded, smiling. His eyebrows were furrowed as he tightened his fist around his cockhead, and then he was throwing his head back, groaning as hot white cum painted your face. You just loved being treated like a slut - you were a self proclaimed whore for these three men, and as soon as the cum hit your face, you felt your walls tighten one last time. You writhed through your orgasm, only kept still by Chan’s harsh grip on your hips.

“Changed my mind,” Chan grunted, and then he was pulling out, tapping his wet cockhead on your asshole. You wiggled your ass as you felt him leak pearlescent drops onto the skin, and he started to pump his cock quickly. “I’m gonna cum on this fuckin’ ass.”

“Mm, do it,” You giggled, pushing your hips back. You felt his balls, heavy and full of cum pressing against your core, and you sighed. “Cum on this ass, daddy, c’mon. Mark it as yours.”

Chan groaned, a deep, chesty noise and then you felt the warmth cover your skin. He gasped through his orgasm, his cockhead leaking all over your ass as he came. You belatedly realised you were positively covered in cum, but the thought only made you smile happily. It’s what you’d gone to the studio for, after all.

You felt your body go lax, finally sated as you collapsed on the leather. Chan rubbed his hand over your hip soothingly, and then he was jumping off the sofa and running around the studio like a maniac. Jisung used his t-shirt to wipe your face, giggling.

“Where the fuck are the wipes? We’re gonna get cum on the sofa, what the fuck-”

“Chan, chill out,” Changbin chuckled. “It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last.”

Jisung shrugged, soft cock still slightly covered in his cum. Or, was it Changbin’s? You weren’t sure. “I can lick it up, y’know-”

“Yeah, sounds great, Sung. Then we get round two, and the song really doesn’t get done, does it?” It was hard to take Chan seriously with his hands on his hips and trousers around his ankles, and you giggled. Chan looked at you, trying to suppress a smile. “Don’t start. You’d love round two, I’m sure.”

“Of course I would,” You stretched on the sofa like a cat, knowing full well you were smearing cum everywhere. Chan groaned, but just shook his head, sitting on the computer chair. “I’m gonna take a nap. Feel free to wake me with cock, guys.”

“Insatiable,” Changbin scoffed, but he kissed your cheek anyway. “Jisung, back in the booth.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m totally ready now, actually. Let’s do this.”

You smiled as you let your head fall back onto the arm of the sofa, and you heard more bickering over the track before you let your eyes close. You were sexually sated, really, but the question was how long that would last.

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[43qh]

your writing is so lovely, I’m a writer myself but don’t think i’m that good but i wanna see you write quinn dating a very girly reader like one who loves pinks & purples, dresses, being dolled up sometimes, has an interest in vintage designer items or even has hints of pinks all around in her apartment. i could not stop thinking about what he would gift her if he would spot stuff in window shops on one of his days off that screams you all over it. like him buying it with a nice stain pink ribbon for your anniversary ugh i’m in awe thinking about it this past week 😩

quinn hughes x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 641 (sorry it’s so short !)

warnings: none! just quinn thinking of reader and being sweet

quinn observes you, looking at the pink skirt that dangles off your waist that is perfectly paired with a white shirt. you looked gorgeous. he felt out of place as he sat on the edge of your bed, wearing all black. quinn knew you liked bright colors, wore them often and your room was decorated like a fairytale.

he hums to himself as he watches you finish up your look, making you turn around at the sound. “do you like it?”

quinn smiles softly, “yeah, of course i do.”

you feel your body heat up at the genuine compliment, trying your best not to look nervous in front of him. he urges you to come towards him with a nod of his head. you follow, walking and standing between his legs. his hands trace along your bare thighs, looking up at you with love. you shiver at the touch, smiling down at him.

“i got you something,” he mumbles, looking at you with a sparkle in his eyes.

you pout, “you didn’t have to.”

he shakes his head, “wanted to.”

you watch as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a delicate box. you frown, seeing a designer name on it. he knew you loved things like this, but you knew it had to have been expensive. it wasn’t like quinn cared, though. as long as you were happy. spoiled and happy.

“open it,” he encourages, handing you the box.

you slowly open it, eyeing him for just a few moments before seeing what was inside. it’s a gorgeous heart necklace, a beautiful pink as it shines brightly in your room. your gasp and the smile on your face makes it all worth it to quinn. he had window shopped for hours before coming upon that gift. he always likes getting you something nice, something you can remember him by.

“put it on me?” you smile, turning around. quinn stands from his sitting position, taking the necklace out of your hands and clasping it together.

you reach a hand up, feeling the jewelry between your fingers and sighing. “thank you, quinn. i love it so much.”

quinn kisses you softly, “i’m glad you do, sweetheart. you look gorgeous in it.” he eyes the necklace around your neck, proud of his own gift as it matches the outfit you currently wear.

quinn never thought he would end up with someone who dressed the opposite to him, had an aura the opposite to him. but he did, and he didn’t find any flaws about it. you were his girl. the girl who loved to dress up, wear all these pretty clothes, show it off for him.

and damn, did he feel lucky.

quinn pulls one last thing out of his pocket, surprising you again. it’s another box. you eye him suspiciously, but don’t hesitate to open it. it’s a gorgeous satin ribbon, one for your hair. it’s a light pink, making you smile and bite your bottom lip.

“why am i being spoiled?” you ask, wrapping your arms around him. “i know it’s our anniversary but you didn’t need to-”

“because i love you.” he blurts out, looking you in the eye and putting a pause on your sentence, “i love you so much, and every time i’m out, i think of you. i think about the things you would and wouldn’t like. i think about putting these things on you and watching you flaunt.”

you smile up at him, tears starting to form quietly, “i love you so much, quinn.”

he dips down for a kiss, feeling how soft and pillowy your lips are. and it’s nothing short of sweet, nothing you aren’t familiar with but something you can’t get used to. it causes your knees to almost buckle below you, feeling him smile against your lips.

you were quinn’s gorgeous girl.

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[spidernuggets]

hi hiii love ur stuff, may i req hcs about jason dating a super femme girly girl, like wears mKeup, wears bows in her hair, gets her nails done n stuff etc? Also being a civillian, im ngl i feel like he’d be super protective, but i just think it would be so cute and he’d be the scary gaurd dog bf lmaoo

been waiting for a request forEVAH

Jason Todd x GirlyFem!Reader HCs

I feel like he'd date a very girly girl who is a hoarder and does not keep things in place. Like you have a shit ton of different types of mascara, concealer, pink eyeshadow. And when Jaspn mentions why you have so much pink eyeshadow, you claim that it's one shade for different occasions.

You also have a huge collection of accessories

Hair accessories, rings, bracelets, earrings

And with all these collections, you tend to lose them all.

"Jason!! Where's my pink bow!!" "You mean this one?" "Jason- No! That's Flamingo pink! I'm looking for Lemonade pink!"

He would help you choose what nail design to pick from when you get your nail done. You like your nails a little longer than average, but Jason's worried that they would easily break, bht you assure him that you're used to them.

In the end, he chooses red and pink nails (to have your nails match with his colour too 🤭🤭), with white pearls and heart charms.

You tell him he can come back later because you'd think that he would hate to wait around for your nails to get done. But Jason is an absolute sucker for you. You can have like a 5 hour nail appointment and he'd still wait with you.

You like wearing short skirts, and you always wear shorts underneath just in case, but Jason is so paranoid. He doesn't want others to look at you. He always thinks he's overreacting, but that doesn't stop him from walking close behind you while the two of you are out.

Even though you have so many accessories, every birthday, anniversary, Christmas, and such, Jason would always gift you with a more expensive piece of jewellery. Like for your anniversary, Jason gifted you a Swarovski necklace that had pink roses around it. And you never take it off unless you're showering our plan to head out in a crowded place and you'd be scared of losing it.

I think girly reader would wear very graphic makeup. Like pink hearts and white sparkles everywhere or butterfly wings on the outer corner of your eyes. When you're unsure of a makeup look you wanna do, you'd ask Jason to be your model. He'd groan and let you try your makeup on him, but he makes you swear you won't tell any of his siblings.

And when your face lights up, thinking that the makeup look on him was perfect, you rush out to do it on yourself, and he thinks if your face looks like that every time you just put makeup on him, then it's worth it.

Sometimes, when you go clubbing with your friends, you'd assure Jason that you'd be fine on your own, but the both of you have a worried feeling in your guts. So when you leave, you're kind of hoping Jason is following you. And obviously he is.

So when some big, strange, older man comes to try to feel you up, you shove him away, telling him you have a boyfriend. But him being stronger than you, he continues to push.

Luckily, your bigger and stronger boyfriend comes to help you, reminding the weirdo that you have a boyfriend. Jason doesn't need to say mire because the man is running away like a scared dog.

Your friends swoon over Jason, but you don't need to worry about being jealous because you already know how much Jason is devoted to you.

Since he's already there with you, why not enjoy yourself with him while you're both at the club?

You'd ask Jason if you can have matching nails with him. It didn't need to be acrylic nails. You just wanted the colours to match . And unfortunately for Jason, he could never say no to you.

So he glares at his siblings, especially his brothers, when they try to question his choices of colours painted on his nails.

Whenever the two of you are together at home, watching a movie or something, he loves to have you sit on his lap, especially when you're wearing a skirt, wink wink.

You try to match outfits with him without him knowing. He noticed, of course. So he's wearing his iconic brown leather jacket, you're wearing your light pink leather jacket.

You'd teach Jason how to style hair, so every now and again, you'd ask him to do your hair for you, obviously decorating it with a bow.

Eventually, when Jason tells you about his alter ego, Red Hood, you think he's the coolest and bravest man alive, in comparison to Jason's initial idea of how you'd react. He'd think that you'd drop him, leaving him on his own.

But when you meet some of Jason's female friends and colleagues, you get jealous that they're more skilled, brave, and closer to Jason's occupation than you'd ever be. Especially when you find out that some of them, like Rose Wilson and Artemis Grace, used to have some sort of romantic relationship with him.

So, for the first time in a while, you start to doubt your position in your relationship. You start wearing darker clothes, darker eyeshadow. Hell, you stopped wearing bows for a while!!

Jason quickly notices this and asks worryingly why the drastic change in appearance.

And when you confess it's to be similar to his exes, he takes the black leather jacket off you, takes a bow laying nearby (there's always at least one or two bows lying around wherever you are) and places it in you hair, giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

He assures you that he doesn't need you to be or look like them.

Because it was you who he fell in love with.

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This turned into a half oneshot for a hot second.

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[crushedsweets]

hey sucker! 😋😋

what would the creeps do for valentine’s day?

like yknow, would some be given small treats or do others treat it like a regular day?

happy belated valentines day! hope you guys had fun and shared some love with everyone around you! this is the closest youre gonna get to x reader content from me.

AGAIN THIS IS SET IN MY AU!!! MY AU IS PRETTY DETAILED AND HAS AN OVERARCHING STORYLINE WITH PRE-ESTABLISHED FRIENDSHIPS, SETTINGS, JOBS, CHARACTER ARCS AND WHATNOT....... so :3 yeah.

