#leather jacket? actual dress pants?? an actual dress shirt??? living for it

[mythicalpoolnoodle]

Okay jannik slay

[thesuperiorrobin]

“So you’re the girl”~

Part one/ part two

❥Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

❥word count: 2.0k (probably the longes one I’ve ever written)

❥Summary: you meet his family for the first time

❥warning: request by a couple of people from the last one. Briefs mentions of reader having horrible anxiety.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You don’t know what to do at a time like this at all as you pace your room back and forth. Damian— who is still in his Robin uniform seeing as he came to visit in the middle of patrol just to see how you were doing before tonight— he watched as you did so, arms crossed over his chest with an amused look on his face.

“I don’t have anything to wear Damian!” You complain as you huff—walking towards your closer door, opening it softly revealing nothing but a row of shirts, blouses, pants, skirts, Etc.

“Oh beloved” Damian chuckles as you tune around to glare up at the tan male standing in front of you now. He glanced at your closet—at least that’s what you think he’s doing. That green mask he’s wearing makes it hard for you to see where exactly he’s looking at. “Just where something suitable for a first family dinner”

You give him a look “right because with your family it’s going to be easy for me to find something suitable” you glance back at your closet eyeing every piece of clothing in there.

“Oh please” Damian rolls his eyes. “I’m one hundred percent sure, Drake would probably be wearing sweats and an old hoodie covered in coffee stans, Todd would probably come wearing an old ugly brown leather jacket, and Grayson—there’s nothing really much to say about him. He’s the only decent one in the family” Damian rants about how his family never dresses properly for family dinners. Making you feel a little better about the whole situation. But still—first impressions count, especially if you're meeting the family of your boyfriend for the first time.After what had seemed hours and hours of deciding—Damian the little impatient boy he was ( although he’s learning to be more patient with you)—picked one for you.

“Damian” you glanced at the outfit in your hands “this is your favorite outfit” you deadpanned as you glanced up at Damian.

“And?” He shrugged—a smug smile painted on his lips as he looked down at you “like the way it looks on you”

“You sure this isn't too…casual?” You were hesitant. “Not at all beloved. Believe me my family could care less about how you dress or look” Damian walked over to you—leaning down to kiss your forehead “Now I have to go before my father and the others start to wonder where I am. I’ll see you later tomorrow okay?”

“Okay” You hum and he pecks your lips softly before he takes his leave out your window. You just stood there in the middle of your room. Looking at the outfit one last time before you sigh. Gently placing it on the chair in your room for tomorrow. You get ready for bed. Sleeping didn’t hit you so easily—to nervous thinking about a situation that won't be happening until tomorrow afternoon. The butterfly made it difficult. Until a few hours later—you were out like a light.

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You were sweating bullets the next day. The afternoon came quickly then you had expected curing at your clock every time you thought a couple minutes had passed but it was actually twenty minutes. The feeling in your stomach never disappeared—not even for a moment. You sometimes had the sudden urge to throw up—but for you it was normal. After getting yourself ready you wait patiently in your living room .

Sitting on the couch as you pick nervously at the buttons of your jeans. The sudden noise of your doorbell makes you jump slightly—you almost trip yourself as you get up quickly to open the door. Damian is on the other end of the door wearing nothing but his black turtleneck and black jeans—his original style. The nervous feelings go away for a moment. But only for a moment.

“Hi” you breathe out a smile and Damian smiles back

“ Hi” he reaches his hand towards you “are you ready to go, love?” The feeling in your stomach returns as you nod hesitantly.

You step back a little and point behind you “let me just go grab my—uh jacket” you turn quickly and run to get your jacket in the closet that was in the living room. Damian waits for you outside until you came back.

When you do, your jacket is tucked nicely in your arms. The both of you give each other a warm smile as you lace your fingers together—Damian leading you to the park limo. He’s slightly ahead and reaches for the door first to open and let you in before he does so himself and shuts the door with a slam. Alfred is in the driver's seat and greets you with his usual smile—you greet him back of course with the same warmth he gives you. You’re quiet on the way to the manor—who h doesn’t how unnoticed by the two men in the vehicle. The feeling In your stomach gets worse when Alfred finally stops the car in front of the huge house.

“It’s more huge in person” you commented nervously. You turn back to Damian as he gives off a firm nod. He reaches for your hand—mentally noting how sweaty your palms are—and creasing the back of it gently with his thumb to calm your nerves down. It works slightly.

“Relax Y/n” he coos softly “everything will be fine. You’ll do fine”

“what if they don’t like me—What if your dad thinks I’m just dating you for money? What if I embarrass myself and say something stupid?Oh god what if I-“ Damian cuts you off completely with a small kiss on the lips.

“I doubt my own father would care enough considering his partners were using him for money” he mumbled against your lips as you nod. You two break apart fully “it’s like I have told you before—if they don’t like you they are going to have to suck it up. I’m not about to ruin something we have over a little fit my family is having”

“that’s so sweet”

“I try to be for you” he kisses you once more—the last time before the two of you get out of the limo. Having Alfred open the door for both of you, you thank him as you get out. Damian's walks beside you up the steps of the manor and stops in front of the door. Hand gripping his tightly—Alfred opens the door, the door itself looks like it open itself all the way as he steps to the side to let both of you in first. The place looks much better and huge then you could have ever imagined. The smell was rich—which was ironic. The lights were dimmed down slightly—not too bright and not too dark either. Damian leads you to the kitchen. Where the table was set and ready to go.

“It’s so quiet” you say—looking around the place in awe. Damian pulls out a chair for you to sit on—thanking him as you sit down and scotch closer to the table with his help. Damian scoffs as he sits next to you.

“Just wait until they all show up” Damian always complains how the house is so much louder when his siblings come to visit and you think he’s being dramatic. And he tells you every time that you’ll experience it first hand when you finally come over for the first time. You wait for a moment, silently starting up a conversation with Damian.

Patiently waiting for his brothers to show up. Damian's father is the first one to show up—coming to the kitchen in a full navy suit. He faces you with a warm smile.

“Ah you must be Y/N, Damian’s girlfriend” Bruce says—you get up quickly from your seat to shake his hand “I’ve heard a lot about you”

“Me too, Damian never really stops talking about you and his brothers”

“good things I hope”

“for the most part yeah” you nod

“Ohh is that who I think it is?” A much younger male appears in sight. Dress in a plain black tee with a blue and white jacket, alone with blue navy jeans. A huge smile was plastered on the man’s face as he greets you happily. From all the stories Damian has told you, who already had a high suspension on who it was.

“Hi I’m Dick” you extend his hand for you to shake and you gladly shake it “you must be y/n! Damian won’t shut up about it”

“Grayson '' you can hear the warning in Damian’s voice and you can only laugh.

“Sorry sorry, it slipped out. I’m so glad your family is here because now I get to finally meet the girl that made my little brother's cold dark heart skip a beat!” Too bad for you because this man is putting up a facade.

Everyone is putting up a façade when they meet you—Technically him and the others have already met you. But you don’t know that.

A few minutes go by and another male. Slightly shorter one and a much younger one comes in. By the way he’s dressed—nice jeans and a gray hoodie—not to mention he looks tired but doesn’t at the same time. It was Tim. He doesn’t acknowledge you at first until dick brings up the fact that he completely ignored you. Tim looks at you shocked as you have with a nervous smile on your face.

He glances at Damian—with a serious look “I thought you were kidding”

the younger Wayne glares at him “haha that’s so funny”

“No actually”

Damian gestures to you to sit back down next to him and you do so. But something feels off to you. Damian had mentioned having three brothers and there’s only two sitting in front of you right now.

“I thought you had three brothers?” You question Damian nods

“yes but Todd tends to come when the food is finally out”

“oh” you really didn’t believe him until Alfred came out with the food. The last brother came in crashing through the door—literally scaring you a bit.

“I could just smell the food in front of the house, '' he laughs. And Damian was right—that brown jacket was kinda ugly. Jason runs his hands through his white streaked hair and makes eye contact with you. You smile up at him just like you did with everyone else. He frowns and that horrible feeling comes back but worse—making you want to vomit.

“So…you’re the girl?” He questions as he squints his blue eyes at you. You nod nervously “I-uh…I guess. Yeah”

he nods “you could do better sweetheart”

“Todd!” Damians yell out and everyone laughs. Including Bruce. You let out a breath you did know you were holding. Jason helps his arms up in a surrender motion

“what? I’m only telling the truth. She’s out of your league demon spawn” he takes a seat next to Bruce, and Alfred comes back with an extra plate to give him “I mean with your personality, she could do better "

"Now me personally I would never let that slide. But that’s just me you know” Tim shrugs as he digs into his meal.

“Todd you take that back” Damian glares at the man who’s enjoying his warm meal—Todd holds his palm out to shush Damian, he chews his food a couple of times before he swallow it

“No”

I guess Damian was being over exaggerating when he said he doesn’t like Jason at all, because the two of them broke out into an argument and no one seemed bothered by it. “Is it always like this?” You asked Bruce who was sitting next to you paying them no attention. He sighs and nods

“Unfortunately, I hope this doesn’t stop you from coming back. You’re always welcome too if you’d like” you hum

“I’m just glad I get to finally meet you guys. And seeing Damian like this makes me happy”

“well I’m glad you make my son happy”

[ccraccz]

Hi! Would you be able to do some headcannons with the heartsteel boys with a short/petite, alt partner! They wear all black, black stiletto nails and with a love of skulls. A big fan of all things games and animated shows and a huge collector.

Alternative love

Characters: Aphelios, Ezreal, Sett, Kayn, K'sante, Yone x GN!Reader

APHELIOS

That?? That's his type without a doubt

He lives for the alternative aesthetic and people shorter than him

He himself is probably alt, but he loves to mismatch with his sister

In solo pictures, he's alt, but in pictures with his sister, he's literally wearing the opposite of his sis

Now, he has a reason to wear more black

He would love to match with you in anything you wear out

He'd bring you gifts

From black press ons to some expensive obsidian necklace or leather gloves to fit your style

Anything and everything for you

He'd indulge you with skulls and bones, tarot cards if you're into things like that

He'll even let you wear his precious hoodies and jackets that were made by sett or bought by his sister

Though, when he finds out that you religiously play games he likes and watch the same shows he does

His affections develop rapidly into love

He has more things to both bond and relate to you

He would feel more comfortable with you instantly

Most of the time, it's difficult to relate to people

So, with you by his side, someone who understands him in style and emotionally goes a long way.

EZREAL

Ezreal would not mind at all

Height or style

Actually he loves your aesthetic!

He feels like it's something that represents you, and he loves anything about you

He's all about aesthetic and true representation, and if black clothing, black nails, extraordinary makeup, and skulls are what you like

So be it! Go you!

He might not match you and your energy, but you know what they say.

Opposites attracts 💚

He's so cringe

He literally says that every time when someone asks why he's with someone like you

And he always tells them off after that because that was just rude!

He'd make a special bouquet for you with black and white flowers

He'd buy you fake skulls and skeletons for you to decorate your space

Buy your books and games

He's so in love with how you show yourself off

You can clearly tell he's always mesmerized by your style

Whether you're wearing skirts, leather pants, dresses, or large ripped jeans

Or even if you're wearing a black tank, with a black graphic jacket on your hips and pj pants

He's so into you and how different you are

Every time he sees you, his eyes are literally hearts

SETT

He thinks it's so cool

And he thinks you're so cute with a petite you are

Especially compared to him

Like, an amazing amount of cool

He loves your style and would support it in giants amounts

He would literally be your stylist

You rip your favorite black shirt? He both fixes it and makes it look like a different shirt while matching your style

Is that jacket too expensive? He can diy one just for you that is way better than the one you liked

He'll also ask k'sante to design some clothing for you

The best quality clothing and costumes are given to you as gifts for important days

Dates? There's a gift box on your bed with some clothing that he fixed up for you

B-day? You know those boots you've been eyeing for a while? Wellll, they're on your bed now screaming for you to try them on

And inside the boots, there's a letter

"PLEASE SEND PICS WHEN YOU TRY THEM ON!"

