#looking handsome and dapper as usual

[childoftheriver]

The boys being…

[emo-batboy]

thoughts on battinson with his like seven kids and they have to suffer through everyone wanting to fuck him cause have you seen him??

Alright so this response kinda works in a competely separate realm of canon than what I usually post. I’m gonna preface that right now, but BOY do I have thoughts :D

So when I think of Battinson and his (non)accidental orphan acquisition, I see Battinson as being on a much more even playing field emotionally than most other iterations. He’s not really as stoic and put-together, so having kids (especially multiple) would cause a LOT more chaos and drama. So in this case, I like to think that it happens at a very rapid rate. (Again, I’m saying this because this require straying from the film’s canon to a much larger degree than I usually do.) SO by the time he’s 32, he has an 11yo Dick, a 9yo Jason, and an 8yo Tim. And they probably grow with him much like teen parents do with their kids. He’s not as authoritative as most parents. Instead, he starts out as like half older brother, half dad, then graduates to the roll of batdad after his whole vengeance era.

THAT ALL BEING SAID!! BECAUSE THEY’RE SO MUCH OLDER AND BRUCE IS YOUNGER, THEY DEAL WITH A LOOOOTTTTTT OF CREEPY LADIES TRYING GO GET WITH THEIR DAD. (AND THEY ARE VERY. SMART. FOR THEIR AGE)

Dick, older brother and the leader of the “Save Dad and Our Childhood Innocence” brigade teaches the three everything there is to know. He is the most experienced with these awful public events like galas and charity auctions, so he is in control.

And it is SO much easier to get the creepy suitors to back off when they work as a team

Dick talks everyone’s ears off. He’s the golden boy (getting perfect grades and gold medals in his school’s gymnastics team) so he EASILY gets away with distracting people

Dick will insert himself into adult conversations all the time, and Bruce always lets him, which allows Jason and Tim to wreak havoc on whatever target they chose.

Whenever it isn’t too obvious or it’s late enough in the night, Jason will fake a cold or a headache sometimes (he’s prone to falling sick) and Bruce will insist that he take his kid home and tuck him into bed himself, very fatherly

Tim uses his Youngest Child points to woo the nicer ones and direct them away from Bruce, but it doesn’t usually works on the gold diggers (and thank god because Tim HATES acting cute) so he’ll use it on Bruce instead

When those three plans don’t work, the three gremlins start getting Creative TM

Jason, taking a swig from some wine glass and proceeding to spray it all over Vicky Vale’s white dress: “This isn’t grape juice!”

Tim, resident iPad kid and (despite popular belief) The Most Evil of the Three, sees some lady touching his batdad so he finds her phone number on an online directory and prank calls her every time she gets too close

Suitor: “Your father is very handsome.” Dick: “My father’s dead :(” “…” “Oh wait, you mean Bruce! Yeah, he’s nice.”

One lady starts hanging off of Bruce, but he needs to run off to say hello to an investor. Jason appears from nowhere in his dapper little tux and the lady just says, “So uhh, you like the Wiggles, right?” Jason: “Nope! Have you ever read Crime and Punishment? :)”

Dick “accidentally” slaps some obnoxious guests with his wild hand gestures “Oh no! I’m so sorry :(( Let me get you an ice pack” and pulls them away while the other two hide their laughter

One of the ladies who is WAY too comfortable and forward when flirting with Bruce is forced to sit down with Tim and he goes in head first “what are you doing with my dad?” “oh you know what adults do, honey. Messing around, having fun” and he’s like “well My dad doesn’t look interested” “of course he is! who knows? Maybe we’ll hit it off and make another one of you one day” which gives Tim intense psychic damage, but he’s a horrible little brat so he doesn’t give up. He hits her with the innocent doe eyes and asks in the cutest fucking voice “Where do babies come from?” she BOOKS IT (they never see her again)

Anyway, to answer your question: they are little terrors. and Bruce knows they’re little terrors, but he doesn’t care because he hates the creepy attention even more than they do, but this way it comes with a show :D

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

❤️Valentine - Charles Leclerc

 'It don't matter be combative or be sweet cherry pie, it don't matter just as long as I get all you tonight'

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Valentines day. The one day a year that all couples were supposed to get along, and act like they were totally, unbelievably, undeniably in love. Throwing around the balloons, teddy bears and the chocolate eclairs around like they meant nothing, because they didn't. 

What really meant something was the real love. The real love that proper couples shared on a day to day basis. That was why Valentines day wasn't really for you and Charles. You loved each other whether it was the 14th of February or not. 

You didn't need one specified day a year to love each other with your heart and soul. Therefore, neither of you were really a fan of Valentines. You both felt it was a cheap shot at what love was supposed to be. It wasn't all chocolates and roses, it wasn't all hearts and cupid's arrows. 

But just because it wasn't that, didn't mean it wasn't a wonderful thing that was meant to be cherished. You didn't need cards with acrostic poems or sonnets to know that you loved each other, so you never really bothered with Valentines. 

This year, though, you had suggested that the two of you go out for dinner. It wasn't for any special reason, you just wanted to since you hadn't been out for dinner together in a little while. Plus, restaurants tended to be a lot nicer on Valentines Day, so it was an added incentive. 

Charles had agreed without a second thought, thinking it would be nine to go out for dinner with you. To be honest, he didn't really care where you were, as long as he got to spend time with you. He could take you out, or you could kill some time, stay home. 

As long as you were together, he didn't care in the slightest. You had just finished putting your heels on, ready to go for your dinner reservation at seven. Both of you had agreed to get all dressed up, just for the novelty of it. 

"Ready to go?" you asked, walking out of your bedroom as you shrugged your coat onto your shoulders. As per usual, Charles was looking handsome as ever in his suit, a single red rose in his hand. "That for me or your side chick?" you laughed. 

"Only for you, mon amour. Although, it was a tough choice," he quipped back, tucking the rose behind your ear. "And you look absolutely breathtaking," he complimented, looking you up and down. Of course, he always thought you were the prettiest thing to ever set foot on the earth, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it when you put in some extra effort.��

Looking at you, dinner wasn't looking so appealing right now. He wanted to skip straight to the dessert. 

"And you're looking rather dapper, my love," you smiled, tugging him in by his lapels for a quick kiss before starting to walk towards your front door. That was enough for him to definitely rule going to dinner as an option for tonight. 

There were others on the table, well, you were the only option on the table. It didn't have to be a table, it could've been anywhere in the house, but that wasn't the point. He wanted you, and he wanted you now. "You coming?" you asked, turning to look at him as he was rooted to the spot. 

Within a split second, he has rushed up to you and pinned you against the door with his body. "No, I don't think I want to," he smirked, crashing his lips down onto yours. It was easy to feel how much he wanted to keep you at home, but you still wanted to go to dinner. 