Tim and Brian probably don't do much. They'll totally grab some chocolates/candy and eat it, but just cuz its there, not as a gift. if they had a partner, they'd just go get some dinner.. flowers, basic stuff. put on an unironed button up and pick their partner up LOL.

toby might do something depending on where he is in the story. early on, he is not doing SHIIIIT. deep into his friendship with nina(who opens up a lot of his emotional vulnerabilities n stuff), he might feel a little inclined to pick up some flowers for some of the girls in his life (nina, clocky, kate, lazari) just cuz he used to do something small for his sister/mom when he was younger (cuz frank never did shit). if he had a partner, he'd def wanna do jewelry and classic flowers. he likes necklaces and rings and piercings and stuff, doesnt wear them much cuz they get in the way, but likes seeing people wear stuff he got. he's the type to make them turn around so he could put the necklace on them, but if they even slightly laugh at him trying to be sweet, he's getting mad HAHA. "ok nevermind im returning this you fucking suck" (jokingly.. but he is embarrassed). would just wanna stay home though, no nights out or anything

clocky would paint stuff. she'd give nina a portrait of herself cuz nina loooves being someone's muse, do some nice art of forest creatures and leave some notes for toby. she'd feel pretty awkward about it just cuz even when she was with her highschool boyfriend, she wasn't good at giving or receiving affection. if she's gifted any flowers (which she will be getting), she's absolutely pressing them and either sealing them in some paintings, or putting it in frames that hold her old art/art she picked up at thrifts. if she had a partner, she'd obviously paint them or something. i could see her spending a long time working through a journal to gift them, making every 3 pages a painting, drawing, or journal entry expressing something. "today you and i went to get lunch. i think the place was way too expensive, but you liked it." and then empty pages for her partner to fill in with whatever they want.

nina. ok come on. lets be serious. its nina. she's gonna buy everyone(as in toby, clocky, kate, jane, liu) one expensive gift (cologne, watches, shoes, jewelry, makeup) and then throw together mini bouquets, notes, and probably shop lift other smaller stuff cuz 'IM BROKE I SPENT TOO MUCH I HAVE TO' LOLLL.. she's the type to literally decorate her house for it, putting up some of clocky's more romantic paintings (cuz she has a collection of clocky's work), setting out heart-shaped coasters, bringing out heart shaped pillows.... honestly she probably already had those.... she'd absolutely plan galentines dinner for her friends, bake cookies, everything. if she had a partner, it would be really similar. she likes to spoil people, gift giving and acts of service are her ways of showing love - buuuut she does want to be spoiled in return, so physical affection and quality time is what she wants to receive. she wants to be treated like a princess, be picked up, have her doors opened for her, told she looks beautiful, etc.

jack is even less likely to do something than toby. before the sacrifice, he'd grab a cheap bag of individually wrapped chocolates and give them to people he knew around campus. i could see him buying the same chocolates and leaving it in his cabin. telling whoever visits him to take some. nina would leave him some flowers too(say its also from toby) and he'd be really grateful, cuz she'd be very sure to get him whatever he thinks smells the nice. that way he can still appreciate it. if he had a partner, YOU KNOW HE'S COOKING THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DINNER AT HOME. he's cleaning up, very awkwardly trying to dress nice. black button up, slacks, slick his hair back(or he'd just do whatever his partner says looks best, not too concerned with his own preference). he'd feel sooo fucking embarrassed and very nervous but he just wants to make it special. he'd write a long love letter, too

jeff isnt doing shit for anyone. he'll go steal some chocolate and mind his own business. if he had a partner, one that he ACTUALLY loved and wanted to keep around. maybe he'd pick up some flowers and chocolate, mainly cuz he knows thats the bare minimum sort of gift. he'd let them demand that day from him, which takes a LOT for him to let anyone feel entitled to HIS time. if he knows they have higher expectations (dinner, a letter, etc) he'd probably bitch and moan and be like "ugh you already know im into you why do i gotta do this shit" but if theyre serious, he'd probably do it. half assed though...

kates also not doing anything unprompted. she wouldnt even know the day is coming around. her only memories of valentines day would be passing out some candy and cards around class in elementary school, but once she was in the forest, nobody gave HER shit. she might pick some flowers and wrap it in some paper for people , but ONLY if she KNOWS they're getting something for her. like, she'd pick nina some flowers cuz she knows ninas doing something regardless, but she wouldnt get toby anything cuz she wouldnt have expected it from him. then shed feel bad. if she had a partner, again it'd be similar. she KNOWS she needs to put in the effort, but she doesnt exactly have the resources... the farm does pay her some cash since she works with the animals, but she mostly just gives it straight to toby so he can buy stuff for the cabin. but she'd keep it this time around, and quietly ask toby if he could come with her to get some stuff for them. some sweets, a necklace, scribble out a little letter. smth sweet.

janes married. and she goes all out of her wife. buys her like a 3dozen bouquet of red roses, sets reservations at nice restaurants, makes mary breakfast the morning of. all of that. i dont even know how to go into detail on this because thats just how it is for her, theres not some turmoil for her to work through. she'd also start getting sally some stuff. plushies holding hearts, balloons, sweet things like that. if she had a partner...WELL SHE ALREADY DOES!!!!

if liu knows nina is going to gift him something expensive, he's doing the same. he's going to grab her flowers and maybe some shoes or something he knows she's had her eye on. he wouldn't be really subtle about it, just text her "whats on your wishlist right now" LOLLL... he just appreciates nina's presence (after they get over the jeff situation) and likes having a little sister to spoil. he'd probably send jane a bouquet of flowers with a thank you note, since jane did a lot for him. if he had a partner, it would also be very stereotypical. date plans, picking them up, flowers, etc. he'd LOOOOVE to make one of those big baskets filled to the brim with random shit. would wanna come home and draw a nice bubble bath and have some wine. stuff like that in general...

ben, lulu, ann, and dina wouldnt do anything and wouldnt get a partner. lazari would draw some pictures for her friends! sally will draw something for jane and mary

#creeped #not everyone gets equal love cuz...idk #uhh #ticci toby #clockwork #nina the killer #eyeless jack #jeff the killer #jane the killer #homicidal liu #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta fandom #i like when u guys call me sucker im like :D HAYYY

[athenadione]

i wanna wear his initial (on a chain around my neck)

I know it's super late, but I wanted to share my fic for damirae sauce week. I hope you enjoy! (Rated E for explicit sexual content) Words: 2,059 Read HERE on a03

Raven’s sure that most people would never consider Damian to be a generous person. It doesn’t help that he keeps even the closest of friends at arm’s length. She’s also sure that it doesn’t bother him that most people refer to him as distant and cold. He’s always held his cards close to his chest, and keeps those he cares about most even closer. 

And as his favorite (a true honor), Raven knows that Damian is more generous than he’d ever admit. So much so in fact, that Raven isn’t surprised in the slightest when he’s knocking at her door with a quiet excitement in his eyes. All while holding something behind his back with both hands. Refusing to show her until he’s completely inside, away from the prying eyes of their teammates. 

“What is it?” Raven asks, taking the elongated velvet box from him carefully. 

“Open it and see for yourself habibti,” Damian tells her, affection clear in his voice. Her eyes flit up to him a moment, already feeling the smile growing on her face. Her lithe fingers make quick work of the sheer bow wrapped around it. When she lifts the top she doesn’t hold back her surprise. 

“Damian, this is…”

“Adequate?”

“…expensive.” 

It’s obviously hand-crafted, probably from some obscure jewelry artist requiring a password to meet at a secret location. (She’s kidding, well mostly). Even so Raven can only begin to imagine how Damian had the time to commission this without her knowing about it.

“Tch, you deserve the best omri. I won’t stand for anything less.” 

She touches the outline of the necklace delicately. It’s pure silver, and simple. A dainty chain, ending with an embellished ‘R’ full of tiny emeralds. R for Robin, so she can wear it out in public. My Robin. 

“It’s beautiful, put it on for me?” She asks, handing the box to Damian.

“Of course.” 

She turns around and walks to her mirror, gathering her hair over her shoulder. When she feels the ghost of his fingers at the base of her neck it sends a shiver down her spine. Then his hands come around her head with the necklace. 

“So…you like it?” He asks as he starts to clasp it. 

Raven trails down the R with her forefinger, staring at her reflection. The chain settling against her neck is cool to the touch and electrifying. Wearing his initial around her neck feels…thrilling. 

She turns back around to face him as he finishes. “I love it,” she says, standing up on tip-toes to kiss him. Her arms wrap around his face and his hands find her waist when she pulls him down to bring his lips to hers. “Thank you habibi,” she murmurs against his lips. 

“It’s just as much a present to me,” he admits against her skin as his voice drops an octave, “now everyone will know exactly who you belong to.” 

A sizzling heat settles in her lower abdomen as goosebumps rise on her skin where his breath tickles her ear. “All those poor women are in for a world of hurt once they realize Robin is officially off the market.” 

“Good,” he says, nibbling the shell of her ear, “they should have known I’d never be interested in any of them anyway. How could anyone ever compare to you?” 

Raven’s never been great at accepting compliments, but with Damian she’s learning. Still, it doesn’t stop the light shade of red she feels heating her cheeks as she answers him with another kiss. 

The heat of his mouth moving against hers is a slow burn. They take their time exploring one another, delighting in the pathway of their hands on each other as Damian takes the lead—nibbling softly on her bottom lip. She sighs at his ministrations, relaxing further into his hold. Damian starts to play at the zipper on the back of her leotard while leading her backwards towards her bed. 

“Is this okay?” he asks her, and Raven nods, helping him slide the straps down her shoulders.

“Yes,” she breathes, “It’s more than okay.”

She leans into his chest, fingers slipping underneath his belt to tease him as his hands skin over her arms. Marveling over the gentle way he cups her face in his hands, and the care he takes to help her undress. Trailing soft kisses down her shoulder, following the path of her leotard as it slides down her legs. 

“Tabdū rāʾiʿan, you wear our initial so beautifully,” he whispers with reverence against her calf as he helps her step out of her spandex. Raven sighs at the feels of his 5 o’clock shadow scratching lightly against her leg. It’s not enough friction, she needs more, but she knows better than to rush him. Damian likes to take his time, and she’s learned the hard way what happens when she tries to push him. She nearly shivers at the memory. 

That night he had turned her into a wet, sobbing mess. It had ended with her begging for mercy as he had continued to make her come again and again. So many times that she had eventually lost count. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asks and looks up at her, and Raven’s breath hitches at the sight of him. Inches away from where she needs him the most, hands tracing delicately over her skin to reach the swell of her hips. 

“You of course, and how very talented you are,” she teases, her hands finding themselves playing with the strands of his dark, curly strands of hair. 

He hums, “you flatter me,” his hands tighten around her hips and he lifts her up onto the edge of the bed, “but you’re just as talented you know.” 

“No argument there,” she laughs at his raised brow before drawing his face back up to hers for another kiss. Letting him push her back until she’s surrounded by pillows, and his frame settles over hers. Close enough that she can feel the warmth of his arms around her face. 

“I think you’re overdressed,” she says, her hands gripping the edge of his uniform tucked into his pants. 

He stops her with his hand on her wrist, “Not yet, I want to look at you first. I want to watch you come for the first time wearing my necklace.” He fingers the chain between her breasts, before brushing his thumb over one nipple. “All mine,” he says as he teases the bud into a tight peak, “I want them all to know you’re mine.” 

Raven moans, chest heaving as he turns his attention to her other nipple—taking it into his mouth. “Y-yes,” she stutters when his tongue swirls around it, “I’m yours beloved.” She pants as he continues, as wetness continues to gather between her thighs. She wants to squirm, press her legs together to relieve the tension that’s building there so quickly, but she knows the pay-off of waiting. So she doesn’t plead with him, just whimpers, when Damian traces a single finger around the hood of her clit, so devastatingly slow. 

“So good omri, you’re being so patient,” he grips one of her thighs before hitching it over his shoulder, the act giving him more access to her. “Can you be still for me? I want to taste how sweet you are.”

“Yes, yes, albi, please,” she responds, gasping when he lowers his mouth over her clit. Her back arches off the bed just a little as she struggles to not move. Her hands tangle in the bed sheets as hot pleasure starts to build inside of her. His lips expertly nibble as his tongue darts out, sketching circles around her nub. Then he slips a finger inside of her, and it starts to pump in a rhythm that drives her only higher towards her peak. 

Her orgasm catches her by surprise, ripping through her body, and she cries out—her hands reaching to entangle in his hair again as he helps her ride through it. He plants small kisses to both of her inner thighs, murmuring words so low she can’t understand what they are. 

There’s a light ringing in her ears and she’s covered in a line sheen of sweat when Damian starts again. Enclosing his mouth around her clit once more. Raven shakes her head against her pillow as her hands shakily reach to pull him up, “Please, no more Damian. I want to feel you inside.” 

He glances up, and brings his fingers up to his lips, covered in her essence. “You do taste sweet Raven. So sweet that I want seconds.” His mouth lowers unto her again, “One more, then I’ll give you what you want.” 

She’s shaking by the end of her second, gripping his shoulders like a life-line as he pushes her back over the edge. He tells her how beautiful she is, a goddess incarnate, when he considers going for thirds. She begs for him to stop instead, “You promised,” she says, still breathless. 