He's so goofy

He'd support you by giving you more clothes and such

KAYN

He doesn't care, actually

But he will tease you about your height

But clothing wise?

You can go anywhere with whatever clothes and he would love you all the same

The only way he'll care is if you're bare outside, OR someone says some shit about you

That's when he really cares

The first scenario is because he can't handle himself and will snatch you and eat you 😏

The second scenario?

He's throwing hands and giving the person a piece of his mind

He goes crazy for you, but that's also the main reason why you guys mostly have indoor dates

Either way, he doesn't give a damn as to what you wear

He will love you because you tolerate him and keep him in place

Either way, indoor dates mean more time with you and your snazzy self

He will give you a good time after or during the "date"

K'SANTE

(This headcanon is mainly for the boys die ti k'sante being a gay man!! I'm so happy I get to write a male implied reader!! Woop woop!)

He finds it cute, actually!

Like really adorably cute

With how big he is and how small you are, it's actually comical

But you accommodate your height with platforms and your looks and that totally fine!

He finds you attractive all the same

He will design you clothes, and even ask for help for some ideas as to what the guys would look good in!

Just imagine

Your head is laying on K'sante's lap, playing a game of your switch that he recently bought you as an appreciation gift.

You were just about to beat this damn boss you'd been stuck on since yesterday, but he send an unexpected attack at your character and sends you to a fame over screen.

With a huff, you let go of the switch and sigh in annoyance.

"Hey, love?"

"Yeaaah, I see that, thanks"

"Mhm?"

"Would Yone and Ezreal look good in short crops?"

"Ezreal yes, Yone sadly no"

"I can see that, thanks"

"Of course love"

"Wait, would Aphelios look good in hip hop pants?"

"Phel would look good in anything Sante, but he'd really rock the cyber aesthetic,"

AAAA

You'd both indulge in different aesthetics, but he'd 100% make clothes for you to make you feel like the best of the best

YONE

Yone would not care at all

Height or clothibg

You wear What you want, when you want

If someone says anything about it, he will give them a look that would make them keep their disgusting opinions to themselves

Even though its not something he relates to, whatever makes you happy and more comfortable with yourself the better

And if that means black clothing, skulls, and more darker stuff

Then so be it.

But the number of games reminds him of Aphelios

And the amount of anime and manga reminds him of his bother

Though not in a bad way!

Either way, he will indulge you by giving you things he finds that remind him of you

He once brought you one of those cute black death doctor plushies

You literally almost cried, but you gave him a present after turning your plush/plushies towards the wall.

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Note!

AAAA SUCH A CUTE REQUEST!!! 🧡🧡🧡

I tried something new with the display, so instead of gifs, I used some pictures of the boys because the gifs wouldn't load.

I also tried something new with the headcanons and placed a small scenario. I just wanna see opinions on it! Hope you don't mind lovely!! Please do request again!! 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Imma go sleep in a min now 🧡

[l0ngschl0ngking]

I want you to give in

Javier Peña x f!reader

summary: what happens after you find Javier at your doorstep?

warnings: SMUT (oral - f!receiving, vaginal fingering, pussy drunk Javi, Javi cums in his pants -yeah 3:)- unprotected p in v, praise kink, creampie, cum eating), mentions of alchocol comsumption, tipsy Javier, cursing, fluff and Javi being the softie he really is

word count: 3.5k

A/N: also this fic was based on edit from @cany0nangel (it doesn’t let me copy the link to it) on TikTok so check it out!

Off all the people you expected to see at your doorstep on Saturday night, it for sure was not Javier fucking Peña. He waers his usual leather jacket paired with the tightest jeans you’ve ever seen - his ass always looked good in those. A few droplets of sweat rolls down his torso - of course, a few buttons on his pink shirt unbuttoned.

“Can I come in or will you let me stand here all night?” his words are a little slurred and he smells like whiskey. You bite back a retort - opening your door wider to let him into your apartment.

Closing the door you turn,  raising one brow at him expecting some kind of explanation on why he was here. He scans you from your head to your toes, appreciating look passing behind his eyes.

“You look nice,” he says. Shrugging his jacket off, and placing it on your couch. You have your favorite dress on. The yellow one with little daisies adorning it. It flatters your body well.

He looked almost at home in your apartment. Well, it made sense. You were pretty sure he was here more often than he was at his own apartment -except the times when he has company over - but right now he was nervous. Or it seemed so. You two were co-workers and dared you say - friends. Kind of. It was complicated. When it came to Javier Peña everything was complicated. “You look more than nice actually, you look incredible, Hermosa.”

Blush creeps on your face. Trying to hide it, you look down -your shoes far more interesting than the man standing a few feet away from you. Looking back at him you offer a smile. “Thank you, Javi. You still didn’t answer my question, though.”

He scans your living room even though he knows it like the back of his hand. Coming to your cabinet where you stash his favorite whiskey - he takes out two glasses and fills both of them. You hastily accept, confused still. This wasn’t the usual Javier you were used to. Cocky and confident. This was someone very different. Fidgeting while doing anything but holding eye contact. You take a sip of the whiskey which burns your throat pleasantly and come to stand next to Javi. He looks at you then and you take his glass which is now almost empty and put both of your glasses on your kitchen counter.

“Javier I know you are drunk-“

“I’m not drunk,” he says confidently, his brows furrowing a little.

“Okay, so you are a little tipsy. That still doesn’t answer my question.” You try to search for his eyes. He sits down on your couch, fidgeting with his hands and tapping his foot against your floor. You sigh, not expecting any answer from him. You don’t know what’s going on with him but you certainly don’t have time for this.

Grabbing your keys from your kitchen counter you stop to stand right in front of him. “Be my guest. You can sleep on the couch if you want to. But if I stay here any longer I’m going to miss my date, Javi. And this guy is too sweet to pass out on.”

As you turn on your heels to leave, he grabs your wrist. Your neck almost snaps as you look at him. His touch burns your skin in the best way possible.

“Don’t go, Hermosa,” he says so quietly you almost don’t hear him. Almost. Oh, but how you wish you didn’t. Javi meant trouble. Especially when it came to women and you were not immune to his certain charm.

“What?” Dumbfounded you ask. He makes eye contact with you and oh. Oh. His dark eyes hold such vulnerability in them you’ve never seen before. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it right after. You are known to be patient but right now - seconds feel like hours. Days. Lifetime even.

“Javi-“ he grabs onto your wrist tighter as if you would disappear if he didn’t. He drags you to him - standing in front of him once again he looks up at you and takes one of your hands. Turning it over he brings it to his lips and places a kiss right in the center of your palm. A gasp leaves your mouth. You feel there is not enough oxygen in this god-forsaken room.

And when you look at him and see the way he smiles - because he sees the effect he has on you, you want to slap him. You want to scream and kick and cry - because he is only playing with you. He knows about your stupid little crush on him. You shake your head at him, tears ready to escape your eyes. And he lets go of you instantly, concern crossing his face. He gulps dryly, Adam’s apple bobbing. And you feel like you lost your voice because you want to say so many things but nothing comes out of your mouth. And that’s just because of him.

“Javi-“ you say his name brokenly. “Please don’t. You are drunk.” the tears are now falling freely from your eyes. You try to wipe them quickly - maybe he didn’t notice. But why are you trying to lie to yourself? It’s Javi. He already noticed and he reaches for your face quickly, wiping them for you. Placing his thumbs on your cheeks, he swipes his thumbs up and down.

“Hermosa, fuck. I am not drunk. I swear. I-“ he stops himself. Breathing in deeply and exhaling he softly orders you to look at him. And you do. “I-I don’t want you to go on that date with that fucker because-because-fuck.” he curses startling you a little. “Because I can’t bring myself to imagine you with some guy. I want you.” You shake your head in disbelief. No, he can’t mean that. It’s Javier Peña. He sleeps around and flirts with anything that wears skirts. But fuck, when you look at him, he has this sincere look on his face. And you’ve never seen him like that.

“Hermosa, listen to me. I want to show you I mean it. Will you let me?” He strokes his thumbs on your cheeks again and it is the most soothing thing you’ve ever experienced. “Will you let me show you how I meant every word I said right now?” And you nod. Once, twice.

And then he softly places his lips on yours. You close your eyes as he pushes you closer to him. One of his hands goes into your hair and the other slides down onto your lower back. And fuck, he licks your lips with his tongue and you moan - his tongue slipping into your mouth and it gets messy. He kisses you passionately - teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance. He tries to push you against him more but it’s not possible. He fucking wants you two to become one person.

He grinds against you, and your eyes roll in the back of your head. You feel his bulge against your thigh and you squeeze him. He parts away from you and moans, his eyes falling shut while you start squeezing him through his jeans. His breath is ragged as is yours and he snaps his hips into your hand -desperate, needy. Putting his forehead against yours he opens his eyes - you are pretty sure he stares into your soul. And then as if something snaps inside of him - he grabs your hand, stopping you in your movements. You whine in protest but he starts kissing your neck - licking, nipping, sucking. You are pretty sure you will have bruises there tomorrow but you cannot give a bigger fuck. And slowly he starts sinking to his knees and your mouth forms into an “o”. His hands snake behind your thighs pulling you closer to him. And you’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.

“Fuck, Hermosa. So beautiful. Take it off.” his voice is raspy and the way he orders you sends a chill down your spine. You fumble with the dress - Javier grabbing every ounce of newfound skin he can put his hands on. When you finally get that damn dress off you he swings back on his heels - appreciating the view.

“So pretty for me.” He says as he places butterfly kisses on your thigh. Then the other one. Slowly. Painfully slowly making his way up to your exposed cunt. He tssks. “No panties. Were you trying to get lucky? Hm?” you just shake your head unable to form any sentence. One of his hands snakes on your butt - gripping, squeezing, and then he slaps you across it. Your body jumps forward -closer to him and you moan. He soothes the stink with his hand. “Answer me, Hermosa.”

“N-no.” And you sound so fucking pathetic right now but you couldn’t care less. Javier Peña is on his fucking knees for you.

“Good.” That’s all the warning you get before he places his nose between your folds and fucking inhales your scent. He licks his lips and dives right in. You choke out a sob and put your hands in his hair because if you don’t hold onto something you will certainly fall onto your knees.

He eats you out like a man starved while grabbing and pinching and gripping your thighs, your butt, and your hips. Anything he can get his hands on. You cannot do anything else but endure his advances. You cry out when he sucks your clit into his mouth - he hums and looks back at you and you close your eyes. You are so fucking close. Embarrassingly quickly. You are feeling pathetic. Moans and cries of his name are the only things coming out of your mouth. You can’t even recognize yourself.

And he feels almost as pathetic as you. Humping the air, the zipper of his jeans causing delicious friction against his painfully hard dick. He almost cums in his pants when you grip his hair tighter and start grinding down on him. “Fuck, Hermosa, fuck yes. Use me.” And so you do. The noises he makes while eating you out are obscene and you love it. He seems to enjoy this more than you - if it’s possible. You are right there on edge, his grip on you getting tighter.

“Fuck, Javi I am almost there-“ And with that he slows down, kissing your clit. You want to cry - a broken plea echoing through the room. Fidgeting in his grip you beg him to keep going. He looks back up at you and while holding eye contact - putting two of his fingers in his mouth. It is fucking nasty. Obscene. This right here looks like a scene straight up from some porn. His eyes are glassy and he doesn’t even look like he heard what you said. But before you can say anything else he dives right back in and now his fingers slowly make their way into your cunt.