"Charles, hey, come on," you said, pulling away from the kiss. The devilish smirk that was dancing on his lips told you that you were in for it, but that had never necessarily been a bad thing. 

"What?" he said innocently, as if he were completely oblivious as to where you were supposed to be going. 

"Love, I want dinner, I'm hungry," you told him, batting your eyelashes at him. 

"Why would I need dinner when I've got a twelve course banquet standing right in front of me?" he asked as if it were a serious question. He couldn't resist kissing you again, pushing your body harder against the door with his own. 

"Please, mon amour," he whined with a pout, staring deep into your eyes. They could make you melt into a puddle of nothing on the floor with a single glance, and he was very hard to resist. He'd normally do whatever you asked of him, and the same went for you, but not tonight. 

"Darling come on, let's go," you dismissed, pushing him away with a gentle nudge, before slipping out of the door. 

"Do I have to get on me knees and beg you to forget about dinner? Because I will," he said, leaning against the doorframe as you walked down the corridor of your apartment complex. His statement had taken you off guard, if you were being honest. 

"Don't do that, let's go," you repeated, looking at him with your arms crossed in defiance. 

"I know that face. You want to cave in, but you're just doing this to prove a point. You don't have to prove anything to me, my love. Now, come back here and let me show you how much I love you," he stated, extending his hand out to you. 

For a moment, you just looked at him. You hated how well he knew you, but it also made you squirm slightly. He knew he'd get you at some point in the night, but he was growing more and more impatient as the time went by. 

"How much you love me, huh?" you said with a cocky smirk, trying to hide your crumbling resolve. 

"Yeah, get your ass over here and I'll show you," he reiterated with a charming wink. 

You took one small step towards him, and that was enough for him to grab your arm and tug you back into the apartment. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it? You can be a good girl when you want to," he snickered.

"Charles, really?" you groaned, trying to bite back an embarrassed giggle as your cheeks turned red. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you as close to him as he could before slowly walking you through the apartment and towards your bedroom. 

"What, mon amour?" he grinned, softly kissing you. He loved how easy it was to make you blush, and it was honestly his favourite pastime. You were nearly red as the rose tucked behind your ear as you spoke.

"You're a dick sometimes," you rolled your eyes at him.

"But you love me," he stated, since it was a fact. Yes, you loved him, even when he tried to push your buttons. If anything, that made you love him more. 

"It's a good job I do," you confirmed as your back came into contact with your bedroom door. 

"And I fall more in love every day, my Valentine," he said, taking one hand off you to open the door and gently nudge you inside. "Now how about less talking and more showing?" he asked, but the question was fully rhetorical. 

Closing the door behind him, Charles pushed you down onto the bed and loomed over you. "More showing sounds like a great idea," you agreed, pulling him in by his lapels again to kiss him.   

"Good girl," he praised, before getting lost in the kiss. Valentines was all about expressing your love, and the two of you certainly didn't need dinner for that. Not when you had each other. 

A/N - Happy valentines day my loves! Whether you're spending today with a special someone or not, I hope you've had a wonderful day and love you loads! I'm sat here, with a nice glass of rhubarb and raspberry tonic, enjoying a cozy night in with a box of chocolates my dad bought for me, what about you?

This is based off of Valentine by 5SOS, and it's such a bop. Keep a look out for Lando's Valentines Special, which is all done and ready to go in an hour or two!

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[hwasdvlly]

Joy | j.wooyoung

ꨄ summary: as a child at heart, he takes his family to a magical place.

ꨄ pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader

ꨄ genres: romance, family, and fluff

ꨄ word count: 0.8k words

ꨄ warnings/tags: none. established relationship. idol!wooyoung, non-idol!reader, married couple, wooyoung is the cutest father

ꨄ a/n: yay!! i finally got the chance to write again! wooyo made me soft in this one

“Hello, Atiny!”

A bubbly voice from a handsome, cute, sweet, talented, and hot man waves at the phone. 

Wooyoung begins to talk about today’s adventure. “I am in the hotel bathroom because I just got done showering and ready to head out with my little family. I would’ve made the members come along, but they denied it because they wanted me to have a good time. Ever since we’ve been touring, I haven’t seen my family for a while. To my surprise and happiness, the love of my life and the babies came out here to see me.” 

He sighs softly because he still can’t believe his wife is doing it for him and the kids. Wooyoung continues, “I am truly blessed to have amazing people in my life. So, to make it up to them, I bought Disneyland tickets. Woohoo!” He does a tiny fist bump in the air. “And yes, Atiny. Your Wooyo is taking you there.” He nods his head earnestly with a wide smile.

The video transitions from wet-haired Wooyoung in pajamas to a much dapper Wooyoung. He is dressed in a yellow button-up, ripped denim jeans, and tennis shoes. The man goes for something casual because he wants to feel and look comfortable. He reveals himself through a full mirror in the hotel room. 

“I don’t usually wear bright colors, but I figured it was appropriate for a place with excitement,” Wooyoung stated. He gingerly brushes his long bangs that frame his face. “I am keeping this a little longer. I think it’s my favorite out of all hairstyles.” Not only he, but his wife agrees. You like how super soft his hair is. 

He then hears high yet adorable singing voices. Wooyoung turns his attention to the noise. A grin etched on his rosy lips. He sees you putting on matching outfits for the kids. 

The Jung Twins are the prince and princess of ATEEZ. 

Wooyoung moves his attention back to the phone. He still has that smile. “Y/N has Woobin and Wonhee dressed as Mickey and Minnie Mouse.” The father couldn’t stop looking at his angels. He predicts the uncles will die of cuteness once he takes millions of pictures. Woobin and Wonhee have their father’s gorgeous eyes and inherit his playful behavior. As much as the members find it cute, they believe it’s uncanny. 

Little Wooyoungs can cause more chaos. However, the guys love them to death. 

“Is everyone done?” Wooyoung asked his family.

“Yes, appa!” The little ones answered in unison. 

“We are ready!” You joined your kids.

He shifts his gaze from his gaze to his beautiful wife. You are matching his yellow top but with a pretty sundress. Wooyoung is oblivious about being mesmerized by you that he forgets he is still recording. Soon enough, he clears his throat and yells out. “Let’s go!” 

The munchkins trailed behind Wooyoung like ducklings in a line. You happily giggled at how they’ll forever follow their dad.

In the vehicle, Wooyoung tells the viewers they are heading to Disneyland while listening to ATEEZ. During the drive, he shows a bit of his kids singing. The twin’s favorite song is Utopia because it brings them comfort. Also, they love to sing along to Uncle Seonghwa’s high-note. 