“You’re right, I’m sorry omri. You just taste so good, I couldn’t help myself,” he says as he moves to stand, giving Raven a short reprieve. She watches as he undresses, taken by the way his muscles ripple under the light from the nearest window. 

He catches her staring, sending her a light smirk before it melts into something more intimate, “Are you okay? Do you need a break?” he asks. 

Raven smiles warmly and shakes her head, “I’m good, just enjoying the view.” 

“Likewise,” he quips, moving to settle his length right over her core. He kisses her shoulder as she moves to grip his forearms. 

They groan together, breath intermingling, as he moves inside of her. Going slow until he finally bottoms out, and Damian gives Raven a moment to adjust to the feel of him. The delicious way he fills her up. And then he moves again and she throws her head back with a moan as he starts a punishing pace. One that she can’t help but be swept into, can’t help but drown in the tidal wave of their pleasure. 

Damian quickly finds the spot that draws out more whimpers from her lips, and he lowers her mouth to swallow her cries. She drinks in his kiss greedily as he builds them both back up to orgasm, his fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles that contrasts his more shallow and well-placed thrusts. Then he pushes them both over the edge together with a final stroke, moaning her name into her neck as he spills inside of her. 

Her own orgasm is mind-blowing, and Damian continues to thrust languidly, drawing it out as long as he can. He moves the sweaty strands of hair out of her face, curling them behind her ears as he kisses her again. Long and slow and full of devotion. For her. It makes her heart squeeze with emotion. 

“I love you,” she says, accepting more kisses at her temple. 

“I love you more,” he tells her, rolling onto his back while pulling her on top of him. She listens to his heart beat as it starts to slow, relaxing in the afterglow of their love making. One of her favorite parts. 

Damian makes them sit up as he reaches for her mini fridge, pulling out two bottles of water before uncapping one and handing it to her. She accepts it while murmuring her thanks, and takes a few greedy sips, not realizing how thirsty she really was. After a while they settle back against the headboard as Damian uncaps his own bottle.  

Raven starts to play with her necklace, admiring the shine of the emeralds as it reflects against the light. “You know I really do love my present, but next time I have a different necklace in mind to wear,” she says with a light smirk. 

Damian catches the playful lilt of her voice and looks down at her with a raised brow, “Oh? And what did you have in mind, beloved?” he asks, just before taking a sip of water. 

“Your hand.” 

Raven laughs as he chokes on his water in shock. The mess on her comforter is completely worth the look on his face. She’ll pay for it later for surprising him like that, but that’s okay. 

She’s counting on it.

#damirae #raven #damian wayne #fanfic #damian x raven #damirae sauce week 2023

[brokenjere]

seveteen going under (j.f) (ch. 19)

seventeen going under (j.f)

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synopsis: when jeremiah disappears, yn is left all alone on the dance floor but when he returns, he doesn't find her dancing solo

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Jeremiah was gone a long time. After the escort dance, they played slow and boring ballroom music and let people mingle. I could see their fake smiles hidden behind their fake lips plastered in expensive lipstick. Susannah flew around the room talking to her country club friends. The women that volunteered instead of work. The women that think their kids are the best kids and no one else compared. They stroked their daughters backs as Susannah gushed about how beautiful they looked and then she moved on to the next family. The boys sat by the stage in a huddle, none of them except Steven and Conrad really having family here it seemed.  

Shayla sat with Steven, her arm draped over his leg in a lazy intimacy that made my stomach twist into knots. Conrad stared at me from where he sat and leaned back against the steps. I stayed in my chair, fiddling with the elbow length gloves I was forced to wear. My mom was talking with her hands about something I’ve already long forgotten about and my dad just loved to listen to her. Belly, Cam, Shayla, Nicole, Conrad, and even Freaking Gigi were all laughing and having a good time while I sat here and waited for my date to return to me. My date. My boyfriend. My best friend. My Jeremiah. Whatever he was, he had disappeared and left me sitting here alone. 

I could join them, I thought. I could go over there and no one would think twice about it but I secretly liked the game that Conrad and I were playing from across the room. He watched me intently until I looked back at him and then we watched each other. He shifted on his butt, his hair falling into his face so he had to push it back, exposing his forehead. He adjusted his jacket and tie like he was clearing his throat and I trailed the chain of my necklace with my gloved finger. It was a necklace Jeremiah got me for my sixteenth birthday. He gave it to me a few weeks early because he was too excited to wait. It had a moon charm dangling from the chain. The card read: “I will always love you to the moon and back.” I haven’t taken it off since. 

He shuffled his feet, his toe of his left foot hitting the heel of his right. I tucked a loose piece of hair behind my ear and used my tongue to pick out a piece of rubbery chicken from dinner and then washed it down with the glass of white wine in front of my mom. She swatted my hand and I pretended not to notice. Then, the lights went dark and every scurried off to their respective tables. Jeremiah was still not here. 

“The waltz is about to start,” Belly said when she reached me, dipping her head close to mine so she could whisper it in my ear. “Where’s Jere?” I shrugged my shoulders and stood up. I was well aware of all the girls finding their reliable, safe, and handsome men while I stood like a deer in headlights searching for mine that would not be found. I should have followed him, I thought. Why didn’t I do that? 

Shayla shot me a concerned glance from her and Steven’s spot on the dance floor and I shook my head. I started to circle the room, asking anyone and everyone if they had seen him. I knew no one had. No one left besides him. He could be anywhere at this point, maybe not even in the country club. How could he do this to me? 

When I reached the table again, my mom met me on the dance floor. “Where is he? Why’d he take off like that earlier?” I started to shake my head almost uncontrollably. If i wanted to, I could burst open like a dam and flood the entire room with tears but I couldn’t let that happen so I sucked them back up. I was breathing so heavy I thought all the air in the room would go inside my lungs. She put her hands on my shoulders. “I’ll go find him, okay?” I nodded but it was too late. I told her that. She said, “no, it’s not. Just wait, okay? I’ll go find him.” I nodded again but still didn’t believe her. She disappeared out of the same door he did not that long ago and then I was alone on the dance floor while everyone had their person. Where the hell was mine? 

When the music started and the slow drum of the song we listened to in practice reverberated through my bones. I felt his hands on me again like a phantom pain in my limbs and I heard his laughter as he spun me around and I felt sick and alone. I don’t know whether I was spinning or if it was the room but when my eyes focused, Conrad was standing and he was walking toward me with his hand outstretched. “I know all the moves, remember?” 

I hesitated and swallowed all the things I thought I knew and I took his hand. I thought I was destined for Jeremiah Fisher. But destiny, happenstance, is only romantic when you choose that route, too. When you knowingly and willingly fall into place just as the universe intended you to do. So I took his hand and let him lead me in the waltz. His hands were firmer than Jeremiah’s. He held me with purpose and ease. We did not fumble over each other’s feet and we did not laugh. We stared at each other with such intensity, everything around us faded away. 

He twirled me and I felt as if my eyes never left his. His feet moved like he does this dance in his sleep and it was easy to follow him. My feet chased him like squirrels in the park. His steady and even breathing called out to my rapid breaths and told them to slow down. He was here. It was okay. Everything was going to work out. How did he do that? Steady me without saying a word? He twirled me again and I caught a glimpse of sandy blonde curls. Sad eyes and sagging shoulders. My hands landed on those of his brother. 

“Good?” He asked me and I nodded. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. Conrad kneeled down on one knee and held his arm up over his head. I held it loosely and circled his body like I was instructed to do in class. The boys were told not to watch. Face forward. Do not look at the girl. Conrad was stone-faced and I swear, he saw Jeremiah, too. Watching us. His face was cold and hurtful. But he left me. He made this happen. Conrad’s touch felt too hot for me at that moment and I craved for the blonde boy across the room the way you crave chocolate after a hardy meal. 

We kept moving the way we knew how. The only thing to do was to keep going. Keep going and going until the music stopped and everyone clapped and it was just him and I, heavy breathing and clammy hands. “For what it’s worth,” he said, “I’m glad it was me.” 

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t reply. I just stepped out of his embrace a little too early and wiped his sweat off onto my white dress and cleared the room to Jeremiah. I ignored everyone staring at me. “Where were you?“ I hissed at him, dismissing the fact I was just waltzing with his brother. His hands were in his pockets and he was leaning against the back wall. I don’t know if anyone else saw him come in. He wasn’t even looking at me. His eyes were somewhere over my shoulder. 

“I had something to do.” His voice was cold. Colder than I had ever heard it before and I shivered despite being hot. “You looked good out there.” His eyes darted down to me. 

“Don’t flatter me”

“I’m not. I’m just stating a fact. You two are a good couple.” The word couple spat out of his mouth like a hidden piece of broccoli on his dinner plate he didn’t anticipate eating. It hit me in the face with a thud. 

“What?” I stuttered on my words. He didn’t know. How could he know? 

“Where were you?” Conrad. His voice came from behind me. Jeremiah looked up almost startled to see him but he straightened his shoulders like he was ready to fight. A soldier going off to war. 

“I took Mom’s phone. She had some pretty interesting emails,” Jeremiah said. I felt a wall of tension forming, brick by brick. Interesting emails. Couple. He couldn’t know. He couldn’t. 

“Jere, not now,” Conrad said in a low voice. The whole ballroom was alive with motion now so I doubted anyone was paying attention to the skeptical that was happening in the back corner. 

“Why not? You seemed to want to have it in with Yn earlier. So why not have it in with me?” He pushed himself off the wall, stepping closer to his brother. I stepped out of the way and I was no longer a person of interest. He had heard and he hadn’t said anything. He heard before he left. He kissed me like he loved me, yet he knew. Conrad looked at me, panicked and Jeremiah said, “don’t fucking look at her.” I flinched. 

“We don’t need to do this now. Let’s just go home.” Conrad reached for his brothers hand and instead of going with his big brother, as Jeremiah so often did, he snapped his hand back and used it to punch Conrad in the face. A square hit right in his left eye. 

“Jeremiah!” I yelled but it went unheard from him. Conrad stumbled back, holding his eye but he didn’t throw a punch back. 

“You should have told me!” He yelled. Now we were collecting an audience. I saw my parents standing up and Susannah pushing herself out of the chair and then Jeremiah hit his brother again. “You knew she was sick and didn’t tell me! And then you fucked my girlfriend!” His voice was laced with poison. Acid spat between his teeth and hit him again. Conrad tackled Jeremiah now, if only to get him to shut up. He never threw a punch back. They just wrestled on the floor and I helplessly tried to pull Jeremiah off of him by his tuxedo jacket but it was no use. They only stopped when Susannah yelled at them like she did so many times in their childhood. Like they were fighting over a used toy. Maybe they were.

“What the hell is going on here?” She asked, obviously not having heard the words exchanged between them. The boys looked at their mom and their features softened.  I loved that about them. That no matter what, they were mama’s boys deep down. Everything and anything for Susannah Fisher. 

“I think they know,” my mom said from behind her. I looked at her and I think, without really knowing, she knew everything. I was still attached to the umbilical cord that grew out of her body and she could read my mind. See my thoughts. Live in my feelings. Susannah looked at my mom confused and then back to the boys. 

“We know. I’ve always known,” Conrad admitted. I saw Susannah’s heart sink and then, from somewhere in the crowd, little Belly asked: “know what?” 

Laurel ushered her two kids out of the ballroom. I could almost see them now: crying. Hugging. Hearing that their Susannah was sick again and wouldn’t make it this time. Little Belly, who looked so grown up today and was a blossoming teenager, curled in the fetal position as her life tipped upside down. 

Susannah tried to usher her own kids out, but I reached out for Jeremiah before he could follow her.  He flinched. “Can we talk?” I asked him quietly. “When you’re available?” 

“I don’t really have much to say to you right now. You should have told me.” He looked at me as he walked out of the ballroom. Still as if we were the only two people in the universe. I watched and watched until he was gone and i was surrounded by strangers wondering what this little girl had gotten herself into. I wish I knew. I wish I knew. I started to drown. The current pulled me under until I couldn’t breathe and I was a gasping, floundering fish in the ocean tidal wave. 