You arch your back, your eyes falling shut once again. It never felt his good. He starts to stretch you open, his fingers curling inside you and then back out. And again. And again. His tongue finds its way back to your clit, licking lazily -setting a totally different phase from his fingers. He is looking at you, seeing how your mouth stays wide open - moans falling out of it. Your brows are furrowed and sheens of sweat are coming down your throat. Fuck, he wants to bite it.

“Come on, Hermosa, give it to me. I can feel that you are so close,” he says while his fingers still work their way inside and out of you. The only thing falling from your lips is “yes, yes, yes, so close, Javi, yes, don’t stop”. He closes his eyes focusing on finding that one spot and when you almost double over him he knows he found it. A winning smirk making its way onto his lips. “Hermosa, look at me.” So you do.

And you think you might pass out from the sight between your legs. His fingers are relentless and his tongue is licking you,  and you can see the dark spot od precum on his jeans. He is fucking the air, and when he looks right back at you and rolls his eyes in the back of his head saying “so good, so fucking good, Hermosa” while kissing and licking your clit. The hair of his mustache fucking burns you in the best way possible and when he sucks on your clit and hums, the coil inside of you snaps. You grip his hair, and you can’t even hear anything because the only thing you can focus on is the fact that this is the best orgasm of your life. You don’t hear Javi curse and fucking moan and when you open up your eyes again he is licking his way inside of you - trying to clean you of your juices. You tug on his hair and he moans once again. Slowly making his way up on your body. He kisses your tummy, licking his way up your tits as he squeezes them. He pants and presses his forehead against yours as you grab him. And fuck, he is still hard but his pants are sticky and…when you open your eyes you see he has a big dark spot on his jeans.

Did he just-

The realization hits you and when your gaze meets his, shock is written all over your face. He kisses you harder than he had all night. His mouth is tired, but he still gives you everything you want. Anything. Pecking his lips you whisper “bedroom” and he nods immediately.

You grab onto his shirt, dragging him with you and when you arrive to your bedroom you push him onto the bed. He falls on it with a quiet huff and you immediately crawl on him, trying to get him as naked as you are. You quickly work in his shirt buttons but almost rip the whole shirt as you are too impatient. He pushes your hands away slowly sitting down with you - he kisses you softly again and starts unbuttoning it, finally taking it off.

“We have all night.” He says his eyes boring into yours and you smile. He mimics you, the little crinkles appear next to his eyes.

“Yeah, okay.” You say quietly and start kissing him again. Stroking him behind his ear and his whole body shudders. “Sensitive.” You smirk. He rolls his eyes saying you to “shut up“ as he kisses you again. The kisses are not rushed as they were before. They are still passionate but slow and sensual at the same time. You push him onto the mattress once more, slowly moving down his body while mapping it with your tongue. When you get to his zipper you slowly unzip it - carefully- and getting his jeans off him is a little tricky as they stick on him like if it was his second skin. Especially with the cum smeared on them. You can’t fucking believe he came in his pants while eating you out. You stroke him a few times and he hisses, sitting up again and pushing you onto the mattress. Kicking off his shoes and socks he crawls over you. Kissing your forehead, cheeks, and eyelids and then pecking you on your mouth.

“Condom?” He asks but you just shake your head. You want to feel him without any rubber and you are clean. You don’t know if he is, though. “I’m clean. Are you-?”

“Yes. Fuck. Yes. I haven’t slept with any informants for months now, Hermosa. Wanted only you. Still do. I’m clean. You sure?” He notches his dick at your entrance smearing the head in your juices. You are fucking soaked. No more prep is needed even if he is fucking big and thick.

“Yes, Javi. Want to feel you.” And with that, he nods, cupping one of your cheeks and kisses you. His tongue finds its way into your mouth and you sob into it when he pushes his dick inside of you slowly. It’s a fucking stretch but he feels incredible. He stops moving and when you say he can move he nods and presses his forehead against yours. “Yeah, fuck. Just give me a minute. You are fucking tight and wet, Hermosa.” So you wait as you want to enjoy it with him. And when he starts moving you almost cum right then and there.

His head notches against your g-spot with every drag of his cock. The pace is unhurried and sweet but still knocks the breath out of you. His forehead stays pressed up against yours, one of his hands finding its way into yours -tangling your fingers together. It’s strangely intimate and you don’t mind one bit you just did not expect something like that from Javier Peña.

You whine and moan and he holds your gaze while encouraging you. “Yeah, want to fucking hear you, Hermosa. Such a good girl for me.” He puts two of his fingers into your mouth and you suck them clean - the taste of you still lingering on them and he curses a few “fucks”. He removes them from your mouth and creates a path with them from your lips to your pussy. His pubic hair scratches your clit deliciously and when he starts rubbing it with his fingers you cry out, tugging on his hair - which you noticed he enjoys. A lot.

He growls, his pace becoming quicker. Everything mixes together - his cock, his fingers, his words. It has you falling over the edge with the cry of his name in no time. Your body seizing, your mind going blank and your pussy squeezing around him so tight he isn’t sure if he can move.

“Yes, fuck. Hermosa so fucking good.” He pants. When you finally come down from your high he is still pounding into you. His head is thrown back in pure bliss, the long line of his throat on full display as his Adam’s apple bobs. You lick him there and he sobs - kissing you hard he furrows his brows and the hand that is holding yours grabs onto it tighter.

“Fuck, Hermosa. Not gonna last long. Gonna cum. Where?” He husks. You don’t even have to think about it.

“Inside. Wanna feel you cum in me.” He whines pathetically. He kisses your neck, speeding up his movements, his balls slapping on your skin while he chases his high. You start meeting his thrust, feeling his hot breath on your throat. His eyes are lust-blown, and his brows furrowed as he kisses your shoulder.

The sound of him pounding into you is echoing throughout your small bedroom, both of you can hear the wet suck of your pussy -sucking him into you. He is pounding into you so hard you know you will feel sore tomorrow but you don’t care. Not when it feels this good.

He squeezes one of your breasts, his mouth sucking on your nipple and when he looks at you he looks completely blissed out. You know he is close when his rhythm starts to become jerky, his mouth finding its way into the crook of your neck panting there “so fucking god Hermosa” and then he softly bites you. You hiss when you feel the wet pulse of him coming inside you as he grumbles and moans. Talking you -or rather him- through it. His hips ground into you, fucking his cum deep inside you until it becoms too much and he stills inside you - soothing the bit flesh with his tongue. He slowly pulls out of you, his cum leaking on your sheets but you couldn’t care less right now as he pulls you onto his chest.

“So fucking good, Hermosa. This pussy was made for me. Wanna take you out. Do this properly.” He says, his head is spinning and he is blissed out and so are you but you look up at him with a smile on your face.

“Good. Can’t wait, Peña. If you didn’t I would have to reschedule with Patrick.” He growls at this. Playfully biting you on your breasts and slowly moving down. He pushes one of his fingers inside of you and you jerk away - still sensitive. He smiles and slowly kisses your inner thighs and you throw him a questioning look.

You had a long night ahead of you.

“What? Have to clean you, Hermosa.” And with that, he licks his cum and you throw your head back as he grabs one of your tits playing with the nipple.

Yeah, this was going to be a long night.

[incorrectbatfam]

I h3ad cannon athat all the batfam members have had/are still in their emo/goth phases.

Example:

Bruce dressed as a bat and punches criminals at night (I also head cannon that he listens to the rolling stones and MCR)

Anyways thoughts?

Also what were the other batfam members emo/goth phases like?

Dick: He was hella neurotic in his late Robin/early Nightwing days. That plus his mullet and guitar tells me he probably tried to live out of a used van he bought for $700 after a fight with Bruce only to come home a week later when someone knocked on his window.

Jason: He's the theater/classic lit goth. When he was younger he would read by the glow of a candelabra even though the lights work perfectly fine. Post-resurrection, he graduates to the biker anarchist who has no problem launching a molotov at a CEO's mansion.

Tim: He's from the 90s. He's sitting in that Y2K grunge-emo-punk gray area where his playlist is a mix of the Clash, Nirvana, and Green Day. He's coloring his hair with Kool-Aid, playing with makeup, ripping his own clothes, and talking about new songs on AOL.

Damian: He's aiming for dark academia, but that's hard to pull off if you know what American schools look like. He annotates the margins of his books with notes he thinks are insightful but are actually just basic observations. Also he listens to Imagine Dragons.

Duke: This kid isn't emo or goth, he is a punk through and through. Sassing the cops? Jumping off a bridge? Leading a ragtag vigilante team? If he wanted to, I bet he can pull off a leather jacket with some homemade spikes while blasting Bad Brains and Death.

Cullen: Canonically, he watches anime and Supernatural, and I've made a lot of Tumblr references with him. He's definitely your quintessential 2010s emo nerd—Black Parade, fandoms, the whole shabang. He also definitely followed Dan and Phil.

Stephanie: She strikes me as the early 2000s pop-punker—think MySpace and Avril Lavigne. She probably had a Not Like Other Girls phase that she quickly grew out of. I can see her cutting posters out of magazines and sneaking her MP3 under an oversized hoodie.

Cassandra: She canonically listens to Killswitch Engage, so I like to imagine what she was like as a baby metalhead. Maybe she thrifted a Pantera shirt and chopped her hair with safety scissors. And at concerts she's absolutely up front when the wall of death happens.

Barbara: I think she dabbled in a little bit of everything without ever outwardly expressing it. Her playlist is all over the board, from softer rock to screamo. She also experimented with makeup a little, like black lipstick, and is more involved in the activism side of things.

Harper: She's definitely industrial punk with a huge emphasis on the DIY aspect of the subculture. She strings soda tabs into chains, turns old screws into boot spikes, and even learned to give herself tattoos. She also absolutely has a drawer full of patch pants.

Carrie: She's a TikTok e-girl, leaning into the pinks and purples along with black and white. She turns fishnet leggings into gloves and has a bunch of animal ear headbands. She also listens to Melanie Martinez and Tame Impala regardless of if they count as alternative.

Kate: Queer people play a huge role in the punk scene and vice versa. I can absolutely see Kate jamming out to an early Pansy Division track or searching places like Bandcamp to support smaller indie artists. Also she has a jacket that says "Nazi punks fuck off."

Alfred: Before punk and its subgenres, Alfred was canonically a delinquent and in that day, delinquency meant gelled-up hair and moving like Elvis. The hair didn't work out for him, but he was able to catch one of the first shows Buddy Holly played in London.

Selina: Alt cultures are based on not having much and working with what you got. Selina would use the five-finger discount at big-box stores and save her money to support small businesses. She also went around listening to free local rock shows on Fridays.

Bruce: He listened to the Rolling Stones before, but his first real intro to the scene was a handmade zine he found on the floor at school. From there, he explored more underground artists and took up journaling as a way to vent his feelings. And then: Batman.