An hour later, the family arrived at the amusement park. Wooyoung got greeted by a few Atinys when entering. Plus, they recognized you and the twins. Wooyoung heard the fans yell they wished them the best of luck as a family. 

“Thank you!” 

The idol gives his appreciation for his fans’ love. He sends them a finger heart, and they return the gesture. 

Wooyoung turns on his phone to film more videos. He has you record him walking with the kids. Woobin and Wonhee hold one of their father’s hands and swing them back n forth. Wooyoung speaks, “I feel like a little boy again. I missed coming to places like this. But I am grateful to experience it with my family."

"Right, guys?” He looks down at his children. Wonhee nods and flashes a cheery smile. “Appa! The castle is so pretty!” Woobin points his tiny finger up ahead. Wooyoung might’ve melted on the spot. 

His babies are too cute!

Overall, the four were having endless fun. Wooyoung and his family went on thrilling rides, took pictures with Disney characters, ate delicious food, and gravitated to the park’s beauty. For the final shot of his vlog, Wooyoung records the fireworks. 

A rainbow of stars in the galaxy blossoms the night. 

Wooyoung stops recording to bring you into a back hug as the kids watch in awe at the bursting colors. He rests his chin on your shoulder. You turned your neck to see him. The fireworks created enough brightness to show your husband’s smiling face. Wooyoung leans close to press his soft, elegant lips onto yours. 

“Do you regret marrying me? I haven’t been there for you, Woobin, and Wonhee.” The husband asked his wife in a solemn voice.

You let out a snicker. “Of course not! I vowed to love and care for the biggest baby in the world. Plus, raising the angels of our lives.” Despite his music career, you tell your husband you’ll always be there for him.

Wooyoung's content smile never left his face. 

[www-tanjiros-soft-dom]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆.

[18+] Bertholdt Hoover x GN Reader

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: N/SFW content, sub Bertholdt, dom reader, handjob, drooling, slight choking, reader’s lowkey pervy, pet names, praises, kind of overstim if you squint, y’all suck at studying, unestablished relationship, Bertholdt is into post-hardcore/punk cuz… fuck you, that’s why.

｡𖦹°‧ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍���𝐃.

So, Bertholdt. Breathe if you agree.

He’s always wearing some sort of collared shirt — be it a button-up or a polo — paired with a nice pair of slacks. Sometimes, he’ll even throw a nice looking sweater over it, and my, does he look so dapper. Such a handsome man walking around campus, from his perfectly combed hair to his leather dress shoes.

But, he doesn’t always dress up like that. And you found that out after showing up at his dorm for your scheduled weekend study session. When he opened the door, he was not wearing a collared shirt; instead, his torso was clad in a black American Idiot shirt (huh, you didn’t know he was into Greenday), surprisingly baggy for someone his stature, but you had to remind yourself that Bertholdt was just as lanky as he was tall, so finding shirts that fit must be an absolute nightmare for him. Grey sweatpants replaced his usual nice slacks, and holy shit, stop staring at his crotch, (Y/N)!!

Confusion overtook his features (for a second, you were afraid he caught you ogling at how nicely his sweatpants emphasized his package), and he asked if you needed something. Now it was your turn to be confused; did he forget about your study session? It was revealed that, yes, he did forget about your study session, and watching his eyes widen and his ears turn pink was… something else.

“Ah, shi… um… sorry, (Y/N),” he meekly mumbled (wait a minute, did he almost just swear??). “I forgot what day it is…”

You were quick to reassure him that it was okay, and if he was busy with something else, you could totally come back later, or reschedule your session for another day. But he rapidly shook his head and started to reassure you, inviting you in so you could start. This would actually be your first time in his room, so you took the time to admire every inch of it. It was fairly neat, save for the unmade bed, and it seemed as though everything had their place. Button ups ranging from white to navy blue were neatly hung up on clothing hangers. Books were neatly propped up on one side of his desk while notebooks were methodically stacked onto each other on the other. Not too much decoration made it on his walls, but you did take note of the Polaroid picture of him, Reiner, and Annie, along with the Coheed and Cambria poster adjacent to his door (since when did Bertholdt like post-hardcore—?).

“Sorry about the mess. If I didn’t forget, I would’ve cleaned up a bit.”

You wanted to let out a humored scoff; what mess? As far as you could tell, this was the cleanest dorm room you’ve ever seen a college student live in. After telling him that you didn’t mind, the study session commenced, and you couldn’t help but find yourself… distracted. At first, it started rather innocent; just wondering how you never knew Bertholdt’s music tastes, despite knowing each other for quite some time. Then he started saying something to grab your attention, which made you begin to study his face (instead of, you know, studying for your upcoming exam). Huh… did Bertholdt always have such pretty, pale green eyes? You thought they were more of a grey, but now that you took the time to actually look at them, you realized there was a hint of sage in his iris. They really complimented his chestnut hair… that you just now noticed was uncombed, sticking up in ways that just looked so endearing and soft… your hand twitched at the thought of reaching out and stroking it, carding your fingers all the way to the back of his bedhead and—

Woah, woah, woah. Let’s not go there.

So, pushing down those thoughts, you diligently returned to your gaze to your notes as you listened to him continue to speak. But you could only focus on his words for so long before you started to focus on his voice, and while his low notes had a roughness to them, his high notes were softer… breathy, even. It made you wonder just how high he could reach while you wrapped your hands around his—

Ayo. Quit it. You’re supposed to be studying, not thinking about your study partner in such a disgustingly gaudy way. Christ, have you no shame, you scolded yourself. Get a grip!

You managed to tune back into what Bertholdt was actually saying, just in time for him to pose a question on whether or not he should make flash cards. It sounded like a good idea, so you suggested the idea of making them on Quizlet to save time and notecards, which he agreed with, and immediately got to work on his laptop. The room fell into a comfortable silence, only the noises of clicking keys filling your ears. And, of course, your eyes had to wander from your notes to his face again, this time focusing on his lips. They were a bit chapped, yet still managed to look soft, and… oh… he just darted his tongue out to wet them. Now they were slightly glistening with his own spit. Great. How were you supposed to not think about hooking your index finger under his chin, smearing his spit by stroking his bottom lip with your thumb, huh?! What, is it wrong to feel the strong urge to press a finger down on the divot where his lip was cracked, watch as his mouth parted for you to stick your finger into the warm cavity—

I’m going to hell, you mentally groaned.