My mom said it was a panic attack. What happened to me at the debutante ball. She said it was normal. She said it had happened to her before, too. That it was nothing to worry about. My dad carried me out of the ballroom bridal style and all the way to the car. I didn’t remember a thing. My head was under water. Even now, as I lay in my bed of cloud-like pillows with the night sky calling out to me, I felt dazed. 

I remembered Jeremiah and my body screamed for him. I checked my phone. No messages. I locked it and put it back under my pillow. I’m sure he was with his mom. That’s where he needed to be. Not with me, consoling the inconsolable. I was a blubbering mess but my mom wasn’t dying. She was right downstairs, probably reading a book or watching an old reality tv show that no one cared about anymore. My dad was probably holding her hand. They probably chatted about how to help me. What they should do. Oh, our poor daughter. Yeah. Their poor daughter. Who was crying over a boy with a dying mom. I didn’t shed a tear for Susannah. My sadness was all my own and I felt selfish for it. It made me cry harder. I think I cried myself to sleep. 

The next morning it was raining. For a town that never saw rain, there sure was a lot of this summer. Maybe the universe knew that this summer was doomed for the rain. The gloomy skies and cracks of thunder. It was still dark out. The sun was still sleeping. 

There was french toast and eggs on the table and bacon sizzling on the stove top. Dad was flipping them over, taking all the little hits of grease as they splattered his arm. “Good morning, kiddo,” he said. I wrapped my arms around his middle and he kissed the top of my head. I was grateful he was here to flip my bacon. “How did you sleep?” He pretended not to see the bags under my red and swollen eyes. 

“Decent enough. Where’s Mom?” I asked. I pulled out a stool from the breakfast counter and sat down, my feet dangling. I liked to sit here where my feet don’t touch the ground. It makes me feel like a child in the best way possible. Like I still have room to grow. 

“She’s at Susannah’s with Laurel. I think they’re all just taking a day, you know? With each other. Now that everyone knows.” 

“Have you heard from anyone? About Belly and Steven? How they’re doing?” He sighed and set down the tongs he was using. I held my breath. “The boys?” I added in a whisper. 

“Belly and Steven are going to be okay. They’re all going to be okay,” he said. His back was still turned to me. He prepared the paper towel and one by one he placed a strip of bacon on it and padded the grease dry. 

“Even if Susannah dies?” If wasn’t really the word I should be using. I knew the finality of it from the moment Conrad told me. She beat it once but twice was a long shot. I didn’t know if anyone really thought it was an option. 

Susannah could fight it if she wanted to. She could fight a snow storm in flip flops and a sun hat. She could fight a tornado with no shelter and weather any storm that dared to face her. But I don’t think she wanted to. The last time she got sick, her brain turned nearly to mush. She couldn’t stay awake. She lost most of her hair. Her eyes didn’t sparkle. She wanted her eyes to sparkle and if she lost the fight all those years ago, with unsparkling eyes, well, the thought alone would have killed her.  If the boys and I were to be at her deathbed, her eyes better be fucking sparkling. 

“There was a trial that Adam and Laurel found online. They shared it with your mother and the three of them asked Susannah to participate. She met all the criteria. She didn’t want to, at first.” There was a long pause. “The boys convinced her to try.”

“That doesn’t mean she won’t die.” 

My dad slammed his hands down on the counter and turned toward me with a fierceness he couldn’t muster very often. I shuddered and sank into the chair. “She might die, Yn. You’re right. She might also live. She might also be able to watch her boys go to college or get married. She might be able to watch them have their babies of their own. Or she might not. She may only make it to Spring. And that’s something we can cross when we get to it, alright?” By the end of his rant, he was less angry. He was back to normal. He handed me a plate of food and patted my hand and told me he loved me and then he went next door through the backyard and I pretended that it was a black hole into an alternate universe where Susannah was happy and the boys were happy and I was six feet in the ground. 

Jeremiah’s POV 

I stayed up most of the night crying. I knocked on the wall that Belly and I shared like I had done before, but usually, I’m calling for Yn. I knocked twice, instead of the three times meant for her. I love you. That’s what the three meant whether she knew it or not what we started it, that was what it always meant for me. She knocked back and then she was in my dark room. Her hair had fallen in her face with effortless messiness that made me smile. Her pajamas were still freshly pressed. Something I’m sure my mom did this morning just so she’d have nice pj’s to sleep in. It was the kind of thing my mom did. 

I scooted over in my bed to make room for her and she crawled in like she did when we were kids. We often used to do this in the summer house. Share a bed. Share a seat at the dining room table. Share a shake at the movies. We shared a lot. Now, we’ll share grief. I let her lay next to me in bed and when she started to cry softly, the floodgates in my eyes also opened. We lay there, more vulnerable than we had ever been with each other, and cried. Eventually, Belly fell asleep. She stifled her tears and shut her eyes and the water on her face dried up into her eyelashes. 

There was a lot of crying that night. Mom cried as she sat me and Conrad down and told us the whole truth. That she had relasped. She was no longer in remission and she would not try to fight it again. “Why not?” I asked her, tears running down my face and snot bubbling out of my nose. “Fight for us.” 

She said the trial didn’t guarantee results. She wouldn’t dim her life to save it. She wanted to go out authentically Susannah. She refused and refused and cried and cried until Conrad, with too many tears choking his words, croaked out: “Please, mom.” Then, she conceded. We fell into a pile of limbs and tears and grief for a mother not yet gone. I don’t know how long we stayed like that. Long enough for my arms to go numb and the waistband of my dress pants to start to hurt. When we untangled ourselves, Mom put us to bed like we were kids and I snuck out like always to see my big brother. 

I did that a lot when I was a boy. When the age gap between Conrad and I seemed far greater than it did now. He was the older brother. Cool and interesting and I always wanted to tag along. We’d get put to bed and when the hallways were dark, I would go to Conrad’s room to see him awake and reading under the covers. He would let me hang out for a while, telling me stories about his day that, when the sun was shining, I was too young to know about. Now, as I creeped into his room, there was only sadness and anger and a hint of distrust. He didn’t trust that I wouldn’t hit him again. My knuckles throbbed at the thought. 

“I’m not going to hit you,” I told him as the door shut. He loosened his tie enough to pull it over his head. He tossed it on the bed along with his jacket but he still eyed me suspiciously so I held my hands up in surrender. 

“Then what are you doing in here?” 

“Why her?” I asked before really thinking about it. I didn’t have a speech planned. No grand argument bubbling inside of me ready to erupt. That was my only question. Why did he have to love her, too?

“I can ask you the same thing,” he said. 

“No you can’t. She was always mine. Since we were kids. She was my person.” 

“You can’t just claim her because she’s your best friend. She’s allowed to fall in love outside of your little bubble. How long were you planning on being the only boy in her life?” 

“Forever,” I snapped. Forever was always the goal. I could not imagine a future that didn’t exist with her in it. There wasn’t one. “She was always mine.” 

“When you weren’t kissing Vivian?” His head cocked to the side and I wanted to punch him again. Harder this time. With no one to stop me. His eye was bruising from earlier but instead of feeling guilty, I regretted I didn’t make it worse. “That’s why she came over, you know? Because she was so fucked up about you kissing Vivian. That almost killed her.” 

“Good thing you were there, huh? Conrad to the rescue. Always there to save the day. Did she come to see you? Or was she there for me?” He was quiet. I had gotten him. She went looking for me and fell into his arms instead. What if I had heard her or seen her before she was in his bedroom? Would she have went up with me? Could we have been doing this since Spring? The thought made me sick with regret. “Why’d you do it? You had to know. That we loved each other.” 

“I had just found out about Mom,” he said. Shrugging as if that explained it all away. “I was upset and she was upset and it just happened. I didn’t really think about it.” I didn’t really think about it. Taking her virginity was just a Friday night activity for him. Something he didn’t really need to think about. Friday night. The night Vivian kissed me. I remember it all so clearly now. The pieces were falling into place. 

“You came in my room that night, didn’t you? While I was asleep. You said you needed a condom. I thought you had called Audrey over for a late night booty call but it was Yn, wasn’t it?” Conrad looked away and refused to look back at me. I clenched my fists, begging myself not to hit him again. He was still my brother, after all. “Wasn’t it?” I repeated. 

“Yeah,” he mumbled like a little kid getting caught doing something bad. He stared at his feet. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Mom and I’m sorry I fell for her and I’m sorry I did that to you.” 

“I’m sorry, too.” I walked out of his room and to my own. I put my pajamas on. I brushed my teeth and took a shower and laid down in bed and wondered how the house would smell if Mom wasn’t here. Would her perfume still linger in every crevice of the house? Would there still be remnants of flour and sugar and chocolate chips all over the kitchen from when she bakes cookies every weekend? Would the windows sparkle the same from her cleaner and would all the wood in the house still smell like lemons? 

Then I thought about the house next door and how that house would always smell the same. Yn will always live in every stretch of fabric and her shoes will always be in the front entrance hall and I will alway climb through her window because she will always leave it unlocked. For me or for Conrad? Was she disappointed every time it was me that slipped through? Would I ever get over the ache that echoes in my chest when I think about them together? Or when I see Conrad’s face? Is this the thing that breaks the unbreakable?

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Any Objections? (Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth TF/TG/MC)

This story contains female to male TF, character TF, and identity death as well as Wrightworth shipping/romance.

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“Looking for something in particular?”

A voice disturbed Griffin, who was currently hunched over the top of a display case, filled with rings, all of them beautiful, finely crafted….and expensive. He jolted up, meeting the eyes of the clerk.

“Oh...yea.” He rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly chuckling. The clerk looked him over, trying to read him for what he wanted. Decently groomed short chestnut hair, a purple polo shirt and pressed jeans, brown leather dress shoes...probably had something decently important later today. And considering what kind of jewelry he was looking at….

“You’re proposing later, aren’t you?” Griffin paused, nodding.

“How did you?...” He sighed, his shoulders slumping. “Ugh, yeah. But everything’s so expensive...I’ve been saving for practically a year and even then I can barely afford any of the good ones!” The clerk watched him as he went back to pouring over the rings, struggling between getting his loved one something they deserved and something he could pay off.

“Actually..” He perked up, holding a finger in the air as his icy blue eyes pondered a thought. “I think we might have a set of rings in the back for decently cheap, $100, $120….but they still look rather nice and are of high craft. Would you like me to see if we still have them?”

Griffin nodded, letting out a sigh of relief. “Really? Oh thanks, man, you’re a lifesaver!”

“Ah, no problem. My job is to help people find what they’re looking for, after all! Now if you’ll excuse me…” He walked off, headed into the forbidden parts of the store unknown to the commoner. After a few minutes, Griffin (who had started scrolling through Twitter) was brought back to reality by the sound of something being set on the glass in front of him, along with the clerk’s statement of “Take a look”.

Two small ring boxes were laid in front of him, one coated in red velvet and the other in blue. He lifted the red box, popping it open to reveal the contents inside. A rose gold band, with two small diamonds and one ruby crowning it. The edges of the band flares, giving it a ruffled pattern almost like creased fabric. Ooh...this would be perfect for her! He picked up the blue box, inspecting its hidden treasure as well. It was a similarly simple pure gold band, two sapphires on either side of a diamond tucked away in a golden four-pointed star. He looked back to the clerk, grabbing both of them as he fidgeted his wallet from his pocket.

“You said these were…$120?” The clerk nodded, leading to Griffin slamming the money on the counter. “Oh man, thank you so much! She’s gonna love this, I-I can’t thank you enough!” Placing the ring boxes in a bag for him, the clerk waved as another satisfied customer ran off.

The rest of the day was as normal as it could be for a day leading up to such a big event. Griffin called to double and triple-check his reservations were still in place, re-washed and ironed everything he was wearing for later, and took an intensive shower. Everything had to go perfect for tonight. Soon enough, after what felt like both no time at all and a full eon, his doorbell rang. Answering it, he was met with the face of his beloved Kelly. She had dressed similarly nicely, a long somewhat shimmery orange dress accompanied by a pearl necklace. Her blonde hair had been neatly curled at the edges, letting it frame her face in a rather flattering way.

“You look nice.” Griffin stuttered, eyes darting across the room as she chuckled.