[jordanelemus]

ybc musical costume in-depth analysis! 💥🎸🎱

hi! I'm jordan, the costume designer (and also an actor and co-writer) of "the young blood chronicles" musical! i posted this on instagram, but i thought it might be cool to post it here too!

my initial role in “the young blood chronicles” musical was costume design, which, as a fashion enthusiast, i was incredibly excited about. i spent about a month curating a huge pinterest board collection and creating individual moodboards. the show takes place in 2013, but i wanted to take inspiration from both pre and post-hiatus fall out boy looks! here’s an in-depth look :’)

patrick’s main inspo was his “soul punk” era, which lives distinctly in the hiatus. i wanted something that would remind us that years had passed since the last time the band had made music together; something cool and trendy, but a little too dressed up for a long day in the studio. even when not onstage, ybc patrick is performing. clothes can give you power and he knows that. the yellow sunglasses were our way of getting around patrick’s glowing yellow eyes from the music videos, but i really love how it makes it seem like he has a mask on. it makes the end of “miss missing you” even more heartbreaking.

pete’s main inspo came from both his early clandestine drops as well as his more androgynous looks (both pre & post-hiatus). pete really cares about fashion, but he still has a chill la vibe. 2013 pete could often veer more edgy, but i chose to move in a different direction in order to better distinguish pete and patrick’s styles. unless you’re a vixen or patrick, you don’t get a leather jacket! sorry pete! to me, pete’s fashion has always felt so current while still being forward-thinking. ybc pete’s outfit could be from 2006 or 2024 and that was very purposeful!

andy’s looks are mostly pulled from more recent years, but band tees never go out of style. the mesh top under the tee alludes to his tattoos, which make up the extent of his stage looks these days since he typically does shows without a shirt on. celia had this mesh top in her closet and i love the colors on her (it’s the only source of color in the heaven outfits!). andy’s outfit is maybe the simplest of the four on paper, but i think it’s sick. it’s laid back, but super specific and grounded. it makes me want to start wearing basketball shorts.

joe’s looks are pulled from both pre-hiatus and early post-hiatus looks! striped sweaters & cargo pants are things he’s worn before, so i'm lucky i had them in my closet (especially since i wasn’t originally joe!). joe, especially in recent years, really likes wearing dark colors onstage, but, similar to how i avoided leather jackets for pete, i wanted to very clearly differentiate the boys from the vixens. any black piece of clothing on any of the boys had to be broken up with a design or pattern. no all black outfits! sorry joe!

the goal with the heaven outfits was to make the exact same outfits in all white. i wanted the exact same silhouettes as before. i’d say we were pretty successful! we got really lucky when it came to finding these costume pieces.

my vixens! these costumes were a lot more nebulous throughout the process. many of the costume pieces came from the actors’ own wardrobes. it was really important to me that each vixen had her own distinct style. baylee’s vixen (whom she named blair) has a more feminine style, her main costume piece being a lacy leotard. she's sweet with an edge. ava’s vixen is second-in-command & her outfit really screams that. the lingerie top is so killer. alexa’s vixen is almost a mix of baylee’s & ava’s in terms of style. the outfit is sweet, but edgy with the ripped tights & lingerie-style top. lauren’s vixen is a little more utilitarian, actually dressed in a way that makes sense for kidnapping four people. she’s more sporty than the others, but her combat boots are incredibly threatening. hbic is all that and more. her outfit is simple, but powerful. she is terrifying.

tiffany had to feel a bit like an outsider. she’s wearing the vixen clothes, but her jacket has some color on it. it’s a little too big on her. the other vixens really live in & embody their clothes, but for tiffany, it's a bit more like a costume.

here’s how i describe the angels: 1) the hottest girls at the ren faire & 2) like that picture of the angel guiding the two kids that every latine family has in their house. they almost feel out of place; so incredibly fluid in a show that is mostly made up of harsh lines. texture and layers were really the name of the game here, but the angels still have an edge to them. to quote fob: “…angels choking on their halos, get them drunk on rose water. see how dirty i can get them, pullin' out their fragile teeth & clip their tiny wings.”

+ i made pete’s bass machete and tiffany’s/joe’s guitar axe! i don’t have much to say about them, but i loved getting to utilize my cosplay foam skills.

this was my first time ever costuming a show and it was such a dream. the entire cast was so willing to experiment with me and it was such a joy to revisit aspects of 2013 fashion, which i remember from my preteen years, but never got to truly participate in! :’)

- jordan <3

ig: @/jordanelemus

photos: @/cararittner on ig!

[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

fab four headcanons lets go!

ghoul has a shit ton of scars. i mean, they all do, but ghoul has the most.

transfem jet star 🤝 transmasc kobra kid

party is the designated chef. they’re really good at cooking with like. feeling. you know? like how much salt? dc. just chuck some in. which therefore means:

kobra is a really really bad chef, because it’s not an exact science!!!! what is he supposed to do!!!

speaking of kobra! autism!!!!!!!! AUTISM!!!!!!

none of them are NT but. kobra is SOOOOsuperdupermega autism. if you even care.

ghoul loves those cringy ass shirts and stuff with sayings. like live laugh love. sunshine on the mind. he has a kiss the cook apron for when he makes bombs. you decide whether its ironic or not.

ghoul is also hard of hearing because i said so

the four have one big huge shared wardrobe that they all use, if stuff fits. like jet has a cool t-shirt that party steals, puts a funky belt on and wears as a dress. leather jackets and stuff are all communal. party and ghoul share the most, cause they're the closest in size.

kobra loves those silent cartoons, like tom and jerry, looney tunes, all that stuff, and he watches them with the girl all the time

while girlie's here, all of the four carry her differently. she sits on party's shoulders, jet puts her on their hip, kobra does piggybacks and ghoul will either scoop her up bridal style or firemans lift.

funkobra are in love by the way and they're t4t and autism4autism

this is random and not really in universe but kobra kid would LOVE rhythm games. like project sekai and bandori and stuff like that.

ghoul bites

^ that was going to be ghoul bites the skin around his nails but also. no he just bites.

he also has heterochromia

jet is the assigned medic of the gang and she's also the sharpshooter

speaking of which, jet star did kobra's top surgery

ghoul and kobra got drunk married one time and then didn't bother to fix it so they were married before they actually dated

ghoul has like. three shirts. and one pair of pants. that he never washes. and the other three hate it SO much. they're all begging him to get new clothes or at the very least fix the holes in the ones he has but he doesn't budge

ghoul sings the girl lullabyes

party can sew really well and makes clothes and stuff

jet loves dangly earrings and big clunky grandma bracelets, she has a whole jewellery box that party made for her and it's dark blue with light blue stars stuck onto it

anyway 👍 im normal about them

[weministertomonsters]

Trouble Comes In Two - 1 🌶

➤ Pairing - M werewolf-vampire hybrid x F human reader

➤ Wordcount 2.8k

You enter the diner and find your two friends at a corner booth, contrasting each other like night and day. Quyne is dark-skinned, wearing a red jacket and ruffled vest with black leather pants and a studded belt. His heeled boots make him go from tall to giant and even though his slender form makes it seem like a stiff wind could knock him over, you know from experience that he's actually pretty strong.

Vale is shorter and somewhat stout with muscled arms that would make anyone think twice about fighting him. Being a werewolf-vampire hybrid means he doesn't have a human form to shift into and while he has an intimidating, beastly body, you know his heart is practically as soft as his belly. He's just a cinnamon roll that happens to have teeth. He's dressed in loose grey pants and a loose comfy shirt so it doesn't irritate his copper-brown fur.

Quyne looks up at you. His hooded eyes brighten and his lips curve into a smile as he waves you over. You approach them, groaning at the empty bottles littering the table. As a pureblood vampire, Quyne can't drink any of that, so there's only one other option as to who did.

"Quyne, why'd you let him drink so much? You know he's too heavy for both of us to carry!"

Vale is pretty much passed out and his snout is almost in the ketchup on his plate, a limp french fry dangling from a claw. Quyne is across from him. His black eyeliner and white makeup look a little smudged in a sultry "I just got kissed" kind of way. It's been a long day and yet he still manages to pull off his iconic goth makeup.

Quyne shrugs, his glossy lips curling upwards again. "Hello to you too. You made it."

"Duh. I won't ever leave you stranded with this doofus," you reply, plopping down to give your feet a break. Quyne's text came just as you were closing from work, so you walked here. "How's your travel thing going?"

"Great. We've been living hand to mouth and honestly, it has made for some fun times," Quyne says, resting his arms on the table. "Vale ate a whole deer once."

"He caught it?" You're about to be impressed but Quyne shakes his head and snorts.

"No, he's too soft for that. Fresh roadkill."

Vale opens one golden eye and snuffles, able to pick up your scent even now.

"Sweetheart, it's you!" He says with a bit of a slur, lifting his head and bumping it against your shoulder.

"Hello, Vale." You wrap your arm around him and let him snuggle against your shoulder.

It's no easy feat because he's heavy leaning into you like that. His body relaxes and his tail begins to thump against the seat. He only wags his tail when he's really happy. You stifle a laugh and poke at the cold food. You're hungry but you're not in the mood for soggy fries.

"I can make you something if you let us sleep over at yours tonight," Quyne says, his fangs flashing in the bright overhead lights.

You nudge his foot under the table. There's a prejudice towards vampires in this city and on top of all of that he's drawing attention with his makeup and fluffy afro and towering body. Quyne only smirks in response, which makes you roll your eyes. Neither he or Vale possess much of a survival instinct.

"Hopeless idiots," you shake your head and pretend to think about his request. "Aren't you guys taking advantage of me like the old days?"

"Not if I cook for you," Quyne replies, leaning over the table and batting his eyelashes. "And do the dishes."

Without realising it you've leaned in as well. You're almost kissing before you're able to snap out of it.

"Don't do that," you pout. "You know better than to mesmerize me."

"I wasn't." He leans back and licks his lips.

"Whatever." You're not about to admit that you like him enough that he doesn't even need to mesmerize you for you to fall under his influence.

Quyne glances at his phone. "It's getting late."

Vale jumps up at that. "Sweetheart, you're not leaving us, are you?"

"No," you look up at the hybrid looming over you and blocking out the light. "You're coming home with me, puppy."

"Amazing. Balls, I'm so happy but the floor is swimming." He mutters, takes an unsteady step, and begins to topple.

In a flash, Quyne is bolstering him, tucking his phone into his skin-tight pants. "Lead the way," he says.

The three of you make a funny sight stumbling down the sidewalk as you and Quyne strain to keep Vale from ending up nose-first on the ground.

"Why is he so drunk?!" You complain.

"I told him to take it easy but you know."

"Know what?"

"Full moon is just around the corner," Quyne huffs, and your eyes widen.

"Oh! I forgot about that. Remind me why he doesn't match with any of the wolves around here?" You ask as you flag down a taxi.

"They either think he's too pushy or they don't like that he's a hybrid," Quyne shrugs. "I've been taking care of things myself."

"What?!" You snicker at the thought. "Now I see why you want to come to mine."

"Are you jealous?" Quyne pulls open the door for you.

"You wish," you shoot back playfully, getting in the backseat.

Vale clambers in after you. He has to lie over your lap to fit in the taxi, but of course, he doesn't mind.

"You smell good," he mumbles, wedging his snout between your legs.

You're happy you're not wearing a skirt. His nose would be chilly against your skin.

"Rude. Excuse me, mister," you tug gently on one of his ears and he moans.

The taxi driver clears his throat and glares into the review mirror.

"Sorry," you mumble.

Quyne sits in the front seat and looks out the window. Luckily there's not much traffic and before you know it you're outside your apartment building. The cleaner almost drops her mop as the three of you go by.

"I get so many stares when I'm with you two," you note.

"What can I say? I was born for the spotlight," Quyne sighs, fluffing his afro.

You step into the elevator and Vale presses his warm body against you, his teeth testing the skin at your neck.

"Vale..." You swallow a moan as his hand forces its way into your jeans.

You have to shift your weight and hold the rail to keep yourself steady.

"Just a taste, sweetheart. I promise," he groans.

"Have some patience. I said you could ravage her when we get to the apartment. Not one moment earlier," Quyne says, tugging on his forearm.

"Hngh... But her blood..." Vale says, his eyes flashing a dull red.

The elevator opens and you squirm free and dart out of it.

"You two planned this. Of course." You tut as you grab your keys, wanting to get inside as quickly as possible.

"Are you mad?" Quyne asks softly.

"No. You two are a hell of a handful, that's all." You push your door open with a flourish. "Welcome to my humble-"

Vale grabs your arm and yanks you in, tugging you over to the couch, a huge and sturdy custom-made piece of furniture. You bought it after Vale broke your previous one. You oblige and sit. Quyne closes the front door and pulls off his boots.

"What would you like to eat?" He asks.

"Uh..." Your brain isn't exactly working as you dumbly watch Vale shuck off his pants, nearly falling in his haste to get them off.