There was one final attempt to return to your studies; honestly, there was! But your attention was diverted by Bertholdt cursing underneath his breath (yes; Bertholdt Hoover. Cursing. Do you even know this man anymore?!), and your eyes just so happened to flick towards his long, extremely grab-able neck. To quel the sudden restlessness you felt in your hands, your gaze traveled down from his Adam’s apple to the exposed skin of his collar bone… which by no means did you any favors. That damn Green Day shirt was suddenly becoming the bane of your existence, because why the fuck did it have to sit on his body in such a teasing way, pooling around his waste in the valley between his pelvis and his…

And his…

…

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuCK—

“(Y/N)?”

And now every distraction comes to bite you in the ass, because of course Bertholdt’s soft voice called out to you as his green eyes were trained on your face, dark eyebrows quirked worriedly under his soft, tousled hair while his lips were stretched into a frown (god, if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was pouting at you). With his head turned to face you, you could definitively see the strain of his neck muscles, his Green Day shirt shifting to reveal more olive skin underneath… and… his…

“… U-uhm… (Y/N)…?”

Your eyes snapped back to his, but you were too entranced by them to even muster a response. Those beautiful sage green eyes… framed perfectly by long dark lashes… they were practically beckoning your hand to find purchase on one of his flushed cheeks…

It was an innocent little gesture. Just lovingly cradling the side of his face in your hand, giving him ample time for him to pull away before you actually made contact with his warm skin. Worst case scenario, he asks what you were doing, and you could make up some bullshit excuse while you die a little inside, and this whole 30 second interaction could be forgotten with time, never to be brought up again.

That’s when he leaned into your touch.

And… uh… things sort of spiraled from there.

You don’t exactly remember how you started from point A and ended up here at point B. But all that matters is that you had him sitting in the space between your thighs, back against your front, and long, muscular legs spread so far apart, you couldn’t help but be amazed. While his hands gripped onto your thighs like they were his only lifeline, yours were multitasking between exploring his toned chest and giving steady strokes to his cock. Somehow, the end of his Green Day shirt ended up caught between his teeth (did you tell him to do that? Did he do that on his own? You couldn’t remember), barely doing much to muffle his high-pitched whines that you could only describe as adorable and hot. Grey sweatpants and plaid boxers were rolled down to his mid thigh in order for you to access his painfully red dick better.

The hand on his chest found one of his pretty pink nipples, causing a shudder to wreck through Bertholdt’s body as you circled the bud with your fingers. Then, after giving it an experimental tug, something mixed between a gasp and a moan left Bertholdt’s saliva-slicked lips, his back arching forwards. “Hhnrngh—!! Mm… (Y/N),” he managed to get out with a mouth full of fabric.

“I’m here, baby,” you softly cooed, continuing to play with his hardened nub in order to elicit more delicious sounds from him. “You’re being such a sweet thing for me… such a good boy!”

His cock jumped in your hand as beads of precum dribbled down from his slit. “Mmh—!! Ahh!! G-good boy f’you, (Y/N)!! Oh— (Y/N)! (Y-Y/N)! (Y/N)—!!” With every chant of your name, his voice seemed to rise an octave. You could hear it beginning to crack around the edges, cute little sobs and hiccups mixing with heavy breaths, and— oh, Christ, was he crying? “Nrhh… w’nna b… b’guh—ahh—!!”

Your mouth found the side of his neck, teeth sinking into one of the purple splotches you previously sucked into his skin. This received a broken keen from the giant, his hips bucking up desperately into your hand, and you couldn’t stop the adoring chuckle from escaping your chest. “Oh, my baby boy, you’re already so, so good.” With a skillful flick of your wrist, Bertholdt’s mouth fell open with the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard, shirt falling from his mouth while his head fell backwards to expose more of your little bite marks and hickies that littered his throat. “Yeah, that’s it,” you soothed, trailing your hand upwards from his nipple to the base of his neck. “Just like that, baby. Let me hear you, okay?”

“Oh— oh, fuck, please!!” One of his giant hands shot up to yours. Before you could even process it, he was applying pressure to your hand and indirectly squeezing his own throat. “Fuh… fuck— pleaseplease, (Y/N)!!”

You couldn’t ignore the way your heart jumped in your chest. Was he actually begging for you to choke him? No, he couldn’t be… that’s too good to be true… unless? “Hm? You like this?”

After applying the slightest pressure — just enough so he would know what you meant, but not enough to freak him out — a chorus of, “pl-please! Pleasepleaseplease—” fell from his lips. You slowly being to squeeze tighter and tighter until he let out a choked noise, followed by his breathless, “thah.. thank… thanky’h!! Hng!!”

With a high pitched cry as your only warning, his leaking cock spurt out white ropes, coating your hand and his torso in his hot release. Tiny sobs poured from his lips as you continued to stroke him through his sudden orgasm. You didn’t stop until he had to pathetically paw at your hand and gasp out, “hah… s’too much!! Too much!! Please!!” So, almost reluctantly, you released his cock from your grasp, his body slumping into yours as soon as you did. His tired pants filled the room, and you started to worry that you went a bit overboard.

“Hey,” you whispered, kissing the tip of his ear and reveling in the way he shivered. “How do you feel?”

“Hn… ‘mazing,” was his soft reply. Your sturdy grip was long gone from his neck (since y’know, it be a shame if you accidentally murdered him while jerking him off), which allowed you to see the bruises you left behind. Whoops. Hopefully, his shirt collars go high enough to hide that.

Getting him to lay down on the bed, you could finally admire the fruits of your labor. Drool dribbled down his chin, mingling with the tears of pleasure that leaked from his hooded and unfocused eyes. His face was a beautiful shade of red as sweat caused his hair to stick to his forehead. And… yikes… you should probably offer to wash his shirt for him, shouldn’t you? Tugging at its hem, you managed to slip it off of his body (with his help, of course. Even while totally fucked out, Bertholdt is a good boy), and then use its sleeve to wipe his face of sweat, drool, and tears before throwing it onto the floor. You could deal with that later; right now, a soft cuddle session was in order.

So, yeah. Moral of the story, you learned that Bertholdt doesn’t always dress up… among other things.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

iirc I think you said you don’t like Trey and Malleus’s hair but somehow excuse Rollo’s hair 😨 so where does everyone else stand if you were judging them based only on physical appearance?

Disclaimers: I'm not including any Yuus (like, from the manga), mob students, reused assets (ie ghosts and pixies), or characters that we've only gotten the silhouettes for (that means no Mrs. Rosehearts, no Farena/Falena, no Zigvolt parents, etc.). I am only giving my thoughts on the looks of named characters with fully realized designs. If there is a significant variation of their hairstyle I like, I'll make note of it. Additionally, I will be commenting on general style rather than on individual outfits.

These are my opinions, please don't take them too seriously. I think all the designs work as is to convey the background and personality of each character, but everyone will have different tastes and preferences in terms of visual design; these are just mine! (And remember, just because I may like how a character looks doesn’t mean I like the character overall!!)