“Thanks. You too.” She grabbed his hand, leading him out the door. “C’mon, we should get going. You said this place was expensive, and I don’t wanna miss our chance to eat $100 steak.”

The car ride over was nice, Kelly looking out the window at the late-night city’s lights. Her eyes drifted over the scenery, soon enough settling on the restaurant they had arrived at. She had known it was a fancy place, but she didn’t expect it to look quite this nice. The building had strings of fairy lights dangling from it, and as they walked in, she took note of how well everyone was dressed. She started to think she might’ve underdressed for the occasion.

“Mr. West? Ah yes, we have your reservation. Please, follow me.” The waitress led the two to an empty table, one which happened to be on the patio. A nice open space, no one else outside, illuminated by the moonlight….it was perfect. Griffin kept a hand on the two ring boxes in his pocket, waiting for the perfect moment.

Whatever was above must’ve taken a shine to them that day, as the dinner went perfectly. Their food was cooked to perfection, the wine the servers brought out was a rich palette, and all night the moon and stars were perfectly visible and bright. As Kelly polished off her second glass of wine, he gripped the boxes tighter than he ever had before and sighed.

“Hm?” Kelly placed her glass down, focusing on her partner. “Something wrong, Grif?”

“No, it’s just….we’ve been together for a while now and...you’re really important to me. I

realized I found something I don’t wanna lose. So….” He took the red box from his pocket and held it out to her, letting her see as he popped it open. “Will you marry me?”

She gasped, grabbing the box as she teared up. “Oh my God….yes!” His heart pounded out of his chest as she slipped the ring on, admiring it. He had taken the shot and hit a bullseye.

“The best part?” He held the blue box in his hands, showing its contents to her. “They’re a set. We match!” Putting his own ring on, Kelly practically pounced on him as she pulled him into a hug that turned into the two holding each other’s hands, rings resting against each other. It felt like a moment that would last forever…..until they withdrew their hands in shock.

“Ow, something shocked me!” Kelly rubbed her hand, surprised by the indignant interruption.

“Yea, me too….might’ve been some static electricity or something in the rings.” Griffin explained to the best of his knowledge. That was a thing that could happen, right? Metal conducted electricity.

“Mhm...probably. Felt a bit stronger than static, though. It was just...weird.” She unconsciously flexed her fingers to fully shake the feeling, although a new, even stranger one replaced it. Her hands began to shift, growing broader and more well-groomed, like they belonged to someone from the upper class. Though the expected tightness of the ring becoming too small for her fingers was strangely never present…

“Maybe you just aren’t taking your wine well.” Griffin chuckled, taking her hand in his in an attempt to comfort her, only to realize how large it was compared to mere moments ago. He gulped, feeling his hands become a bit more comfortable in holding hers, the change nowhere as near as drastic as Kelly’s but still something concerning. His arms tensed, swelling with a slightly toned layer of muscle new to his form. He took his hands from Kelly’s, looking over them. Sure, he admittedly never held his wine the best, but he’d never hallucinated before, and he’d definitely never actually felt it.

“Grif? Do you think someone put something in our food?” She took a longer, more well-built arm to her chest, feeling the fat layered on it melt away and replace with an admittedly not too shabby set of pecs. “Wh-What?” Her face flushed, eyes widening at the realization that whatever was happening to them had decided to shift her sex around.

“I’d like to see whatever drug can do something like this at all, let alone this fast!” He gripped onto a chair’s back, groaning as his back popped, leaving him slightly taller and, as a cursory scan of his new body would reveal, sporting a new set of abs. “Woah...this is...something.”

Kelly, meanwhile, was not as enthralled with her changes as Griffin was. She felt awkward enough in her dress already, and the cracking of her spine and toning frame didn’t serve to help. What only made things worse was the notable pressure she felt from her high heels, confirming her fears as the sides of the shoes gave, leaving her feet exposed in the cold night air. “Ugh….just kill me now….”

“Hey, cmon, don’t be like that.” Griffin pulled her into a hug, grinning in an attempt to ease her fears. “This probably won’t be that bad.” She looked up at him, desperate for some form of comfort. It was probably just the changes, but...he looked so much more handsome than usual. His jawline was sharper, his eyes had cooled to a soft smoky grey, and his formerly chestnut hair had burnt to a dark black, even changing how it was styled into a striking slicked back and spiked look. Something about it was…..familiar and comforting.

Griffin swept a bang from her face, letting him look at her shifted face. He let out a quiet gasp, her heart sinking.

“I-Is it bad?” She clasped her hands together, still feeling the ring.

“No, you’re...you’re gorgeous.” His hand rested against her cheek, taking everything in. Her face had gained this strong stoic look to it, almost statue-esque. His hair had faded to a platinum, combed into a set of bangs that perfectly framed his face and made similarly pale eyes stand out. “I...wow.” He’d never felt this strongly towards...anyone. He took one of her pearls in his hand, only to let go of it as he realized it had gained an odd fabric like texture.

Kelly watched as her pearl necklace flattened and softened, the chain around her neck becoming the same silk as the pearls now were. She brushed over it with her hands, the string now a rumpled scarf of some sort...what was the term? The word “cravat” suddenly popped to mind, albeit she didn’t know where from. Yes, that was right.

Griffin coughed as something tugged against his throat, looking down to see a bright red tie had formed around his neck. More notably, where it touched seemed to sap the red from his shirt, leaving it pure white as the still-blue edges tugged away from itself, leaving him with a formal white undershirt topped with a sapphire blue suit jacket. “Guess they have a stricter take on business casual than I thought…” He awkwardly joked as he watched the blue spread down to neatly pressed dress pants, his changes finishing with his shoes expanding slightly and shifting into dark leather.

Kelly brushed her face, slightly flushed from Griffin’s new form. …..Griffin? Was that right? No, that...that wasn’t it. What was his name, though? As she thought, her clothing underwent its own metamorphosis, bleeding into a combination of a black vest and a deep red suit jacket, albeit this one more high quality than her partner’s. The material shared its conquest of her wardrobe with her partner’s changes, as the ends of her dress wrapped around her legs into fanciful perfectly tailored wine red pants. Her shoes even got a second shot as the heels flattened to the ground, a refined pair of leather dress shoes.

“Is...is it over?” The two looked at each other, Griffin pausing at his new voice. It was young, nothing too outstanding on its own but probably could be with some power put behind it, like some form of objection.

“I...I believe so.” Kelly gasped, putting a hand to her throat as she felt her new Adam’s apple. The voice it had given her was a rather pleasing one, deep and proper, the voice of someone who really knew what they were doing. “My...this is all so….” She didn’t get to finish her thought as she trailed off, Griffin taking her hands one again.

“Not what I expected to happen tonight, either. Can’t say I’m too mad though.” Kelly blushed, Griffin’s face equally red as he leaned in for a kiss, which she gladly reciprocated. That simple act sealed the two’s fates as when they pulled back, a different, more fitting set of memories and personality traits belonged to the pair.

“Wright....must you be this extravagant?” He looked around the patio, taking in the almost storybook-like picture the two found themselves in.

“Of course. Nothing else for my Miles.” Edgeworth turned his head, leading Phoenix to giggle.

“You’re an embarrassment.” He tried to come off as his usual stern self, but the slightest hint of a smirk on his lips was his lover’s cue to keep going.

“Hey, you know how I get when drunk.”

“I suppose I do, Feenie.” Miles slipped his hand into his partner’s, only for the two of them to pause and investigate the rings they didn’t remember putting on.

“Guess I was a bit more drunk than I thought….” He looked away, rubbing his neck in that ever-so-Wright way. A pause of awkward silence, before he sighed and reconnected eye contact. “Hey um….even if we don’t remember it...would you still...you know…”

“Of course, you idiot.” Edgeworth full on smiled, a rare sight, and grabbed Phoenix’s hand once again, planting a kiss on his cheek. Even if they didn’t quite remember how they got here, this proved to be the best night of their lives.

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Sweeter Than Sugar and Twice As Sharp

Behold! The ultimate cutie of this blog! It's Lily!

Bases by Destinys-Heart and ShinanaPixelBases on DeviantArt

Detailed breakdown and separate baby and kid forms under the cut!

As per usual, we'll be going top to bottom!

The ears. Lily is a fennec fox and fennec foxes have big ears, but baby fennec foxes especially are 90% ears, so the same is true for baby Lily.

Generally, I based Lily's fur colors off of real fennec foxes. Their tails are surprisingly dark!

Have you ever seen fennec fox teeth? They're tiny and razor-sharp. I settled for giving Lily only the canines, in true cute anime fashion. Still, those things cause serious ouchies. You do not wanna be bitten by them.

Funny story about that necklace: I simply didn't like that there was so much dead space in kid Lily's collarbone area, so I decided to add a necklace, but I didn't know what kind of necklace. So, I looked through my gallery and found screenshots from the garden of Kaya's mansion. One of those screenshots showed the pond with the gigantic lily pads - and water lilies! A pun? Perfect! Thus, Lily got a water lily necklace, and I will turn this into a plot point in a future fic because I have something very sweet for it in mind <3

The necklace was originally meant to resemble rose gold, but I'm not sure if I want it to be actual rose gold yet since that would be expensive. We'll see...

Ah yes, the dress. The bane of my existence. I found it on Pinterest and decided that Lily just HAD to wear it. And so, I spent hours drawing and coloring it :) - But I think it turned out really cute!

Lily is a ballerina, in case you didn't know, so she gets the typical tights, leg warmers and shoes. She would actually be in the correct age range to be starting to dance en pointe! Also, her being a ballerina just makes sense to me? She needs a little hobby and ballet just seemed perfect. One day, I'll write some cute scenes of her asking Sanji to help her train...

No shoes on baby Lily both because I did NOT wanna draw those again and also because a five year old should NOT be dancing en pointe. Their poor baby toes and legs and... entire bodies, really. So, she's barefoot like a true kindergartener on permanent summer vacation

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[abigail]

hi abigail! i hope it’s ok to ask about this - where do you get your amazing jewellery from and do you have any tips on building up a collection? every time you’re draped in gorgeous layered necklaces it’s like 💔💔 so so good!! kiss!

hi lovely !! thank you so much omg and of course it’s okay to ask :-) honestly happy to share anything i can when it comes to styling stuff lol but yes !!

i’ve had a lot of my jewellery for years tbh and if i’m honest and a lot of it is secondhand ! i’m lucky to have lots of charity shops/vintage stores in the area i live/work so i always like to nosy what there is whenever I can, i really recommend if you’ve got any secondhand stores near you to never miss the jewellery section, often it’s not a lot of stuff but you can find some beautiful stuff sometimes !! if you’re able to too, if you go to an area that’s got a lot of like.. rich people living in it (lol) check out the secondhand stores there ! because i’ve found charity shops in areas with more people with money usually have more jewellery than other charity shops idk ! but also there’s online too like vinted/ebay/depop/etsy - just of course have an idea what you’re looking for and use the search tools to really narrow it all down !

i do buy new quite a bit with jewellery though, some of my favourite places to get them is regal rose (i usually wait for them to do a sale though unless it’s something i know i realllllyyy want), livia wednesday (everything is handmade and so beautiful ! because it’s handmade it is a bit more expensive but in my opinion it’s totally worth it.. i’ve got quite a bit from her and i’ve never personally had any issues !! easily my favourite place to get jewellery with pearls and whatnot hehe), i’ve also got a bunch of things from mysticum luna before (i haven’t so much these days because their recent collections haven’t quite been for me but i do still love the things i have and really recommend them !!), and for cheaper stuff/costume jewellery i do like asos !! they’ve got sooo much stuff and i love the tool bars because it means you can really narrow down what you’re looking for which is helpful and doesn’t mean you’re scrolling for hours through thousands of products ..

another thing i do is buy charms and add them to my own chain or earring hoop !! charms are everywhere and usually pretty cheap, so if you get various chains of different lengths and thicknesses or pearl beads or whatever you’re wanting, you can add the charms to them (i find them a lot in charity shops too and they’re always like £1 or something super cheap) - going off this too i like to move my jewellery about, like today for example i have a locket with a skull on and i changed it’s chain to a shorter one so then it can be stacked different with another necklace than what i usually do y’know ? it just means i don’t always have to do the same stack of necklaces every time, i can change them about to work with my outfit easy too and it keeps it all a bit more fresh looking i suppose !

oh and see if your parents/grandparents have any old jewellery they’d give you !! honestly you’d be surprised, i asked my dad not long ago and he gave me a lot of old rings from dead relatives i had never met and some then random but very cute bracelets hehe :-) and if there’s anything you don’t really want anymore see if any of your friends would wanna trade with you (same with clothes too if you have friends who are the same size and have the same style as you !)

for building up a collection honestly i’d say to just get pieces you know you’ll keep for a long time (hopefully forever !!) and getting pieces that you know you can wear with loads of different things etc if you get me ? like easy to dress up or down !! and of course make sure you look after your jewellery :-) i’m not sure what else i can suggest other than that i’m sorry !! but yeah i hope all of this was some help to you at least :-) take care <33 mwah mwah

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[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1163: Christmas Shopping Shenanigans (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

7:55 p.m. at New Donk City's Metro Grand Mall Center........