"Do you know how much I've missed you?" Vale pants. "Fuck, I used Quyne so hard, and all that time I was wishing you were there with us, just like old times."

"You owe me!" Quyne hollers to you from the kitchen. "Keeping up with Vale isn't easy."

You gulp when Vale pushes the coffee table out of the way and kneels in front of you. His ears flick back as his hand moves between his legs, gripping his swollen sheath and teasing his cock out. He pauses, eyes back to gold like twin moons.

"What are you waiting for?" You ask.

"Your permission. Can I taste you? Please?" He hisses through clenched teeth.

"I would like that," you say, and you've barely got the words out before he's yanking at your jeans.

"Careful," you remind him as his claws come dangerously close to poking you.

He grumbles and fumbles with the zipper, squinting.

"Are you sure you're sober enough for this?" You pat his head.

"Yeah, 'm fine. You take them off," he demands. "I'm going to rip them otherwise and I know that's your favorite pair."

You grin and wriggle out of them, pushing his snout back and making him wait while you get them all the way off along with your panties. He squirms in place, his soft muzzle digging into your palm. Finally, you lean back against the couch and give him the green light. He dives between your legs, prying them apart. Your hip joint pops and you wince.

"Sorry, sweetheart. You used to be pretty flexible... What happened?" He licks your inner thigh and nips at the skin there.

"I stopped working out," you admit ruefully.

"Tsk. How am I going to get you into a mating press if I have to worry about you pulling a muscle?" He replies.

You giggle at that, but you're not laughing for very long. He's looking up at you, and you see the way his pupils blow out as his tongue flicks out and drags against your pussy.

"God, I forgot how much I love this," he groans. "Fuck, the way you taste. Gorgeous."

His tongue is hot as he tastes you, his nose a cold press against your clit. Now and then he growls, and the sound vibrates through you. He's greedy for more, dragging you further down the couch so you're completely open to him. He forces his tongue inside you and scoots even closer, his breath hot against your thighs.

"Come on, sweetheart. You want to come, yeah?" His voice comes out muffled and broken between hitching gasps. "Come all over me, gorgeous."

He's the one who sounds like he's falling apart.

You play with your neglected tits, cupping them in your hands while your fingers tease your nipples in maddening circles, copying what his tongue is doing. You forgot how good Vale is at giving head. You don't even remember why you let them leave in the first place. Never again. You gasp, grabbing Vale's head and holding him there. Your orgasm is toe-curling and delicious and snatches your breath away.

When you come back to your senses, you're being manhandled by Vale into a better position for him to fuck you. It's instinct for a wolf to make sure their mate has at least one climax to prepare them, but with Vale, just one is never enough. However, it looks like he can't wait anymore.

"Oof," you grunt as he pushes you back rather roughly. "Hold on just a second, something is poking me."

You fish a hardcover book out from under you with moments to spare as he settles between your legs, yanking them apart. Your hip pops again but you're past caring.

"Gentle, Vale. It's been a while since I had anything as big as your-"

He isn't listening. He nudges his hips forward and sinks an inch into you. The flared head of his cock is the largest part except for his knot, and you're not happy about that.

"What did I say about being gentle?" You exclaim.

"Need help?" Quyne calls from the kitchen and he sounds amused, the bastard he is.

"I'm fine!" You reply stubbornly, biting your lip.

Vale attempts to stuff more of himself in and you shoot up on your elbows, teeth bared in a silent, primal snarl.

"Wait."

"Sorry," he grunts and looks a little cowed, but with the way his cock twitches inside you, you know he isn't really.

You lie down and take a few deep breaths.

"God, I forgot how big you are," you murmur.

Vale leans over you, flicking his tongue over your nipples, his teeth teasing at your skin in a way that always makes you hold your breath. He's never bitten you accidentally, though.

"You're so tight," he whines, tracing the blunt curve of his claw over your pussy lips, rubbing it against your clit. "You feel so good. Now?"

You shake your head and grab a throw pillow to hide your smile. You love seeing him get worked up as he struggles not to give in to his desire even as it clouds his eyes. He bows over you, nuzzling at your neck and fighting the urge not to bite. You love being bitten but you have to admit that the healing process sucks.

"Fuck," he hisses, shuddering. "This is torture, sweetheart."

A giggle slips out of you and his ears prick forward, eyes narrowing. He rips the pillow away and you can't help the huge smile on your face. He snarls and you shiver.

"You are going to pay for that."

"Ahhh wait! I'm sorry!" You squeak.

He slips out of you and you whimper at the feeling of suddenly being empty. He fists his cock, precum coating his palm and fingers. The insides of your thighs are slick too.

"Turn over. On your hands and knees," he bites out.

Oh shit. You've really done it now. You turn over a little reluctantly.

"Head on the couch. Yeah, just like that." He admires your ass for a moment, and you feel the couch shift behind you.

"Vale?"

He grabs your hips and yanks you back against him. Your hands scrabble against the couch for purchase and you shriek when he impales you on his cock. Your breath is knocked out of you when he pulls out and thrusts back in. The stretch is almost too much and you struggle to keep yourself up under him as his weight forces you down. His hips snap forward at a brutal pace and you have to grab the arm of the couch in an attempt not to fall over. He ruts into you and you wonder how it'll be when he's fully in heat. This is already almost too much to handle.

"Slow down," you beg, even as the pain starts to warm up into pleasure.

Sitting and walking is going to be hell tomorrow.

He grabs your hips and hauls you back onto his cock, hissing dirty words in your ear about how much you like this and how you complain but you're wet enough for both of you to hear it. You moan in response, arching back into him, giving in.

"There we go," he praises, yanking you up onto your knees, a hand circled lightly around your throat.

You reach down to play with your clit and help yourself along. From the way his thrusts get erratic and his growls get deeper, you know he's about to cum.

"Not... Not inside me okay?" You groan. "You can't."

He's too far gone into himself to listen. You attempt to do it yourself by pulling away. He slings an arm around your belly, holding you captive against him.

"I'm sorry, I have to. I can't stop."

"That's no excuse,' you grumble, but you're already resigned to your fate because you knew it would be like this.

"Come on, play with yourself, sweetheart. Cum for me. You can do that, right?" He murmurs against your ear.

You nod, bouncing along with his thrusts. You slip your hand between your thighs, touching your clit just the way you like. Orgasms are a moment of blissful ignorance for you and Vale takes advantage of it to force you onto his knot. You muffle a scream into your palm as your pleasure racks up a notch. Vale whimpers and bites his palm to spare you his teeth, grunting as his cum pours into you. Some of it would have spilled out if you weren't locked so tight around his knot. He murmurs sweet nothings into your ear and rubs your belly as you both catch your breath.

"You cheated," you point out, limp in his arms. "You're lucky I like you otherwise you'd be getting a talking to."

"Mmhmm." He sinks back against the couch with you on his lap, purring contently.

You relax against his soft body and close your eyes, basking in the afterglow. You feel a gaze on you and open your eyes to see Quyne in the doorway.

"The table is set!" He notices your predicament and smirks. "Oh, never mind then." He turns and disappears.

"Can you bring me a plate?" You beg.

Quyne reappears with a full plate of food. "I can do better than that. Poor baby, you look exhausted."

He settles on the couch to feed you, and he even lets Vale have a few bites.

[caswensworld]

“The outfits in Descendants: The Rise of Red are so bad” “I hate them” what Descendants are y’all talking about?

We gonna start off with Uma. No, I’m sorry, Principal Uma! She looks so good! D2 vibes all around. Sure, there’s not as many sea trinkets as I’d like there to be but I can live with that. I missed her Pirate hat and her fringed skirt! The shredded shirt, I see you, Harry Hook inspired! I love the brown sleeves with glitter, that definitely reminds me of the sea. I just got black fingerless gloves but now after seeing her, I want gold…Great. I haven’t talked about her jacket cause there’s no discussion to be said. No defense to be made. Uma will always have that fashion!

Princess Red of Wonderland here is slaying! The designer understood the assignment! Red’s style is like a combination of Mal and Evie. The gown gives Evie’s royalty and the other gives Mal’s edge. Let’s start with the dress, I have always had a thing for corsets , I don’t know what it is, I just love them. Her arm warmers! Maybe it’s something on the arms, I just find it so sexy (y’all should’ve seen me swoon over Mal’s D3 moto sport fit). Why does her dress give more Queen of Hearts then the actual Queen of Hearts. And don’t act like we didn’t see that crown, Miss Ma’am.

Now the other picture, it may be dark but I saw everything I needed to. I think that’s a double belt she’s wearing and I love wearing more than one belt! The leather pants with the gems on the side, love that! Combat boots are my true love, but y’all. Y’all. The hood. THE HOOD! WITH THE GEMS!! OHHH! I need the character pictures to drop so I know what to gender-bend and thrift.

First off all, Hades always got it on but THIS! Hades is my spirit god! I am Hadie. I can see how he pulled Maleficent. This is my father, I dressed up as this specific Hades for Halloween. I love it when my gender wears makeup, I personally like painting my nails and wearing eyeliner so to see it on Hades, I’m very happy. I am a sucker for jewelry and that choker around the neck! I recently bought my own choker because of him! His leather jacket is everything! The studs! I haves stud fetish! I need the jacket but it’s just too expensive. Now the main thing we need to talk about is THAT SHIRT! OR SHIRTS! I fully believe these are two shirts safety pinned together! I think that the blue might be long sleeve while the gray is short! I got the safety pins so I find the right shirts, I will my customizing!

The Mistress of Evil, Maleficent always has that fashion chic. The complaints I do understand are from her horns and hair. We’re gonna start with her hair. People were expecting it to be people because Mal’s was purple. Y’all, you cannot expect me to believe Mal’s hair was an inherited trait, I did not believe for a second that Maleficent had purple hair. (Imma have to do a whole other post on that). Now the horns, I do believe that her horns are there and her hair is just long enough to be wrapped around her horns. (And if not, then we go all Dragon). Now let’s talk about the pros. THE PURPLE EYESHADOW!! I LOVE THAT! The leather corset, again, something about a corset! Why do I have the feeling that’s dragon leather? If that’s a thing, is that a thing? Now let’s talk about that single arm sleeve. Even as a teenager, Maleficent still looks regal! How many chains does Maleficent have? I love that. Ulyana is a mean girl, Maleficent is a BAD girl!

It’s not that she doesn’t look good, it’s just that it’s all red. I know that’s her main color, but she does also wears black with a little bit of gold. That’s pretty much my only complaint, she looks beautiful, I love how the dress looks like roses! The sleeves, I love translucent or mesh or whatever it’s called. The crown is crowning! Don’t get me started on that corset turned collar!! But I do understand why they made her all Red so she can contrast with Queen Cinderella!

I’m am rating this because the other one we saw is not a dress, that is a cape or cloak or something, I don’t know what it’s called. This dress is very beautiful, I have always preferred her blue over her silver but I do like how the designer added silver swirls. The jewelry is everything! The earrings, the necklace, THE SILVER CROWN! IT’S BEAUTIFUL! Brandy is royalty herself! I’m not sure if you guys can see it, but she does have these shiny translucent gloves and I like them. I don’t care what you people say, even if it’s a little random, her blue braid is absolutely beautiful! I absolutely love it!! The first black Cinderella then the first Cinderella with blue hair, Brandy is the literal definition of iconic. She is the history of Cinderella.

Emilio Sosa, the designer, is amazing and he deserves his roses and trophies

[isfjmel-phleg]

As I've addressed before, very little of Kon's original costume was anything he actually chose. Then around 2001 his look got redesigned to reflect changing trends; the in-universe reason was his having a crisis over his image and turning to a girl who is heavily steeped in what's currently in to give him a makeover. So he doesn't necessarily choose that look either.

And I could make some points about how he's a complicated blend of insistent individuality and acceptance of roles assigned to him by other people, but instead I'm going to point out the one time he did choose his costume--a very short-lived one from his time without powers after the Sins of Youth arc.