***PLEASE NOTE: This post contains spoilers for the main story and events that have yet to be released in EN!!***

Pretty

Jade - I'll admit that it took me a while to get used to his haircut (I typically don't go for the super short bangs), but it grew on me! I really like his face in particular; it can be very calm and pleasant but also mischievous and sinister. When he's angry or upset, it's much more subtle and hard to read in his face. That's something I can really appreciate. It all works very well with his neat, tidy, and unassuming appearance.

Jamil, Najma - THE VIPER FAMILY HAS SUCH GOOD GENES, just look at their luscious hair and mysterious, dark eyes... They dress so well too, I love all the hair accessories and flowy fabrics the Viper siblings have.

Meleanor - Malleus's mom has got it goin' on 🙃 She really kills the warrior princess look! Very imposing, yet elegant. I can totally understand why Lilia used to crush on her.

Fellow - Not usually a fan of gingers (and nor do I simp for fox man), but there's just something so charming about Fellow's face. I think it's the eyes and his self-assured, fun-loving smile. His outfit's snazzy and he makes it work so well! I especially like the cravat, spats, and the cape hanging off one shoulder.

Cool

Leona - OKAY FINE I'LL ADMIT HE'S HANDSOME, ARE YOU HAPPY NOW????? 😭 As much as I want to wrestle Leona, I have to admit that he has a very striking face (especially when he smirks) and powerful presence. He knows how to command a room (and he’s just about the threshold of muscle I’m willing to accept). I'm not really into hair past shoulder length or how he usually dresses, but what I think is the coolest about him are his eyes. It feels like they'll follow you everywhere. Ponytail Leona is the best Leona, in my opinion.

Ortho - I was debating between putting Ortho in "Cool" or "Cute", but ultimately went with "Cool" because he by far has the most unique look of the entire cast. I love learning about his different Gears and their functions, each one different than the last. I don't find the pale skin and blue hair as off-putting on Ortho as I do on Idia, and I think that's because Ortho's more child-like.

Crowley - His aesthetic is nice! I find the bird mask really goofy and his hair a literal rat's nest (DON'T @ ME, IT LOOKS LIKE LIMP SEAWEED), but his suit and cape are so dapper! All the keys and mirrors would look gaudy on any other character, but they fit so well for Crowley. The extra shiny details give him an air of mystery, like threads of light peeking through the dark.

Trein- Trein's robes and cravat make him look so classy and regal! The colors also remind me of Edgeworth from Ace Attorney-- He looks very stern at first glance, but when he gives his little smiles you can tell how much he really cares.

Sam - He's way overdressed for running an on-campus school general store but hey, it works for him. There's lots of little details I enjoy in his design, from the stitching on his top hat to the locs he sports.

Cute

Lucius, Grim - LIL' KITTY CATS 🥺 I especially think Grim is adorable whenever he gets a new themed bow or a whole ass outfit like in the Halloween events!

Chenya - His haircut is so uneven but I commend his style. Chenya's look isn't too busy; his jewelry and decorative patches are spread out so they don't crowd for your attention. Gotta love those callbacks to Alice in Wonderland! This might sound weird, but there's power in his plain white shirt half-buttoned and loosely tucked into his pants; it gives the right amount of casualness to feel "accidentally stylish". There's also just something really whimsical about how cat-like his facial expressions and gestures are. It's quite endearing!

Ruggie - His hair looks perfect for ruffling! The fact that he often dresses in hand-me-downs and Leona's oversized clothing makes him appear "small" and even cuter. Pair that with Ruggie's crooked little smile, and it's perfect. I like that his build is lankier than those of the other Savanaclaw students; it makes him appear less intimidating on an initial evaluation.

Cheka - Have you SEEN Cheka?????? How does your heart not melt at the sight of him 😭 I adore his little :3 face and how he shines when he's innocently asking Ojitan to hang out with him...

Floyd - I feel like I kind of have to put Floyd in "Cute" since he's Jade's twin. Floyd just places lower because I find his eye shape less cute and his personal style doesn't really align with my tastes.

Kalim - This type of hair isn't usually my jam, but Kalim dresses it up well with a headband/scarf (?) and jewerly. When he moves, I imagine that the jewelry is jingling its own song. Kalim always seems to be smiling, so just looking at him puts me in a good mood too. His fashion choices tend to be extravagant and not very viable for everyday wear, but it's fine as long as Jamil stops him from making impulsive decisions.

Rook - I actually don't like his bob (I prefer it in an awkward little ponytail), but his face--especially the mouth--is beautiful. I BEG OF YOU, LOOK AT HIS CEREMONIAL ROBES GROOVY. Rook can be so expressive, it's like he's a one-man play. Alas... He looks naked without a hat :(( but I appreciate the mystery of covering up his limbs for the most part so we can’t see how truly muscular he is.

Lilia - Peepaw really stands out from the rest of Diasomnia; he doesn't come off as scary right away, he just relished in how adorable he is and is confident in that. Lilia's shorter stature and more experimental style certainly plays into that uniqueness too. It's fun to see what he comes up with! I especially love that he wears more traditionally feminine things like tulle skirts and gathered fabrics, and even dyes his hair and paints his nails in various colors. The cut itself is a bit of a clusterfuck when I first saw it, but I've really grown fond of it over time. It's such a bright expression of who Lilia is. I can't say if I prefer his long ponytail or the shorter trim; both are good!

Sebek - Like Jade, Sebek is also very well-put together. I like him with both his hair up and down; each has its unique appeal! With his hair up, Sebek appears much fiercer. With his hair down, he reminds me more of a puppy drenched from the rain. I feel like even though his face can be menacing, his smile overpowers how scary he can be. It feels so pure, clashing with his usual attitude... (His pathetic/sad expressions are also cute, but don't let him know I said that.)

Marja - Sweet granny... She looks so kind and cozy, I just wanna give her a hug.

Rollo - I’m a bowl cut apologist, what of it 😭 I like how he's so straight-laced and proper in his dress. It goes together with his face very well. Moreover, the dark eye bags and pinched, stern mouth only add to his charm. Rollo can go from neutral to devious smirk to a flash of anger--it's so interesting to observe how his face contorts.

Gidel - He looks like a mix of Ruggie and Cheka, so by default Gidel goes in "Cute". His oversized sleeves, patchwork pants, and mismatched socks give him such character!

Dylla - ANOTHER ATTRACTIVE MOM!!! Her clothing is more on the tomboyish side, but she still wears them well. Dylla's face in particular is really stunning; I get a mature big sis vibe from her.

Mid

Ace, Deuce- The most generic hair styles of the entire cast. I don’t have much else to remark on.