The Jewelry Store

Fox: (Looks Down at the Glass Display Case in Front of Him) Okay, let's see......Hmm....(Points at Some of the Necklaces thar Interest Him) This would look nice on her.....And that one......Ooh, now that one looks a-

'Ahem'

Fox starts getting startled and quickly turns around to see his friends Samus, Falco, and Banjo staring at him.

Fox: Uh....(Leans himself Back on the Case with an Awkward Smile on his Face) H-Hey guys....What's up?

Samus: (Raises an Eyebrow While Crossing her Arms Together) Foxy.....What are you doing?

Fox: Oh, you know. Just.....doing some Christmas shopping and whatnot?

Falco: (Already Unconvinced) Really? At a Jewelry Store?

Banjo: (Raises an Eyebrow in Genuine Confusion) An expensive one at that?

Fox: Hey, I had to start somewhere. And besides, it's the only one I can find here that isn't completely crowded yet.

Samus: ....Riiiiiight. You're not trying to buy any an expensive jewelry for a certain blue fox lady for Christmas this year, are you?

Fox: ...........I can't......Confirm or deny that accusation-

Samus/Falco: Fox!

Fox: ('Sighs in Defeat') Alright, alright, fine! You caught me! I couldn't tink of anything else to give to her...(Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) So I figured a necklace of some kind could suffice. And before anyone get more on my case, the thought of coming to any of you guys for advice hasn't really crossed my mind since then, not like I wanted to bother you all in the first place....

Falco: Yeah? Well, you maybe should have the thought jammed into that thick skull of yours, dumb-dumb!

Samus: You know we wouldn't have any problem helping you with this, Foxy. We always got back.

Banjo: (Smiles Reassuringly) Yeah, we would've thought of way better gift options than some necklace.

Fox: Hey, what's wrong with giving her a necklace?

Samus: Well, for starters, like we mentioned, most of jewelry in here are expensive. Even more so than the ones Smash Mall has to offer. Second, you and whatsherface aren't close enough for you to go out and buy her a necklace to begin with. (Forms a Sly, Teasing Smirk on her Face) Unless~

Fox: (Sighs While Facepalming Himself) How many times do I have to tell you that we're not even close to dating each other again? And her name is obviously Krystal, Samus.

Samus: I know. Doesn't mean I trust her completely though.

Banjo: You ever thought about getting back to together with her someday? I think you two would be really cute together.

Samus: (Rolls her Eyes) To some capacity....

Fox: Samus

Samus: What? Just saying.

Fox: (Turns to Banjo) I thought about it sometimes, but I wanna focus on maintaining our friendship for now if that make sense.

Falco: (Casually Shrugs) Works for me. But since were on the Krystal topic, that leads us to the third reason of why your necklace gift is stupid.

Fox: Really don't think there's anything inherently wrong with the idea.

Falco: Yeah, unless you're desperate love puppy, which you ain't. Now, don't interrupt. As what i was saying, I, your best friend and first bro, highly doubt Krystal would want you to go out of your way to buy her something crazy expensive. Hell, i know for a fact she'll scold you if you do that.

Fox: ('Sigh') You're not entirely wrong there...But what else should I give then?

Falco: I remembered her telling me she's been wanting one of those pleated scarfs to wearing the rest of winter. It ain't grand and all, but it's somethin' at least.

Banjo: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) That would be a neat gift to give her. I'm actually thinking about getting Kazooie one myself.

Samus: I'm doing the same for Chun-Li and Li-Mei. Heard the wintertime is getting even chiller this time around and I don't want my girls catching themselves a cold or flu.

Fox: (Simply Nodded) Then it's settled. We'll give our respective love ones scarfs for Christmas this year.

Falco: Sounds like a plan for you guys. In the meantime, I will be giving my gal these limited edition air rider's boots. (Shows the Gang a Picture of the Black Leather Boots on his Phone Before Rolling his Eyes) She hardly shuts up about even before we got here.......

Exotic Clothes Store

Luigi: (Walks in and Look Around the Store with Daisy Following Behind) You sure there's something in here Lili would like? (Starts Blushing at Few of the Most...... Risqué Outfits and Items Present) I-I don't I have a clue where to start looking.......

Daisy: Yeah, this is a first for me too. (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) But she is a little more stylish and adventurous than the two of us combined. (Turns to Luigi) You think she'll like any of these outfits in here? I can picture her looking good in some if them.

????: Lovely idea~

The duo turns around and see their pink haired, succubus girlfriend standing behind them wearing a red leather jacket and skirt.

Lilith: (Lowers her Sunglasses Down) But having a wonderful, loving plumber and princess such as yourselves, are far more amazing gifts than this place has to offer~

Luigi/Daisy: (Happily Gasps at the Sight of.....) LILITH!~ (Rushes Over to Hug their Girlfriend)

Luigi: What are you doing here?~

Daisy: We missed you so much!~

Lilith: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness as She Hugs her Partners Back) You guys!~ I missed you more!~ We just got done doing another runway show around this city. So we decided to spend the rest ofbthe holidays here.

Daisy: We?

Lilith: Me and Morrigan. (Rolls her Eyes) She's probably out flirting with some random guy again.....

Meanwhile Somewhere at the Middle of the Mall.....

Morrigan: (Sitting Next and Talking Someone on the Bench) So you're telling me you used to be a king of this....."Dreamland" you speak of?

Dedede: Yeah, those were the glory days I tell you what. (Crosses his Arms While Forming a Cocky Smirk on his Face) Accomplished quite a lot during those fruitful times.

Morrigan: Ooh really now?~ (Smirks Vack in a Seductive Manner) Do tell, my dear~

Dedede: (Chuckles Lightly) Well, personally, I ain't the most bragging person in the whole globe. (Leans Closer to the Long Haired Lady) But I'm more than willing to break a few boundaries for a pretty thang like you~

Morrigan: (Giggles Softly) A humble gentleman as well?~ Is there any more of you that meets the eye?~

?????: How about an uncle of many?

Dedede immediately gets startled as he looks up and see Cloud and Tifa staring down at him and Morrigan with disapproved looks on both their faces.

Morrigan: Oh my. Hello, there. (Turns to Dedede) Are they friends of yours, dear?

Dedede: (Quickly Turns Away) Nope. Never seen those two in all my life.

Cloud: Never seen those two my ass. (Marches Himself Over to Dedede) C'mere!

Dedede: What the- (Suddenly Gets Dragged Put if his Seat by Cloud Pulling his Ear Forward) AUGH! Let go boy! That's my good ear your pulling!! Hey!!

Tifa: (Politely Bows to Morrigan) We are terribly sorry about that, ma'am. He is most certainly with us. (Waves Goodbye While Following Behind the Others) Have a Merry Christmas!~

Morrigan: (Happily Waves Back) Likewise~ It was nice meeting you, Former King of Dreamland!~ (Giggles Properly)

Dedede: No, wait! Get me back there! I ain't done talking to her yet! At least let me give her phone number FIIIIRST!!

Cloud: Shut it, De!

Back at the Exotic Clothes Store

Lilith: So~ How's your family holiday going along so far?~

Daisy: Pretty good for the most part. We roamed around the city, saw the Christmas Parade, met the mayor who's.....(Leans Closer to Lilith and Place her Hand Beside her Ear with a Smirk onher Face) Get this: Peach's been jealous of the longest time now!~

Lilith: Oooooh!~ Scandalous!~

Daisy: (Snickers a Bit) It's more cute than anything. Especially when she tries so hard to hide it.

Lilith: (Giggles Softly) Aw~ I feel for her. Can't remember the last time I was ever jealous of something myself. (Turns to Luigi) What about you, sweetie?

Luigi: (Shrugs) I have a few jealousy moments I can of think, most of which involves me and my brother growing up. Ooh! Speaking of which, we're gonna visit our family after Christmas is over with. You're more than welcome to come along with us, but uh.....Fair warning, our folks can be real......(Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking Again) REAL pain sometimes.....Mostly around me.......

Daisy: (Hugs her Man's Arm) Our poor baby's been stressing himself out about this since we first got here. (Starts Piuting at Him) After I specifically told him not to.

Luigi: ('Sigh') I knooow, but I can't help it! It's been years since we've all seen each other and everyone's expectations of me have been going haywire since the day Mario and I left on our own in the world. I just wanna make them proud and see me for who I am rather than being Mario's baby bro or worse, his shadow.....

Daisy: (Given Luigi's a Reassuring Smile on her Face) Hey, I have no doubt in my mind that they'll to be proud of you for what you've accomplished so far. (Points at Herself Confidently) And if they start getting doubtful, you bet your ass I'll be here to brag you every step of way!

Lilith: (Happily Joins in on the Luigi Hugfest) Me too!~ I wanna brag about how much of a total sweetheart you are to the both of us.

Luigi: (Chuckles Lightly) Thabks, girls, but you really don't have to go out of your way to do that for- (Suddenly Hears the Sounds of Screaming as He Turns to See a Crowd of People Running Outside with a Raised Eyebrow in Confusion) Me?

Daisy: The heck is going on out there?

Lilith: Don't know. Maybe the real Santa's here?

Daisy: Or the mayor. She's practically like a rockstar in this city.

Lilith: Make that a One-Hit Wonder. I don't think I ever heard her sing something other than "1-UP Gal" before..

Luigi: Maybe she never got the freetime to wrote new material.

Daisy: Yeah, maybe.

Meanwhile Back in the Mall..............

The crowd of people continues running straught through the area, looking aimlessly for the Mayor of New Donk City to perform for them once more. Unknowingly to them, the mayor in question has been hiding behind one of the three giant nutcrackers along with Pit and Sora.

Pauline: ...........Is the cost clear?

Sora: Hmm.....(Slowly Moves his Head Away From the Nutcracker to Watch the Crowd Continue Running From Afar) Yeeeup. They seem to be long gone for now.

Pauline: (Let's Out a Sigh of Relief as She Steps Out From One of the Nutcrackers) Oh Thank God....And here I thought they would never leave me be.

Pit: (Steps Out of the Other Nutcracker Along with Sora) There were so many of them out there.

Sora: Yeah, no fooling. But i wouldn'tsay it's too surprising. (Turns to Pauline With a Smile) This city does have a pretty cool mayor after all.

Pit: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Definitely.

Pauline: (Smiles Sheepishly at the Duo's Comments) Oh you boys are too sweet~ But I'm pretty sure they only wanted me to give them an encore if anything....

Pit: Oh for that "1-UP Girl" song you did on the parade days ago?

Sora: (Gives Pauline a Thumbs Up) Very nice performance out there by the way, Mayor.

Pauline: (Bows Politely at Sora) Thank you. ('Sigh') But honestly, I think I'm starting to get real tired of singing that song as of late......

Sora: Is that so?

Pauline: (Simply Nodded) Its the truth. (Looks Up at the Glass Ceiling) I know it's practically the city's anthem at this point, but I've been more than ready to start new material for the longest time now. Wish I would have a lot more freetime to do so, but mayor work is hardly ever finished completely I'm afraid.....

Pit: (Gives Pauline a Reassuring Smile) I'm sure you'll get a longer break you deserve one of these days, Mayor. It just takes some time, you know?

Sora: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Exactly. And we're sure that newer materials you'll be working on will sound just as amazing as the original.