(Superboy 1994 #1, #83)

So these are both of Kon's costumes from pre-2003, and they're both highly trendy and quite flashy, which is the image that he's typically associated with (aside from the later version of the character, which I'm not addressing here). As someone who was created in a lab to be a celebrity, he's very appearance-conscious, and looking "cool" is a major part of his public persona. In whatever form that must take according to current standards.

But, as I noted above, very little of this is on his own terms. Cadmus designed the too-many-belts suit. The leather jacket was a gift of sorts. He goes through several fashionable costumes in #83 before the girl who's giving him the makeover approves. She even gives him a different haircut. He doesn't seem to have an active say in any of this. (And he loses the shades and whatever those things are on his ears almost immediately afterward.)

He does presumably have a say in his civilian wardrobe, which he doesn't use very often, and I've noted before that it's actually, surprisingly, quite low-key. He dresses like an average teenage boy of that time, with a marked preference for blue, red, and yellow. I know this isn't the direction fanon likes to take, and some have argued that these clothes are just another attempt to fit in and not really reflective of his actual preferences, but...I think the evidence suggests otherwise. He could have chosen to, say, go full punk while at school in Hawaii. It would have been in keeping with his public image. His costume's flashy, so why not make flashiness his signature look at all times?

But he doesn't do that. He chooses ordinary clothes. Even when he's with his YJ friends on the way to a concert--a suitable occasion for out-of-the-ordinary self-expression.

And when he loses his powers and has to hand over his original suit to a doctor for testing, he develops a new costume that better functions with the adjustments he's having to make, and it looks like this:

(Superboy 1994 #76)

He retains the sunglasses and earring, which were originally his choices. The leather jacket is gone, buried with Tana by his request. The new costume is bright and colorful but a fairly basic design--a shirt and pants, more similar structurally to his civilian clothing. Practicality is emphasized; he has only one belt now--a very functional utility belt (and extra pouches on his boots) for the gadgetry he is now having to rely on, and the short sleeves allow for easy wear of the wrist guard that contains his flight ring and controls his shield. He maintains all the Superman colors, but the more prominent use of black sets him apart from his Kryptonian colleagues. The look is less a 90s-ified version of Clark's and more distinctively Kon's own. It has a civilian-like style while still being clearly a superhero's uniform.

And this apparently is his preference when given the choice for a costume. It didn't last long--only several issues of his solo and YJ--since once his powers were back he reverted to the original look. But for a little while he got to be a relatively normal person of his own making. The flashy trendiness is a part that he plays out of obligation, but the evidence suggests that, unconventional haircut and accessories notwithstanding, he's relatively more down-to-earth in his personal tastes than he's given credit for, which says a lot about his character.

[reasonsmandy]

Took you long enough

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — could you write a warren rojas x reader where it’s readers first time seeing warren not high. like she kinda realised that he’s this beautiful, adorable person that isn’t just a comedic relief side character. thanks! xx

✧.* summary — It wasn't often that you saw Warren sober, you could count the times on one hand. And on New Year's Eve when he showed himself vulnerable to you, something changed.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 2.5k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — Such a joy writing this, thank you so much for the ask. Hope you like it, good reading.

Interviewer: Do you remember when you fell in love with him?

Y/n L/n: *smiles* Actually yeah…

You packed your jacket for the second time before leaving the house, wondering if you had everything in hand to enjoy your New Year's Eve at Camila and Billy's house. A few weeks ago you were all smoking on the porch of the old place where you all lived and had the idea to celebrate Billy's sobriety.

You had been the band's closest friend since they moved into the house next to yours. You were so excited by the idea of having artists like you so close that it didn't take long to be in their presence. When you met you still had no more than a supporting role in some simple jobs out there, so you spent your afternoons memorizing scripts as they rehearsed their songs.

You saved Christmas to spend with your family, but you'd be lying if you didn't say you were thinking about meeting up with your friends throughout the event.You go to knock on the door of Camila's house, strangely nervous, even though you knew that everyone there loved you very much, you still felt afraid that you were being an interruption in the get-together of friends for years. Before you can knock the drummer's voice makes you jump in fright.

“Hey bella, took you long enough.” His voice was in a different tone, you turn to look at him and see him completely dressed in black.

You take a moment to let your heart beats regulate, also taking advantage of the same to observe the man next to you. The drummer's chest was covered by a black transparent mesh shirt, his pants were also black with some metallic stones adorning them. Still on his torso was a leather jacket and his neck contained a necklace with tiny drumsticks, his curls were wet so you deduced that he had just got out of the shower.

“Fuck Rojas! You scared the hell out of me!” You say putting your hands automatically to his chest, he can't help but laugh.

Observing his face now more calmly you see him with a softer expression, almost one that you don't usually see every time you are next to him. He notices you paying more attention to his features.

“What?” He asks, his arms crossed in curiosity.

“You look different, I don't know.” Your smile widens, Rojas' presence always did that to you.

“Oh, it must be because we're all clean tonight. You know, to celebrate Billy’s thing.” He says exactly, really glad that they were doing this for their friend.

Your face drops, “Oh no, Cami didn't tell me anything… I brought, you know, nevermind. I'll just keep them in the car.”

Warren walks with you to your car, and even though you tried to hide his presence it still affected you. A few weeks ago you had spent the entire night with him on the porch of your house, after inviting everyone to dinner there, he had been the only one to stay after one in the morning.

And after this interaction there was a tension that could be palpable between you, but as the drummer was always dancing in jokes and humor in any subject you never thought it was something to discuss again. When you get to your car he rests his hand on the hood, watching your every movement, you feel nervous but he loves watching you closely.

“Just out of curiosity, what did you bring?” He speaks with a smirk, you hit him on the shoulder, rolling your eyes while laughing.

“No no no, let's keep the promise for Billy.” You close the door of your car and when you are about to go towards the door once again he grabs your hand, making you turn around.

“Are you sure? There's still time." He jokes, you grab his hand and pull him towards the door “Alright Alright, you make the calls cariño.”

Interviewer: Wait wait, but what happened the night on your balcony?

Y/n L/n: *blushes* First of all I'd like to make it clear that I was really high…

The sky was getting completely dark when you were smoking your fourth cigarette, your friends had stopped there for dinner and they had said goodbye not long ago. You exhale the smoke forward knowing you were alone, feeling the early morning breeze hit your body like a hug. As you feel the wave hit your brain, your muscles relax, and you let yourself lean on the counter while relaxedly observing the lonely street.

Warren had left with the others, but as he walked to his house he stopped at the door, Karen entered next to Graham but he didn't notice. Eddie notices when Rojas thinks twice about entering, so he watches what the drummer is going to do or what's stopping him.

“You good there?” He asks yawning, the dark surroundings making it easier for his body to seek rest.

Warren could see your body on the balcony of your house, the dim light in your room illuminated you from behind and the view he had of your figure puffing cigarette smoke was majestic. There had been a time when the drummer's dark eyes observed your person with a different affection, where just your presence caused sensations that he enjoyed discovering.

He nods to Eddie's question, turning to him. “Are you guys okay without me?”

“You wanna go back to y/n's?” Eddie asks with a smirk, weariness visible in his eyes.

He opened his mouth to respond, but he only had one answer. He nods, and Eddie does the same with pride, turning to enter the house.

You can see the curly head heading back towards your home, and you just turn your head to the side trying to understand what could have happened. You hear four knocks on the door, a pause for two more knocks and finally a light knock, you smile a little.

“It's open Warren!” You scream so he hears, and soon afterwards you hear his steps up the stairs.

You hear the silence again and turn to find the drummer watching you in the doorway, you see his chest only with the classic vest, this time the one with a donkey on the back. You approach him, resting both hands on his shoulders.

Y/n L/n: Very high…

“You're back.” You smile and he does the same, you admire his face and he feels naked under your gaze.

“You asked me to bella.” He answers, Wrapping you in his arms as he looks deep into your eyes. “Come, let's sit down.”

He takes you to the padded bench that was on your balcony, as soon as you do so, he goes towards your room.

“No Warren, please don't leave.” You complain, as you feel the drugs intensifying.

“Calm down, I'm not going anywhere.” He returns from your room with a blanket that was on your bed, wrapping it around his back and then wrapping it around him. “Estoy aquí niña, now tell me, what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“You keep appearing in my dreams Rojas.” You talk slurred, you hear him giggling and you break away to look at him.

“And what do I do, uh?” He teases you, kissing the top of your head.

“Usually we are like this, which is confusing, you know? ” He listens to you calmly, and you feel that the drugs leave your filter behind. “Because I never know if you're serious when it comes to anything. But we are like this, all my doubts and insecurities are gone and I just feel you protecting me from everything.”

“You really think I'm able to do that?” Warren feels his heart speed up, his arms pulling you closer with urgency.

“Yes, I honestly think so.” You mumble against his chest, snuggling closer. “It's just, ugh…”

“And what's wrong with it, hermosa?”

“That they are just dreams.” You speak in a whisper. Letting yourself finally fall asleep.

Y/n L/n: I mean, later he told me all that happened that night, because I remembered just flashes of it.

Warren Rojas: *smiles shyly*

Eddie Roundtree: Hear me out, everyone and their mothers knew that Warren and Y/n had feelings for each other, since day one they just connected. But on New Year's Eve, it was different.

Karen Sirko: Y/n was radiant, she looked at Warren in a way I've only seen... Nevermind *says shyly*

The rest of the band was in the living room while you and Rojas were cooking, or better, he was watching you cook. He watches you leaning on a counter while smiling at your every move, he loved watching you and you knew that and loved it.

“I know you are watching me Rojas.” You say while mixing the salad.

He comes closer, laying his body close to you. “I wasn’t trying to hide it.” He shrugs, and you roll your eyes playfully.

There was something about Warren's presence that you had never noticed before, he seemed to actually be there, by your side and one hundred percent present. You liked that.

“What was the first song you learned to play on the drums?” You ask without precepts, catching him by surprise with your sudden interest.

“I think it was something like...” He opens the cupboard under the sink, taking out two pans and pots, you immediately let out a laugh. He starts drumming a random beat that sounds more like noise. Looking at you as if he felt complete in your joyful reactions. “Thoughts?”

You burst into laughter, he smiles with his eyes shining. “So many.” You say when you finish laughing, wiping the corners of your eyes that had a little water in them.

“I always played, Mi Abuelo had a drum kit and that's where I started to learn. Ever since I was a kid, I would go there and pretend I knew what I was doing. Until I understood how the basics worked, and from then on, well... It became my fixation, it was all I wanted to do twenty-four hours a day.”

You smile genuinely in awe. “You were definitely born for this. Seriously, you’re the best drummer I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh stop, you don't mean that.” Warren Rojas was shy, you were in shock.

You let go of what you were doing, since you had promised that he would be the one to put everything in a container when ready. Wiping your hands on the nearest towel and turning to him with a serious look.

“I do, you're amazing.” Your gaze penetrating his eyes was the reason his legs were shaking.

“Gracias…” He says scratching the back of his head. "Means a lot.”

You see more than sincerity in his eyes, you see dedication, it was a type of intimacy that he had never had with anyone and that's when you felt that he allowed you to read him. Warren feels his heart beating like an animal desperate to free itself from its cage, he thought it was the absence of drugs in his system but it was actually the release of another hormone, he was falling in love.

He fakes a cough to bring back the air of simplicity, failing in one of his goals. “What about you cariño? Since when did you know what you wanted to do?”

You let out a sigh, raising your hand and calling him closer with your index and upper finger, he approaches you. You take your hands to the collar of his jacket, asking permission to remove it, he just agrees and so you do.

You position yourself behind him, removing your apron to tie it around his waist, Rojas closes his eyes feeling your touch in fear that it would end soon, and opens them when he feels you away.