Azul - I don't know how else to say this, but I think Azul is handsome but in heavily regulated manner... to the point where it doesn't feel natural?? Like yes, he obviously cares about his appearance, it just feels "too" controlled of a narrative to me. The same goes for his smiles. Like Eliza says, he does it too much, so it feels fake.

Neige - He's wearing such an ugly sweater, but the innocence of his face evens things out. I find Neige cute in that generically sweet way, and for that I cannot place him higher than "Mid".

Epel- Same "generically sweet" cuteness as Neige. I do like his colors though.

Silver - Also has very generic hair. I disagree with the notion that he's handsome or has a noble constitution (even if the game itself says otherwise). Silver just looks like Some Guy to me. I’m slightly put off by the super muscular arms in his PE uniform too.

Eliza - I think Eliza could be a lot more appealing if they hadn't presented her to us in such a different style. Like the generic ghost NPCs, she's drawn more like a western cartoon rather than like an anime so she feels "off" from the rest of the named cast. Because there isn't unity between her and the characters she is shown with, Eliza sticks out like a sore thumb. I gotta hand it to her though, she still slays in that tattered wedding dress.

Fairy Queen - Love how the buns in her hair resemble roses, and how her entire body looks like it's golden and glowing from within. I wish her dress was more detailed though, more fitting for a queen.

Don't Like, but Could be Worse

Riddle - ROACH ANTENNAE........ . .. ... . . .... . ...... . .. . . . .. .... . .. Oh, and he looks so funky when he gets all red in the face.

Vil - For as much as we're told he's beautiful, I don't find Vil's brand of beauty to be digestible. He comes off too strongly, if that makes sense??? 20 cm heels, face beat to the gods with makeup, carrying himself at all times like there's a camera pointed at him and he has to pose 24/7 (look at most of his groovies)... It's hard for me to get behind that, it feels too overwhelming.

Seven Dwarves - I find most of the dwarves way too cartoonish, and not in a cute way. I think the only design I genuinely find okayish is Timmy (the timid dwarf).

Ambrose - He's an older gentleman in his wizard Halloween costume. I find his design sort of... generic??? But I'm knocking him down a little because I also find his overall appearance to be goofy and unflattering.

Idia - I DON'T CARE WHAT THE MAGICAL ARCHIVES OR ELIZA SAY, MAN LOOKS LIKE A WALKING CORPSE AND THAT AIN'T CUTE 😭

Shroud parents - Cool helmets, but I wish we actually got to see their faces.

Baul - I find Sebek's hair color more pleasing to the eye. Baul has a lot of other elements that Sebek doesn't (due to Baul being full fae and Sebek being half), and I find that they overcomplicate his design. It's hard for me to focus on his face because there's just so much to take in, from the scaley beard and more voluminous hair to the fangs and pointed ears.

Dawn Knight - This is the "bro, can I copy your homework" / "sure, but be sure to change it a little so the teacher doesn't notice" meme. I wish the Dawn Knight wasn't just long-haired, recolored Silver (with the exact same voice actor too). I would place the Dawn Knight in "Mid", but that armor is not doing him any favors. It's way too excessive with all the wings.

Crewel - His mostly monochromatic color scheme with splashes of crimson is cool, but I'm not into his clothing or even his hair. It's very jarring to see his hair and vest color blocked, and I don't find his big flashy fur coat appealing.

Kifaji - The big brows and the really long goatee make me go "???"

Actively Dislike

Trey - His hair reminds me of a freshly mowed lawn. Trey's design is otherwise inoffensive to me, but that hair color and cut are bringing him down so much. The only memorable thing about how he presents are those rare moments when he whips out his one brow raised smirks, and even then I think he looks slightly silly and it's hard to take him seriously.

Cater - Again, it's the hair for me. I like it better when it's all down (like in his Club Wear card). In his usual hairdo, there's a middle segment that's weirdly pulled back from the rest of his face in a... scruffy ponytail??? That really bothers me. I don't vibe with his usual style of dress or how he presents himself either, it's a bit too... lax?? (I know I said the same thing about Floyd, but he looks similar to Jade and therefore gets a pass).

BURN WITH FIRE

Jack - He commits the sin of having a confusingly styled mullet and has a muscular physique which don't bode well for my tastes. I guess he does have those "looks intimidating, but is actually a softie at heart" vibes going for him, but I just cannot look past the haircut I'M SORRY.

Malleus - I'm not into super pale emo/goth guys, and Malleus somehow presents as even more of that than Idia. He dresses in mostly black (and while there is a lore reason for this, that doesn't make me like the color any more or less), has a sort of mopey face (I guess it's supposed to be elegant, but I don't perceive it as that), and dear god that haircut and the ashy grey lips… It doesn’t help that the expressions he makes (particularly on his birthday cards) give really strong “are u lost bby ghorl” energy and that weirds me out 💀 So many things about him just don't work for me.

Vargas - Too muscular. Also not a fan of facial hair or athletic wear. Vargas doesn't seem to have a very keen fashion sense either, judging by the outfits he put together for his camp events.

Heinrich - His face is very grotesque and twists into making some of the most comedically evil and smug expressions I've ever witnessed in all of TWST.

[theroyalsims]

"SENIOR" ROYALS GRACE PALACE BALCONY; ELEANORE, PRINCE LEONARD, AND OTHERS PEEK OUT THE WINDOWS

It's been a busy day for Her Majesty, who is in the centre of celebrations in Brindleton today. To mark the anniversary of The Queen's accession, a grand parade was held which concluded with a balcony appearance for Her Majesty and Their Royal Highnesses Prince Jacques, The Crown Princess, Prince Alistair, Prince Nicholas, and Princess Ingrid. A banquet will also be held this evening in honour of The Queen.

Noticeably absent on the balcony were Countess Eleanore and her husband, The Earl of Harvelle. This, apparently, was because the Queen decided to limit the balcony to senior working royals. Eleanore, although technically a Countess, is not considered a "working" royal as she does not represent the Queen in any capacity. The same goes for her husband, Ibrahim.

However, despite not being included in the parade and on the balcony, it looks like The Harvelles did not completely miss out on the festivities. Eagle-eyed fans were quick to spot the adorable family looking out into the massive crowd through one of the palace's windows. Wearing a yellow dress and headpiece, Countess Eleanore was seen carrying their baby girl, Lady Ella, as Ibrahim watches behind them.

The Harvelles were not the only members of the extended royal family who were spotted peeking out the window. Leon Holm and his wife, Lady Chloe, were seen watching the crowd along with their eldest child, Nicole. Also visible was Prince Leonard who seems to be seated on a wheelchair and assisted by his private nurse. Wearing a blue medical mask, the Prince looked frail and sickly, although he seemed quite amused with the festivities.