Pauline: (Stares at the Duo For a Brief Second Before Smiling Back) Right. I'll continue to do my best to bring satisfaction to everyone as mayor and a performer. In the meantime, is there anything you two need in return for helping me just now, I'm happy to do it.....Just so long as it isn't anything illegal.

Pit/Sora: (Grabs Their Respective Chins While Thinking) Hmmmmm......

The duo huddle together to discuss their offer among themselves for a few seconds before separating and turning back to Pauline.

Pit: Actually~ If it won't be too much of a trouble for you......

Sora: We would really love it if you make a visit to the hotel lobby Christmas Morning. Maybe perform Christmas song or two for the occasion.

Pit: With our assistance maybe?~

The duo then rapidly blink their eyes with silly, puppy dog looks on each of their faces.

Pauline: (Giggles Softly) Very well!~ It would be my honor to perform a Christmas melody for you all.

Pit/Sora: (Pumps Their Fist Up in Rejoice) YES! Uh....('Clears Throat')

Pit: Glad we've reached a fruitful conclusion.

Sora: Yes. Super glad.

?????: Ohhh boys!~

The trio turns to see Viridi, Kairi and Riku making their way towards them.

Viridi: You two're not causing any trouble here, are you?

Kairi: ('Gasps') Oh my gosh! Mayor Pauline!

Riku: (Politely Bows at Pauline) It's so nice to properly meet you for the first time, ma'am.

Pauline: (Smiles at the Three) Likewise. I take you all are acquainted with these two?

Viridi: Yeah, they're our adorably obnoxious boyfriends we reluctantly fell in love with.

Sora/Pit: (Comically Glares at the Goddess of Nature) RELUCTANTLY!?

Viridi: Kidding, kidding. We fell in love with you guys wholeheartedly.....But you two are still equally obnoxious.

Sora/Pit: ARE NOT!!

Viridi: (Glares Back at the Boys) Are too. And quit yelling at the same time, unless you wanna prove my point even further!

The boys and Viridi starts arguing among each other in front of everyone else.

Pauline: (Turns to Kairi and Riku) You three must be really lucky to have those two in your lives right now, huh?

Kairi: (Smiles Softly) Oh you have no idea.

Riku: (Smiles Sheepishly) They are our Rays of Sunshine after all....

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[palettepainter]

What do all of the cousins want as gifts?

You know despite drawing them in their winter wear I actually hadn't given it much thought on what they'd want for Christmas. Hm...

Liv would probably like mugs with silly graphics on them, or a nice hoodie or pair of fluffy socks. She's also a big horror fan so she'd love any type of horror movie or piece of merchandise from a horror movie she's seen already

Zephyr would sorta like the same things, she loves her fashion so any piece of clothing or jewellery piece she'd love. Call it cliche but she loves bubble baths, so any nice body wash she'd love too

For Penny and Laser i'm not too sure. Laser is the more enthusiastic one when it comes to the holidays, while Penny is a bit more 50/50. She's not comfortable with huge groups of people and much rather prefers smaller celebrations, Christmas can sometimes be a bit much for her. She'd appreciate something like a notebook/diary to help her with her work, or anything that has to do with manatees (they're her favourite animal)

Laser would love anything, but not a plant. he's really bad at remembering to water them so the plant would probably end up dying, or Penny rescues it from him. Like Liv he'd love goofy stuff like mugs with silly graphics or fluffy socks, he'd also love hair products since he takes great pride in his hair. He always appreciates a pair of new shades since he's constantly wearing them, or maybe a (sorry if I got the name wrong for this) a chew necklace. When stressed or board Laser chews his fingers, he doesn't wanna chew his clothes cuz they're expensive. When he was younger and in the early days of his career the chewing got really bad, so a stim toy he can chew on would be perfect for him

Raph: scented candles. This guy spends way too much on scented candles and it only doubles at Christmas. Raph already smells or oranges and cinnamon thanks to all the candles he has in his home, he's always burning through candles so he'd love anymore. He also loves cute potted plants like mini cacti. Raph also loves gardening, it's one of his hobbies, so any appropriate gardening wear that won't get ruined if it gets dirty will always get used by him (maybe a nice sunhat for when he's gardening in the summer)

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Tipsy

peter parker x reader

summary: Peter plans to ask you out tonight–sober, but instead he asks you out drunk

warnings: peter not being able to handle his alcohol 

w/c: 3.7k

a/n: i posted this last week but of course tumblr was being a bitch and it didn’t show up in the tags but enjoy!

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“Do you know when she’ll be here?” Peter leaned against the bar, looking over the choices on what he could possibly get.

“Dunno--can I get a whisky?” Harry asked the bartender and they nodded, going to get a glass and the bottle.

Peter sighed as the man handed the glass to Harry then looked over to him, “you?”

“Just the water's fine.” He nodded and left the boys alone again. Harry gave Peter a strange look as he sipped his drink. “Wanna keep a clear head for tonight.” He explained. “I think I’m going to ask her out.”

Harry raised his eyebrows, almost choking on his drink. “You’re doing it tonight, huh? Think you’ll chicken out again?”

The bartender placed Peter’s water on a napkin and left to tend to someone else. Peter rolled his eyes at his friend's words. “I’m not going to chicken out-”

“-again-”

“Not the point. But it’s simple, all I have to do is offer a drink, flirt, then ask her out on a date.” Peter said, matter-of-factly. “There is no better place to ask her out.” Peter gestured to the rest of the large room with guests all around.

Tonight's gathering was one of Tony’s charity balls, with a surprising amount of celebrities and just overall rich people coming to show support and donate--although, most of them probably were there for alternative motives. In Stark fashion, the ball was extravagant. The room itself was most likely worth more than Peter himself; chandeliers with expensive diamonds dangling, priceless paintings hung up on the walls. And the people attending were a completely different type of rich. Gold rings and silver necklaces adored peoples bodies. Suits and dresses styled to perfection, not a piece of imperfection in sight.

It was safe to say that this is one of the most classy events that Peter has ever, and will ever, attend. There was no better place than to ask you out. Not to mention he had it all planned out: first he would offer you one of your favorite drinks, do some casual flirting, and then ask if you want to go out on a date. Though, now that he was here--waiting for you--he soon realized that this plan was not specific enough at all.

“Dude,” Harry snapped Peter out of his thoughts and pointed at the staircase. He turned around as his jaw slacked a little. You were wearing black gown, one that made Peter swear you were an angel. Not an imperfection in his sight.

Except for the devil that had his arm around you.

You were smiling, the type of smile that is only shown when he makes you laugh, not whoever you were with. Not this person who doesn’t know you like he does.

“Who is that?” Peter spat, his words a bit too harsh for not knowing what was going on.

“Mhmm.” Harry squinted his eyes to get a better look at who you were with, and to focus a bit better. “Manny something… I think his dad is some other tech giant.” Harry waved over the bartender, “can I have another?”

“Can I have one too?” Peter asked, sighing as he rubbed his forehead.

“Thought you wanted a clear head?” Harry joked, trying to change Peter’s suddenly unpleasant demeanor.

“Thought you were supposed to hype me up?” Peter said tad harshley.  The bartender placed the two glasses each on their own napkins and Peter quickly drowned his glass, it stung the back of his throat and started coughing.

Harry patted his back and took a sip of his own, biting his lip to hold back a laugh. “It’s a sipping whisky, dude.”

“No shit.” He coughed again, then straightened his back. “And there’s no point in keeping a clear head now. Not with him around.”

“Peter, stop being so fucking dramatic over everything.” Harry sighed, then when he glanced away from Peter and caught your eye and smiled, he quickly shoved at Peter to get him to focus.

“Hey boys.” You chimed, still walking next to your friend. “This is Manny.”

Harry greeted him with a handshake while Peter just asked for another glass. “Nice to meet you. From Roxxon Energy right?” Harry quired.

The tall man chuckled, “yeah, me and my dad are here to support and donate to the charity. We always take on the opportunity to support the homeless” Peter turned around with a glass in hand and you removed your hand from Manny’s arm. “I ran into y/n just outside and we wanted to catch up.”

“I thought it was a charity for kids-” Peter started

“That’s nice, anyway I’m Harry and this,” Harry shoved Peter, interrupting him while pulling him away from his drink. “This is Peter, excuse his moodiness.”

Peter rolled his eyes and you bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing, not wanting to be on the receiving end of one of his moods. You knew better of course. Last time he was like this was when you missed hanging out with because of work, you tried to make it up to him, but he was acting just like this.

“Peter, I'm so sorry I’m late.” You slammed his door shut as you dropped your bag and jacket on the floor to look for him. “Peter?” You shouted, but there was no response.

You entered his kitchen and saw a single dirty plate, and excess food stuffed away in the pot that was still on the stove. You raised an eyebrow, but didn’t think too much of it. Maybe he just made too much? Maybe he just wanted leftovers for lunch tomorrow?

You didn’t realize until now that soft music was playing. When you looked over to the table, you saw it was set up for one person, while the other spot opposite it was bare, excluding the placemat where Peter must have sat.

“Peter?” You yelled again, continuing to look around the apartment. You heard a crash then what sounded like a tumble from down the hall and you quickly to the sound.

You entered his room and found him sitting up on his bed, bottle of alcohol in hand, with his laptop open playing some weird video compilation.

“Peter?”

He looked up at you and you saw his red puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, and an alcohol stained shirt. His eyes widened as he quickly wiped his nose with the back of his hand and hid the bottle on his side poorly behind a pillow. He slammed the laptop shut and threw it to the opposite end of his bed and used another pillow to cover his face.

“Peter.” Your voice was stern but laced with concern. You went over to his side of the bed and calmly sat down in the right spot so you weren’t touching him. You took the bottle and kicked it further away from you both, regardless if it even had any liquid left in it, it smelt revolting and with Peter’s alcohol stench, you didn’t need anything else clogging your senses.

“Peter, come on, you should at least lay on your side.” Peter pulled the covers up over him and you sighed. But to your surprise, he reluctantly did as he was told and rolled over to his side. Away from you of course, but you didn’t know why he was acting like this.

Normally when he’s drunk he gets all loud and starts laughing at the most random things. But now? It was clear to you that he was at least a little tipsy, but why did he start drinking? Did it have something to do with you working late? Or whatever evening he had planned.

“I’m going to get you some water, alright?” You patted him on his back through the bedding and got up. On your way to the bathroom, you put his laptop on the floor, just so it wouldn’t get crushed. You filled a cup up and walked back to his room and held out his drink for him.

“Drink.”

Peter shuffled around under the covers and shook his head.

“Come on Peter, I don’t know how much you’ve had tonight and you need to stay hydrated.”

“No, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Peter-”

“No, just leave, I’m fine.” Peter grumbled a little louder this time. “Just go.”

You sighed and quickly thought about what to do. You didn’t want to leave him alone, not in this state, but you wanted to respect his wishes.

“I’m leaving the water here.” You placed the glass on his bed side table and got up. “I’m going to crash on the couch tonight, let me know if you need anything, ‘k.”

Peter grumbled, but not stopping you from staying, knowing damn well that all his super strength couldn’t get you out if he even tried--not that would ever want to. When he heard his bedroom door shut, he let out a breath. He partly sat up and started drowning the water; thankful for your presents at last.

“I’m not moody.” Peter groaned, but reluctantly held out his hand for Manny to shake. Manny smiled and Peter gave a half hearted one back, though Manny didn’t seem to notice or care; Peter used his strength and squeezed his hand just a bit too much, when Manny let go, he rubbed his hand. “Just thirsty.” He took another sip of a different beverage that he somehow ordered with a sly smirk.

Harry eyed him suspiciously and made a mental note to ask about it later. He clearly saw how irritated Peter was and knew that calling him out on it infront of you would make everything worse.

“It was nice meeting both of you, and y/n, let me know how that offer turns out.” Manny smiled, politely kissed your cheek then left. You waved him off but didn’t see Peter's jaw tese or his nose flare.

“What's this offer of yours?” Peter spoke up, a little bolder as the drinks were starting to hit him.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You blew it off, moving past them for the bar. “Just a water please.” You told the bartender and he handed you your drink.