You look at him once again, with curiosity, deciphering what was hovering between you. “I'm an artistic person, as long as I'm connected to art I feel good. When I turned fifteen I was in a play in my hometown, and found momentary but welcoming homes on each stage where I brought a character to life. That was the moment I knew.”

As you say it, you guide him around the kitchen, indicating what he should do. And during all those seconds, all Warren wanted was to put it all down and memorize your every move.

He focuses on the ingredients for the first time, which makes you surprised, but it was the only way he had the courage to say what he wanted. He feels his heart racing once again, is this what being sober is?

“Eres arte, hermosa.” He whispers, and you frown trying to understand. He tries once more. “You are art, you're just… perfect.”

Your mind and body stops for a moment, you widen your eyes. He takes a few steps back, taking off the apron and putting his jacket back on. You immediately rush over to him, cupping his face in your hands.

“Do you mean that?” You ask, afraid of the answer. “Please, tell me you do.” You whisper, like your body was begging for you to get closer to him already.

“I do.” He replies, taking his hands to your waist. “You are art, and I would spend days analyzing every detail of you.”

As your eyes locked, an overwhelming sense of tenderness washed over both of you. The kitchen's aromas faded into the background, and it was as though the entire universe had conspired to bring you to this moment.

Without haste, you pressed your lips to his in a gentle, lingering kiss. It was a meeting of souls that had been separated for far too long, a kiss that held the weight of a lifetime of unspoken love. Warren pulls you closer, feeling every curve of your body as he promises to “analyze every detail of you”.

The world seemed to hold its breath as your lips danced together, a delicate and cherished connection. Each brush of your lips conveyed the depth of your affection, a love that had patiently waited for its time to bloom. You play with the curly strands of his hair, showing urgency at this moment, for him, for both of you.

Time stood still as you shared that kiss, a moment suspended in eternity. It was a kiss that whispered of a profound bond, of two soulmates reunited at last, afraid to let go, lest this precious moment vanish like a dream.

When you finally parted, there was a softness in your gaze, and a huge smile on his face, you caressed his cheeks feeling his unshaven beard almost meeting his mustache, he plays with your shirt as if trying to keep his hands to himself.

“Thank God!” Eddie's voice makes you both jump in fright. “Took you long enough!”

Eddie Roundtree: We were starving!! They wouldn't come back. *Shrugs*

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[verdemoun]

i’m a bit behind on the timewarp au, so i’m sorry if someone’s already asked this! buuttt… how did everyones sense of fashion change in modern day?

me, sitting here in my decade's old hoodie and pikachu pajama shorts: yes, fashion

Hosea is a v subservient husband who wears anything his wife gets him. Sometimes he's the high fashion old man with the tailors pants and crisp shirt under a blazer. Sometimes it's the rattiest home-made sweater with dropped stitches that somehow matches his $4 slippers and he just looks even older than he is but so snug.

Arthur wears nothing but jeans and t-shirts with the occasional jacket unless someone else picks out clothes for him. He still wears cowboy boots.

Sean and Lenny are all walmart/shein/temu horrid patterns cheap clothing boys. The closest Sean gets to fashion is his pizza delivery uniform. Lenny learns a little bit about fashion by googling 'college outfits for men'.

Charles lives in heavy-duty trade jeans and plaid flannels. Flannel shirt. Too cold for flannel shirt? Black shirt under flannel jacket. Carries high-vis in his truck. Lumberjack core.

Kieran exclusively wears hoodies. Admittedly some are 'nice' hoodies but then comes the impossible challenge of finding pants he will willing wear. He needs to be warned if he's expected to leave the house 2 days in advance to do washing.

Javier lives for the concept of fashion and just looks like an instagram model at all times. Just a diva. It isn't until he shows up and corrects the 1899's gang sense of fashion they actually look decent.

John and Jack both fall in love with emo. Leather jackets, black jeans, chokers. Abigail spends so much on anti-fade laundry detergent.

Abigail and Karen end up with very similar fashion styles. The occasional summer dress but mostly pants, nice shirts - functional clothes for chasing around their demonic little girls. Abigail is a cardigan queen.

Grimshaw would burn her dresses if she could. She discovered the luxury of pants and never looked back. Still rocks a corset though. Anyone brave enough to catcall her is getting tased, pepper-sprayed or shot depending on her mood.

When Dutch isn't in the hospital he still wears basically just his canon era vests, buttoned shirts and fitted pants - in the hospital it's psych-ward issues jammies for him.

Molly looks like a cottage-core queen and has the rolling to pack it up.

[britcision]

Okay, so I absolutely love your DF:DALI fic and I wanna draw fanart sooooo bad. But I can't seem to finds Dannys description in the long text 🙈 Do you have a post in which you describe the outwardly differences of the characters in comparison to canon? Tucker and Sam are aged up as well and I'd love to give you more art ❤️ sorry for the bother

I am so soo soooo sorry about this long delay, but uh…

well, Danny isn’t much taller than his established canon. He’s 5’7 instead of 5’4 and still the shortest in the family. he’s grown his hair out some and cut the bangs back a smidge, gained a little bit of muscle definition but since he mostly fights as a ghost, that’s all about his mental strength so he has no actual gains

(Danny is annoyed by this but he does still have disproportionate super strength for his size and he tried working out once

once)

he’s still living the broke college life so it’s jeans or sweatpants and t-shirts while he’s at home, with oversized hoodies (particularly a cherished limited edition NASA galaxy print Jazz got him for his 18th) and a jacket.

Jack tried to give Danny his old college leather jacket before he left but Jack was 6’9 tall and broad before ending high school sooooo it’s a circus tent on Danny

Sam and Tucker are absolutely both taller than Danny, Sam is 5’8 and Tucker’s 6’ but still all lanky he’s not remotely buff

Sam is 1000% the buff one too, if they only had human strength she could take the boys both at once. She’s still goth, but buys her own clothes now so it’s a little more dark academia-cottage goth, lots of vests and either tight black pants or multi layered skirts and knee high boots. her hair is still short and she still does the half up do, but it’s a bun more than ponytails

She’s gotten broader in the shoulders more than any amount of curvy and is less pale now that she’s working outdoors, she looks like the butch to Val’s femme even on her skirt days

(Val is a Black Amazonian goddess nearly Fenton tall (6’6) with her long natural curls and curves for days, very fashionable and ironically both more well off and more well dressed than Sam on both of their independent incomes)

Tucker is a broke bitch so long as he can buy tech before clothes so one day he’ll upgrade to his sexy suit man dreams but for now he’s still in cheap shirts and cargo pants (lots of pockets are a must for all of ‘em Sam’s skirts are 60% pockets) and his signature red beret

he tried a goatee for a bit and then tried growing out his hair for locs but did not bother maintaining either so he’s bare faced and buzzed short for now

[fanficfanatic000]

Small town freak

Scar eddie munson x fem reader in small town

TW 18+ read if you dare

You always lived in this small town your whole life you were always quiet it's not that you hated talking it's just that alot of people in your town weren't interesting. No one liked rock music or dark clothing or horror movies just you the odd fucker out And the men weren't really fun or hot they were nice but they were more focused on work and moving away. Yep small town Everly but little did you know a certain man was gonna walk in your life.You get dressed in your red tank top and black ripped jeans and you quickly put your combat boots and eyeliner on you were craving those spicy chips you love and your favorite drink. You run out the door and you walk to the closest convenience store and minutes passed and you finally arrived you open the door and the bell rings on the door. You rush towards the chips and you grabbed 2 bags one for niw and one for later and you made your way to the drinksYou open the freezer door and you look for your drink until you see it on the bottom shelf. You sighed and bent down when you got bumped into. Pushed on the ground "S-Sorry are you okay? " You look towards the mysterious deep voice to see the dark brown earthy kind eyes. A scar on his left cheek. Messy longer hair and a silver ring cladded hand extended to you. "Hey are you okay?" he said softly. You took his hand and stood up. "Uh yeah im okay..." you look him up and down noticing the dark color pants and a black t shirt under his black leather jacket with the creative Jean vest over it. And you see him look you up and down then his eyes met yours. He visibly gulped pink blush creeping across his cheeks "uh sorry. Can i ask you a question?"You nodded yes "sure." "Um have you played dnd?" You were caught off guard by the question. "Um no i havent well ive wanted to i just never really had anyone who played it.." you rambled. He smiles "well your in luck sweetheart beeeecauseee i have started a club for dnd just show up this friday" he hands you a little hand made card: everly hellfire club starts on Friday"Ive handed like 4 out so it should be enough people " he rocked back and forth. Toe to hill "ill be there... im y/n"He smiles wider "im eddie. I uh i just moved here" he stares at you "well eddie i'll see you friday" "see you frida-y" his voice cracked. .After that interaction you couldn't stop thinking about that boy eddie the way he stood the way he talked and he played dndLike a fucking dream of yours you couldn't wait for friday which was the day after tomorrow and tomorrow you had work at The movies cause you had to pay the rent of your apt room young adult life rip.At your work you had to wear a bright orange red t shirt and black pants. Not bad but not the best on you. passing movie tickets to people all day wasn't bad but it was a small town and most the people were teenagers or the young adult ass wholes who never grew up fully over flowing the cups and spilling everywhere play wrestling eachother when you overheardThem making fun of someone who sounds Pretty familiar "yeah have you seen that freak walking around he gave me a card for nerd club and have you seen his scars he probably cut them himself by the looks of him".... you wanted to kill them just for saying anything about him bad. But you couldn't or you'd be fired. You were on your last strike already from going off on a asshole named Chad. So you ignored it.FridayyyyyyyYES YOU ARE SO FUCKING EXCITED You did everything to look your best slightly messing your hair up eyeliner. Slightly ripped black jeans shorts. Black boots with tiny silver chains and a off shoulder t shirt of your favorite band You were ready and slightly late FUCKKKKKYou rush out the door and drove as fast as you could without officer John seeing.You parked in the almost empty parking lot wondering if you're actually early or late You close the car door and you take a deep breath and walked into the rental lot. You opened the door

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[lixenn]

HELLOOO!!! (〃＾▽＾〃) These are for Dan, Dave & Rina!!! 💖

🌼- What's your favorite thing about this oc?

☁️- What is this oc's clothing style like?

Heya there Ein! My angel! Thank you for coming in and delivering some questions 💜✨

Dan

🌼- What's your favorite thing about this oc?

This is difficult to answer because I love a lot of things about Chief. Hmmmm... I like his competence and ability to roll with the craziest bullshit. Yes, some stuff the Varia pulls will have him stumped especially when he's tired (brain takes longer to process things) but he will put his confusion and questions on the back burner and just get shit done. I'm a sucker for competent people Ein, it's one of my weaknesses 😔

☁️- What is this oc's clothing style like?

Dan isn't really a fashionable person, he prefers comfort and practicality over style. He wears the Housekeeping uniform while working (so pretty much 24/7 OTL). The standard uniform looks a bit formal, it's basically dress pants (black), dress shirt (depends on division but as Chief of Staff Dan's shirt is also black) and Varia boots. Since Dan wears his uniform a lot it kind of misleads people into thinking that it's his prefered way of dressing but it's not. His personal style is way more casual. Hoodies and sweaters, cargopants (he lives for the cargo pants, he needs the pockets so bad), mostly in earth tones. Green, brown and grey are his go to colours sometimes he mixes in some black. He still wears the Varia boots in his free time too because they are the best boots 🫡

Dave

🌼- What's your favorite thing about this oc?

My favourite thing for Dave is his complexity. He started of as just some silly comic relief with his comments in the Guide but he quickly grew into a very complicated character with lots of layers and hurts. I like how he developed into someone life like, someone who's a lot little bit broken, hiding the his true self under a mask.

☁️- What is this oc's clothing style like?