Prince Leonard, of course, is the (younger) twin brother of The Queen. He has two sons - Lucas and Leon - who both refused royal titles and are considered private citizens. Although Leon and his family seem to have a good relationship with their controversial father, reports claim that Lucas and his family has zero communication with Prince Leonard. This, perhaps, has to do with the Prince's very public and very bitter divorce from his ex-wife, the former Duchess of Holm, following reports of his infidelity.

The Prince resides alone in Winston Hall, a sprawling estate given to him as a wedding gift by the late King Leopold. Before returning to Brindleton, he was stationed abroad by The Queen to help distance himself from bad press. However, a few years ago, Prince Leonard quietly returned home to help address his yet-to-be-disclosed illness. He also relinquished his dukedom and tried to surrender his princely titles.

Despite the drama, fallouts, and issues that has plagued the royals in the past, it's nice to see how they still find time to get together. The Queen, especially, looked very happy. Dressed in standout red, Her Majesty happily waved to her adoring crowd. Standing next to her wass her loyal husband, Prince Jacques, who looked dapper as usual.

The Queen's children also dressed up for the occasion. Princess Ingrid looked adorable in pink. The Queen's youngest child has been impressing everyone lately, what with her multiple royal engagements, even taking on eight new patronages in a span of six months. A recent poll reveals that she is ranked as the fourth busiest royal after HM, Prince Jacques, and The Crown Princess.

Speaking of The Crown Princess, Her Royal Highness wore blue for the occasion, bringing out her trademark baby blues even more. The heir to the throne, who as of late has been tabloid fodder for her non-existent love life, accessorised with a diamond and sapphire brooch and a blue-grey fascinator.

And then we have Princes Alistair and Nicholas. The two looked handsome in their suits, with Prince Al opting for a blue number, while Prince Nicky went with classic black.

The real fashion (and bling!) show, however, will happen tonight. The swanky banquet, said to be attended by foreign royals, means gowns, fancy jewels, and tiaras galore! We can't wait for the photos!

[homomenhommes]

STORY: Watching Mario

Everybody loves Mario. He is the hunky superintendent of the adults-only apartment complex where I live. We have retirees as well as young couples who have not yet started their families. There are a few students who can afford to live off-campus from the local university, and there are middle-aged divorcés like me who moved in after our separations and just never left. And why would we leave? The rooms are nice, the rent isn’t too bad, the location is great, and the place is well maintained, thanks to Mario.

Mario is affable and always very helpful. Whenever anyone has a leaky faucet or a door that won’t close properly, Mario is always on top of it. The older residents adore him because he always helps them with their groceries and other packages, and he always has a kind word to say. “You’re looking very dapper this evening, Mr. Steinway.” “What a lovely hat, Mrs. McDonald.” “That blue dress really makes your eyes sparkle, Miss Jane.”

Mario is not exactly what you would call ‘handsome.’ Oh, he’s not bad to look at. In fact, his body is fucking gorgeous. At 6’2”, he’s built like a stevedore—broad shoulders, narrow waist, fur all over his rock-hard pecs, and a treasure trail that would make even the stone statues in the nearby park weak at the knees. He looks slightly older than his 36 years, perhaps due to the effects of the hot sun when he labors outdoors tending to the lawn and the flower beds or perhaps just to the effects of a hard life. He says that the small scar just below his left cheek is the result of an industrial accident, but the word around the complex is that he got it in a knife fight when he tried to break up a brawl in a bar when he was an MP in the U.S. Army.

Our three-story complex is U-shaped, open to the street in front with three sides wrapped around a central courtyard. You can almost hear the stampede of tenants to the windows when Mario works in the courtyard with his shirt off. He is definitely a mouth-watering sight.

Mario has one little quirk that might disturb some of the tenants, but nobody says anything because they don’t want to get him into trouble with the management…or the police. You see, Mario likes to keep his curtains open…all the time…even when he is nude or when he is “entertaining” guests. He and I have corner apartments on the third floor with mine directly across from his, so I have a very clear view of these delectable sights.

Mario entertains guests almost every night of the week. Sometimes it is a beautiful woman; sometimes two or more. Sometimes it is a man, or several. Sometimes it is a mix. Sometimes it is tenants from the complex, but more often it is people from the outside.

The first time I saw Mario jacking off in front of his sliding glass balcony door, I tried to look away, but the sight of his huge dong mesmerized me. Mario caught me staring, but he didn’t turn away. He just waved his big dick at me and smiled, and when he unloaded his spooge, he practically coated the whole glass door. For the next few nights, I watched him fuck women and men, and each time he would wave or wink at me across the way. He knew full well that I was watching, and I think he actually got off on it.

Mario is quite versatile. Whether he is fucking men or women, he loves to show me different positions, some of which I have never seen before. He usually tops, but he’s not afraid to bottom when the situation calls for it. I remember one time when he fucked a woman while her boyfriend fucked Mario in the ass. He was the succulent meat in the middle of a hot, spicy corned beef sandwich.

Every time I watched him screw someone, naturally I got rock hard and would always close my curtains and jack off. After a couple of weeks of this show, however, I decided to risk it and jack off in front of my balcony door with the curtains open. He gave me a thumbs up and a great big grin, so it became a regular habit with us.

When he would throw his conquests on the bed, I couldn’t see as much, so one day he set up a full-length dressing mirror in his bedroom and tilted it so that I could get a good view of the action taking place on the bed.

The apartment below mine is inhabited by a couple of male college jocks, Tom and Marcus, who have almost as good a view of Marios’ apartment as I do. I wondered what they thought of Mario’s exhibitionism, but I soon got my answer. I saw them enter his apartment one night to get their asses plowed good. When they were done, they walked over to the window and bent over to show me the cum oozing out of their raw butt holes. I showed my appreciation by spooging all over my balcony glass, to which they responded by pretending to lick it all up. They became a regular feature at Mario’s home theater, sometimes even bringing some of their teammates over to join in the action, and I always enjoyed the show.

One night they gave me quite a surprise. I saw the two young rugby players march across the courtyard and enter his apartment a couple of minutes later. Rather than strip, however, they engaged in a rather animated conversation with Mario and abruptly left. I wondered what the chat was all about, but then I heard a knock on my door. Imagine my surprise when I found the two young jocks inviting themselves into my apartment. “Mario sent us,” they quipped.

They ushered me over to the glass door and began0 ripping off my clothes before removing their own. Tom sank his wet tongue into my gaping mouth while Marcus practically swallowed my dick whole, fingering my asshole at the same time. They rotated several times until they eventually had my entire body coated with their saliva.