“No, no, don’t blow us off. What's this offer?” Harry nudged you, giving you a smile to butter you up. “I’ll pay for our lunch tomorrow.”

“Fine,” You sighed. “I kinda got this offer for an important position at my work...” You sheepishly said. Peter and Harry’s eyes went wide and looked like they were going to shout. “Shut up, I can’t say much about it yet, but I’m really proud of it so far-”

“Y/n, I’m so happy for you!” Harry yelled a little too loud for your liking, but luckily everyone was too engrossed in their own anecdotes to their friends to care about people at the bar.

“W-why didn’t you tell us?” Peter asked, his voice was softer than before. Not as aggressive but more stressed and confused. Every detail about Peter’s life, he shares with you; and he easily understands how you aren’t as open as him, but this? Leading a foundation and doing your dream work? How could you not share any of this with him first?

“It's a lot of publicity and I wasn’t sure if I could handle everything.” You shrugged, drinking your water. “Plus it wasn’t important.”

“How could it not be important?” Peter bellowed. This did turn some heads and you could hear some whispers. Heat went to your cheeks at the drifting eyes and you never so badly wanted to punch Peter.

“Peter, what's got you so mad?” You asked.

“Nothing! I’m perfectly fine!” Peter drowned another drink and tried to walk away, but in reality, ended up stumbling away, only barley not falling on the floor and embarrassing himself.

“What's wrong with him?” You wondered out loud as he walked away, taking a glass of champagne from a tray on the way.

Harry wondered what he should say for a moment. It was obvious that he was upset that your friend was with you, Peter was jealous and it seemed that everyone knew it too. “Dunno”

He wondered what he should do, but before he could say anything more you both turned your heads at the sound of glass breaking. Everyone seemed to have the same idea as you, heads were turned to the direction of the sound and you saw Peter standing suspiciously close to the broken glass.

You looked back to Harry and you both groaned. Lucky, Peter distanced himself from the accident, but looking at him he had a guilty face on and you knew he was at fault here.

“I’ll deal with it.” You grabbed a cup of water as you headed for Peter’s direction and pushed your way through the crowd, all of which seemed to go back to their own conversations, completely ignoring what just happened. Although, the workers at the party seemed to give Peter a side eye.

“Peter!” You whisper-yelled. His head snapped up to you and he smiled, champagne from his newly acquired glass dripping down the sides of his mouth and onto his suit. “Get over here!” You pulled his arm, subtly taking him away from the people and into a bare hallway.

“What he actual fuck were you thinking?” Now you could yell at him properly this time. Making sure your words got through his tipsy brain. “You’re really stupid aren’t you?”

Peter leaned against the wall and slid down so he was sitting on the floor. You kneeled down in front of him and handed him the water.

“You’re pretty you know?” He smirked, or tried too. The complete 180 of his moody behavior earlier which took you by surprise.

“Drink.” You pushed the cup up to his lips with your fingers.

Peter smiled and as he took a sip, he remembered his plan: offer drink, flirt, confess. You were the one who offered the drink so he might as well skip that one, and with the alcohol burning threw his system he might as well start, in the best way he can, to flirt.

“Why are you blinking like that? Are your eyes okay?” You fretted. You cupped his face and moved it to the light, close to poking his eye.

“W-what do you mean? That was supposed to be a wink.” Peter whined, hitting his head a little too hard back against the wall, causing him to let out a groan.

“Winks are only supposed to be with one eye dumbass, you were blinking.”

Peter scoffed and moved your hand away, “that was a wink.”

“No it wasn’t.”

“Oh come on, just let me have this.” Peter uttered. “Just believe me, it was a wink.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” You sat down completely now, making sure not to scruff the dress you were wearing.

“But you did see it--you know what, nevermind.” Peter huffed, “You just don’t believe me.”

“What even is there to believe?” You muttered. “More importantly, why did you get drunk tonight?”

“Why are you so pretty?”

“Why can you just answer the question?”

“Why can’t you just answer the fucking question?” Peter raised an eyebrow, or tried to raise an eyebrow. He ended up just raising both and flaring his nostrils, looking stupid. He giggled a bit and smiled, a couple drops of water dripping down the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t even know what to say, just-” you paused, trying to find the right words. “Just how are you feeling, do you want me to get more water?”

“Why are you not taking me seriously! I’m fine.” Peter grumbled, but when he looked at you, he knew that you still doubted him. Your eyes were wide and unmoving from his head looking for any sign of injury, it was clear how much you didn’t think Peter was capable of doing much of anything.

“Maybe because you’re trying to flirt with me?” You answer. “You’re absolutely smashed and going through one of your moods.”

“You wouldn’t even believe me if I confessed and said that I love you.”

“BECAUSE YOU'RE DRUNK AS HELL!” You yelled before taking a quick breath to calm yourself down. “You can’t think straight and everything you’re saying is bullshit.”

“But it’s true! Grant it, I didn’t want you to find out now but I really do! I-I had this whole plan and I was going to ask you out then mr jawline came in and then I got nervous and started drinking and then getting clumsy and here we are!”

You blinked at him a couple of times then reached for his empty cup. “I’m going to get you a refill. Don’t move.”

You got up, leaving him trying to ramble his way to get you to stay but you ignored him. To you, it sounded like nonsense and there was no point in staying. You spotted Harry still over by the bar, talking to someone you couldn’t quite recognize. When he saw you, he excused himself and ran up to you.

“What's up with Peter?”

“Drunk out of his mind.” You scoffed. “Babbling random nonsense at me, needs to sober up quickly.” You gestured for another glass.

“Oh yeah, what's he saying?”

“Confessed his ‘love’ for me.” You chuckled. The bartender handed you another glass of water.

Harry’s eyes bulged out of his head as he spat his drink back into his cup. “Really?”. In all honesty, he never believed that Peter would actually go through with his plan, nevertheless while drunk. He wouldn’t even go through his plan when you came to his place a couple hours late. He’s too much of a perfectionist.

You laughed again. “Yeah, normally he's all moody when he’s drunk, now he’s just acting all weird.”

“Do you love him?” Harry asked. You brows quirked at the question, normally Harry would never intrude on anyone's personal life, at least not this directly.

“Why do you ask? It doesn’t really matter.” You sighed. When you heard the words come from Peter’s drunk mouth, you wanted to punch him for giving you false hope. All you have ever wanted for him to say it to you, but you never thought you had to specify that he meant it.

“Look, I’ve been contemplating on whether or not I should actually say anything but Peters being too much of a pain right now.” Harry sighed. “He does mean it when he said that he loves you, tonight he had a plan to confess but then he saw you with Manny, got scared and then got drunk.”

“I’m sorry, what-”

“Harry!” You turned around and saw Peter standing beet red and lips pursed. He came over and avoided your gaze. “Why the fuck did you say that” He whispered very loudly.

“Because you’re being too much of a pussy to say anything!”

Peter looked like he was going to be sick and you and Harry quickly took him back into the hallway. “We should get him home.”

Harry nodded, “I’ll get a car, are you okay waiting with him?”

“Yup.”

“Great, and don’t vomit.” Harry ran off quickly, leaving you and Peter alone.

A few seconds passed, you holding Peter's arm around your shoulders to keep him up but looking in completely different directions. Peter sighed and looked over to you, he was in no way sober yet. His head was pounding and he desperately needed some sort of medication, but looking at you took his pain away.

“I never wanted you to find out like this.” Peter started, pointing at his drunk self. “And I never wanted Harry to tell you.”

“It’s alright.”

“But I do love you. Do you-” He sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Do you feel the same way?”

“Peter, you really are too drunk for this conversation.” You sighed, looking back at him.

“But do you-”

“Yes, Peter. I do.” You sighed.

“Really?”

“Yes, now shut up, you’re gonna vomit if you get too excited.” Though, on the inside you were squealing like a kid on their birthday. He likes you. He wants to be with you. Out of everyone in the world, the billions of people living and breathing alongside you, he chose you.

Peter was thinking the same thing. The beautiful person that is you chose him. How he would ever get so lucky he has no idea, but he wants to thank every star for it. And unlike you, he was drunk out of his mind, and he is very emotional. He started tearing up a bit, sniffling and wiping his nose on the sleeves of his expensive suit.

You looked over to see a weeping man--more like a little boy--crying his eyes out and snuffling. He coughed a bit, then blew his nose in the fabric. You worried for a second you were a bit too harsh on him. You wrapped your arms around him and he buried himself in your chest. He smiled but still sniffled into your chest.

“A-are you okay?” You stuttered, not knowing how to deal with a crying drunk grown adult. You were just glad that no one else was around to see this.

“Yeah, but uh, I need to show you how much I love you.” He pulled apart from you.

“Maybe when you get home you can drink five cups of water?”

“No, no, no, that's not what I mean.” His hands went on top of his chest where his heart is. “I want to give you my heart because you own my heart. I don’t want it anymore! It’s not mine, it’s yours!”

“Peter-”

“It’s been yours since we first met!” He whined, and he went back to hugging you. “I-I just want you to have all of my love.” He snuffled again.

“We can talk about this more when you’re sober.” You decided. His rambling nonsense was sweet but also tiring for you and himself. “And don’t worry, you have my heart too.”

Peter hummed against your chest and you hugged him back. “I really hope I’m not too drunk to remember this.”

“Harry is never going to let you live today down, so I’m sure he’ll remind you in the morning.”

“I don’t think I’d mind.”

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"You," Bruce said, pulling you into his lap with an exaggerated groan, "Are in so much trouble."

"What did I do?" you ask innocently, smirking at him as he smoothed a hand over your knees gently. Making a mental note to put a pillow down for you if he ever asks you to blow him under his desk again. You're going to have bruises.

"Teasing me like that," he rumbled, chuckling as he kissed you again. "Made me come so hard I think my ears are ringing." He can still taste himself on you as he pulls you closer and tangles his hand on your hair.

"You asked me to entertain you," you pout, eyes twinkling.

"I did," he sighed, pulling your head back gently to kiss your throat and suck a mark into your collar bone, relishing the feel of you squirming. "But- I know how I'm gonna get you back."

"How?" you ask, breathless and half wanting him to stop talking and just fuck you.

He grinned, "I'm gonna take you home and we're gonna design you a new necklace."

"Aren't I in trouble?"

"Absolutely," he chuckled, swatting your thigh. "But you know how much I like spoiling a pretty girl- especially when they're as charming as you."

"So why-"

"Because," he rumbled, sticking a hand up your skirt slowly, gratified when you part your legs a little to allow him to touch you. And more gratified when he finds your panties soaked. Figures, you would get off on being allowed to torment him for a few hours... Not that he minded, really. He wanted you worked up.

"I'm gonna take you home and tie you to your bed. Then make you come until you beg me to stop," he growled. "And for every orgasm you give me, I'm going to add one pearl to the design... So. It'll all come down to a couple things baby. How expensive you wanna be and how much punishment your little pussy can take."

"Bruce-"

"Lemme watch my baby have a good time?" he asked, softening his tone when you hesitate. "Huh? I just wanna see you enjoying yourself. When I asked you to do this for me I didn't think it would be like that. I just wanna thank you. And maybe get back at you for doing that one thing that kept making me groan IN THE MEETINGS."

When you smile a little he steals a kiss and smooths his thumb over the crotch of your panties near your clit. He knew as well as you did that there was a power imbalance in this little contracted relationship. That if he demanded you do this with him, on some level you'd never really feel comfortable. And he didn't want that.

He wanted you to 'earn' every pearl in a state of bliss. He wanted to see you wear that necklace and remember the way you writhed and twisted in the sheets. Your cries making his cock ache as he watched you... It wasn't quite romantic. But he did like the mental image of some snob complimenting the necklace while you smiled and thanked them- remembering the long Afternoon when you earned it. And how you earned it.

"Don't tie me up too tight?" You asked, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

"Never," he promised. "Just don't want your hands getting in the way when you start getting worn out- I want you to use your safe word, okay?"

"Okay," you murmur.

"So you'll do it for me?" he asked, grinning.

"You're very hard to say no to," you murmur, feeling too hot.

"I'll take it," he said, sliding his hand out from under your skirt and reaching over to call for his car. "Let's get you home, baby. You've got a long night coming."

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