Dave also wears the Housekeeping uniform while working but unlike anyone else in the division he doesn't stick to one shirt colour. Dave exists in a weird twilight zone where nobody actually knows what his place is. He's just ghosting around in Housekeepings command structure doing whatever he likes which includes wearing all the different shirt colours of the different departments lmao.

As for personal style... It varies on mood, he often goes with punk deliquent kinda style, ripped jeans, lots of jewellery, leather jacket, fishnet, matching the chaos gremlin energy. But sometimes he likes something soft and cozy too, with oversized sweaters and slacks. Again it depends on what he feels like in the morning. Just know that Dave is pretty fasionable (unlike me and Chief OTL) and cares a lot about his appearance.

Rina

🌼- What's your favorite thing about this oc?

I love Marina's ambition and ruthlessness. She's a powerful woman, but not for her abilities in battle. No, Marina fights with words and social influence. Sweet praise, hiding dripping poison underneath. Nudging someone in the right direction with just a few comments. A manipulator in the shadows, often dismissed as just another pretty face (which she fully takes advantage of). Politics is her playground and oh boy is she winning at it.

I love strong female characters but I wanted Marina to have a different kind of strength. So yes, she's ruthless and has high ambitions, but she fulfils her desires in a social setting instead of in a fighting one.

☁️- What is this oc's clothing style like?

Marina is pure elegance. Beautiful dresses, nice pair of heels. Often times simple but still stunning. Her usual go to are dresses and skirts but she also rocks a pant suit occasionally. Colourwise she's not that picky but tends to go for warm colours over cold ones. (She's also fond of green like Dan).

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[avengerscompound]

The Interview - Chapter 9

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Rating:  E

Warnings:  nothing

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count:   2188

Summary:  Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America.  Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 9

Dressing for a vampire dinner theater wasn’t something everyone could claim to be experts at.  Melody had been to this particular show so many times now, that she had an outfit ready to go.  She knew how it fit, she knew how to do her hair with it, and she knew exactly how red she liked her lip color and how sharp she liked her eyeliner.  It was a look she’d adjusted and added to each time she went to the show.  It consisted of a long black, Victorian-style dress, with a red corset, over a white, high-necked ruffled bodice.  At her throat, she wore a brooch with a dark red stone in the middle.  Over the dress, she wore a long, tailored lace coat that she’d made with the help of Bobbi.  She had knee-high, lace-up boots, and a little lace fascinator she wore in her hair, putting in product to enhance her curls.  The fact her hair was naturally black just added to the effect.  It meant when she was completely dressed, it was hard to tell that she wasn’t one of the cast.

The buzzer to her apartment sounded and she went and answered it.  “I’ll be right down,” she said.

She grabbed her clutch and hurried down the stairs.  Steve, Sam, and Bucky were waiting on the steps together.  They’d been told that people dressed up for the event, but if they stuck with shades of red and black they’d be fine.

Bucky had gone in his usual head-to-toe black.  A black leather jacket over a black shirt and black jeans.  He’d slicked his hair back and he had leather gloves on.  The gloves were to hide his prosthetic hand, but they helped add to the vampire feel he had just by wearing his regular clothes.  Steve had opted for a three-piece suit, the jacket, vest, and pants, he had paired it with a white shirt, and rather than wear a tie, he’d put on a red cravat.  It didn’t quite pass as a vampire, but he looked good, and you appreciated that he made the effort.

Sam was the one that had really gone all out.  He had a waistcoat with red roses embroidered on it that he wore over a white ruffled shirt.  He had black dress pants, and over the whole ensemble, he had the perfect vampire cloak with red satin lining and a high black collar.

“You all look so good,” Melody said as she stepped outside, into the warm New York evening.  “Sam Wilson!  Look at you?”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he teased and fished in his pocket.  He turned away from her, and when he turned back he smiled revealing a cheesy pair of vampire fangs.

Melody laughed as she approached him.  “You’ll fit right in,” she said, as she kissed him on the cheek.  She did the same to Bucky and then moved to Steve.

“You look amazing,” Steve said.  “Straight from a classic vampire movie.” 

“Thank you,” she said.  “I’ve been to this show a lot.”

“What’s it like?” Bucky asked as the group began to make its way to the subway station.  A car drove by and honked its horn and Melody and Sam both enthusiastically returned the waves of the people in it.

“It’s corny and fun,” she explained.  “There’s a lot of very talented out-of-work actors in New York, so performance-wise it’s better than a lot of dinner theatre you might see in other places.  You sit down and have dinner with a vampire ‘family’ -” she put the word family in air quotes “- there’s live music during dinner and the cast all kind of drop hints for what will happen later.  The meal is pretty good actually.  It’s kind of supposed to look over the top, and aristocratic, but everything is shades of black and red.  So there are these charcuterie boards that are put out as appetizers and it’s blackberries, dark red grapes, and then very dark red salamis and smoked meats, as well as cheeses and crackers that blend into that.  Then there’s a tomato bisque, a salad with blackberries, blood orange, rose petals, feta, and red peppers.  Then a main of these amazing shish kebabs and purple roasted potatoes.  The dessert is a red velvet cake.  They have amazing cocktails that look like you’re drinking blood.  At dessert, the real play part of it goes down.  But I don’t want to spoil it.”

“It sounds like it’s going to be really fun,” Steve said. “I’ve always loved the theater.  I try to go see musicals whenever I can.  Which isn’t that often, to be honest.”

“I’m completely the same,” Melody said.  “Because Bobbi is an actor/singer, she tries to keep up to date with what’s on and all the songs.  I go with her when I can.  We’ve gotten good at grabbing discounted tickets.  But I love it.  I’d go every week if I could.”

“You guys really support each other, don’t you?” Sam asked.

“She’s my best friend and my closest family,” Melody said.  “We were there for each other when there was literally no one else, and it was always our dream to come to New York and make it - her as an actor, me as a writer.  I don’t even think I’d be here if it weren’t for her.  But even if I’m wrong and I’d have figured out a way to do it on my own - I wouldn’t want to.”

“That’s how I feel about these two,” Steve said.

“So we date each other, we date the family?” she said, looking up at him.

His eyes crinkled in the corners, lining his otherwise flawless skin.  “I guess so.”

The small group made their way down the stairs to the subway platform.  It was there that they were set upon by a group of fans who wanted selfies and to talk.  Melody stood out of the way as best she could, and when the train arrived, Sam caught her arm, stopping her from getting into the same car as the fans and guiding her into one of the cars further down.  “Do you ever get used to that?” she asked.

Steve shrugged and nodded his head from side to side.  “Yes and no.  There are always times when it can be too much.  You know?  When there are too many of them and you’re just trying to go about your day, or you’re having dinner, or in the middle of a conversation.  But you get used to figuring out ways to minimize it, and you get used to the back and forth involved.  These people usually are fans or they’re people we’ve helped.  They aren’t bad people, no one wants to upset them.”

“And that’s why Sam made us sit in a different section?” Melody asked.

“That’s right,” Sam said.  “But it’s not all bad.  You get free meals sometimes, and people like giving you gifts.”

“People like giving them gifts,” Bucky corrected.  “So I have a question.  Your cousin - Bobbi - is she seeing anyone?”

You smiled and nudged him slightly.  “No, Bucky,” you said.  “She’s single.”

It wasn’t long before the group was getting off the train and heading back into the warm New York night.  The city was busier down where the restaurant was located, the street was filled with the sounds of traffic and the sidewalk was crowded with people, striding along, seemingly in a rush, as all typical New Yorkers were all hours of the day or night.  Melody led the way to the black and red facade of the dinner theater.  The greeter at the door was dressed like the classic Bela Lugosi Dracula.  Melody knew him both in his role at the theater and a little as just Jake from the few times you’d hung out with the cast with Bobbi.  “Ah, Lady Melody, you have come to visit us again.  And you’ve brought friends.  Enter.”

He let them through and led them to their seats at one of the long tables in the red and black room.  There were four long tables in all, ornately carved out of a dark wood.  The chairs were all high-backed and lined with red velvet.  At one end of the room was a fireplace with a large Gothic portrait above it, and at the other end, a string quartet was playing slow haunting music.  There were already some other patrons at the table and Melody knew that by the time the show started there would be actors at the tables too.

“This is cool,” Sam said.  “Reminds me of dates I went on before I joined the Air Force.  I bet neither of you has been anywhere like this,” he added, gesturing to Steve and Bucky.

“You would win that bet,” Steve said.  “I have no idea what to expect.”

“You’re going to love it,” Melody said and took his hand.  “At the very least you’re here with your friends.”

“That’s true,” he said and bumped her softly with his shoulders.

The room slowly filled and the actors came in, starting the show in a very low-key way so that the people had time to settle and begin eating the appetizers.  Sam and Melody talked Bucky and Steve into trying Vampire’s Kisses cocktails.

When Bobbi came out in her full Victorian vampire costume and took a seat at the table opposite Bucky, Bucky’s eyes lit up.  Melody hadn’t realized just how much of an impact her cousin had on the ex-assassin.  It wasn’t a surprise exactly.  Bobbi was Melody’s favorite person in the world, but Bobbi had this way of drawing attention to her with her loud and flamboyant personality, whereas Bucky Barnes seemed to avoid attention like it was the plague.  Perhaps it was the way she shone so brightly that attracted Bucky.  Or maybe it was just that Melody hadn’t seen Bucky open up fully yet.  Either way, he looked smitten.

As the night went on, the men really began to enjoy themselves.  Melody and Steve became more affectionate too.  Not that their PDA was anything more than completely innocent, but they nudged each other playfully when they shared a joke, and they held hands under the table when they weren’t eating.  During the final part of the production, while the audience was watching the vampire hunters come in and try to save the audience, he kept his arm around her, almost protectively.

Even though Bobbi could only interact with Bucky in character, and she had to divide her time and attention between all the guests, Melody loved getting to see their flirtatious interactions.  Bucky practically had hearts for eyes, every time he spoke to her.

Melody could relate.  She felt the same way about Steve.  She was smitten.  Her heart fluttered in her chest every time she locked her brown eyes with his blue.  She worried she was going to fall too hard too fast for him, only to lose part of herself.

When the show was over, Melody, Sam, Bucky, and Steve went to the bar next door to wait for Bobbi to come meet them. The group greeted her with a round of applause and after a couple more drinks they headed back to Melody and Bobbi’s building together.  The whole time, Steve kept his arm around her.

When they arrived back at her building Bobbi stopped to talk to Sam and Bucky as Steve pulled Melody to the side.  “I am so glad we did this,” he said, leaning into her.  He was so close that even in the low glow of the streetlight, she could see the fine lines of his face.  “Next time just the two of us though, I think.”

“I completely agree,” she said.  “Bucky is really into Bobbi, huh?”

Steve chuckled and looked over at them.  “He seems to be.  It’s good.  He hasn’t dated at all since he got out of HYDRA.”

“I’ll tell her to be gentle with him,” Melody said.

“Thank you,” he said, softly, leaning in just a little.

Melody could tell he wanted to kiss her, but he wasn’t going to bridge that last little gap.  She put her hands on his cheeks and moved in, so she could feel the heat of his breath on her lips.  “Kiss me,” she breathed.

He brought his lips to hers, softly and tenderly.  His lips slowly caressed hers, just barely parting.  It sent a shiver through her and as he pulled back, she chased him briefly, wanting a little more.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said.  “We’ll set up another date.”

“Just the two of us,” Melody said.

Steve pecked her cheek and pulled back completely.  “Just the two of us.”

Melody climbed the steps, meeting Bobbi halfway up. “Night, Bucky, night, Sam,” she called to the two men as they began to walk away.  “I had fun.”

“Night, Mel,” Sam called back as Bucky raised his hand.  “See you ‘round.”

“I got his number,” Bobbi said as they went inside.

“I got the first kiss,” Melody countered,

Bobbi laughed and nudged her.  “Always having to one-up me.”

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