Tom bent me over and shoved his big dick into my mouth while Marcus tongue-fucked my rosebud. Eventually satisfied that he had lubricated my love canal sufficiently, he rammed his rod up the chute and fucked like a drunken sailor. When he came, I could actually feel his man juices plastering my prostate.

When the hot studs swiveled me around, I caught a glimpse of Mario beating his meat while enjoying the show from his balcony door. He flashed a wide grin and gave me two thumbs up as the guys reversed roles. Having fucked me, Marcus now stuffed his spunk-coated dick down my throat while Tom impaled me with his stiff rod. I shot my wad into Marcus’ mouth just as his teammate unloaded in my guts. Marcus didn’t swallow my cum, though. He shoved me onto my bed, pulled my jaw down, and dribbled my cum into my mouth and all over my face, which Tom licked clean before snowballing me with the cream. When Mario exploded onto his glass balcony door, he stroked one finger across the pudding and licked it clean.

Having shot their wads, the guys, I thought, would leave, but they didn’t. They curled up, one on each side of me, and we chatted for quite a while. As it turned out, they were both really nice boys. I fucked each of them that night, and in the morning I got to watch as they shanked each other.

The apartment next door to Mario’s is occupied by a very handsome businessman named Chet. He’s younger than I am, but older than Mario, and he always dresses very nattily in his custom-tailored Armani suits and Yves Saint-Laurent ties. Of course, he never sees the shows that Mario puts on for me because his apartment is next to Mario’s, not across from it. But he is across from me, and one day he caught me jacking off while I was watching Mario shag some dude. In the past I would have died of embarrassment, but having gotten used to the exhibitionism, I just smiled and waved at him. I thought he might turn away in disgust, but he just smiled, unzipped his expensive suit pants, and started pumping in rhythm with me.

It was good too; he had a really pretty dick, only slightly over the normal range, I’d guess, but nicely cut. It looked very tasty, and I so much wanted to stuff it into my mouth. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait too long. Before I could even get my junk stuffed back into my pants, the doorbell rang, and I was right; it tasted every bit as good as it looked.

Once I got Chet sufficiently primed, I led him to the patio door and waved at Mario across the courtyard. At first, my guest seemed apprehensive, but when he saw Mario masturbating toward us, he relaxed…but, of course, his cock didn’t. I bent over as a way of inviting him to eat my ass, which he did enthusiastically. He kept at it until I begged him to ram his beautiful dick up my ass. He fucked me good, and I looked forward to feeling his juices splash over my prostate, but just before he climaxed, he pulled out so that Mario could see him blast his ball juice all over my back. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Mario as he responded with a huge milky explosion of his own.

When Chet left my apartment, I watched him walk across the courtyard. I assumed that he was headed back to his own apartment, but I had to smile when I saw him show up in Mario’s apartment. What happened next really blew my mind. After Mario had stripped Chet naked, he slid open the glass door and push the nude man onto the balcony. He bent him over the wrought iron railing and proceeded to pound the crap out of him in the open air. Chet became so aroused that he shot his own load over the balcony and onto the courtyard below. Not to be outdone, Mario shot his own load over Chet’s shoulders and onto the courtyard as well. I laughed at the prospect that someone might be walking below and getting anointed with all that white lightning. Thereafter, the balcony shower became a somewhat regular routine with Chet alternating between Mario’s apartment and mine.

The next time the college jocks from the apartment below came over to my apartment, I introduced them to the risky stunt, and they embraced it enthusiastically. It even became somewhat of a competition to see who could shoot the farthest onto the courtyard.

As I mentioned, our apartment complex is open on one side, and Mario and I both have corner apartments that are visible from the busy street. Whenever I would hear car horns blaring from the intersection, I would imagine that some driver below had caught sight of the show and was sounding his appreciation. Or perhaps some driver pulled up at the stoplight had become so mesmerized by the action that he neglected to proceed forward when the light changed, and annoyed drivers behind had honked their horns to press him to move on.

One night I had just disrobed and walked over to the balcony to watch Mario ravage the two young jocks when my doorbell caught me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting any company, so I couldn’t imagine who was there, but I assumed it was one or more of the men who had become frequent visitors, so I approached the door in my birthday suit. Imagine my shock when I opened the door stark naked and stood face to face with two stern-looking young policemen.

Oh fuck! I’m in deep shit now!

“Mr. Winslow, may we come in?” asked the cop with the shiny ebony skin while the younger blond-haired blue-eyed cop surveyed my naked body up and down.

“Of course, officer. What can I do for you? I asked.

“Well, Officer Denver and I were looking at a room to rent across the courtyard, and we couldn’t help but notice that you were putting on quite a show for your neighbors,” he said.

I stuttered and stammered, but I was too frightened to get any actual words out of my mouth.

“You know that public indecency is a misdemeanor, Mr. Winslow. We may have to take you down to the station and book you.”

I thought I would die right there on the spot.

“What do you think, Andy? Should we take him in?”

Without answering the question, the officer named Andy Denver sidled up behind me, pulled my hands back, and cuffed me. In my fantasies, I had dreamed of having a very hot young cop cuff me and take advantage of me, but this was not exactly what I had in mind.

The older black cop inched ever so close to me such that I had to back up, and when I did, I toppled over onto the edge of the bed, but he still kept coming at me until his groin was directly in front of my face. “You seem like a nice man, Mr. Winslow. Maybe we could make some kind of arrangement,” he smirked as he rubbed his bulging crotch. “Whaddya think, Andy? Can we overlook Mr. Winslow’s transgression?”

Andy did not need any convincing. He had already released his growing cock from his uniform pants and had begun slapping it across my face, and before I could even react, he shoved it down my throat. Tears began to form in my eyes as I gagged on the monster cock, but it was a beautiful cock, and I loved every inch of it.

Before I knew it, the black cop, who I later learned was named Damion, also released his fat snake and squeezed it into my mouth along with Andy’s. I had never sucked two dicks together before, and it was quite a challenge, but when I looked back on the experience later, I cherished it.

Before long, both men in blue rolled me over on the bed, still handcuffed. As Andy continued to swab my mouth with his dick, Damion spread my ass cheeks and feasted on my exposed rosebud. He had an incredibly long tongue, and I occasionally forgot that he was fucking me with that tongue instead of his enormous dick.

“You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you Mr. Winslow?” When I merely grunted, he slapped my ass checks and demanded, “Haven’t you, perv?”

“Yes,” I screamed, as loudly as I could with Andy’s huge cock in my mouth.

“And you have to be punished, don’t you?”

Grunt. Slap. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gurgled.

“All right,” said Officer Damion. And with that, he shoved his swollen member up my ass. There was no lube, other than his saliva and my own rectal juices, and no inching forward. He just slammed it in hard and raw, and he pounded away like a jackhammer. It hurt like hell, but I couldn’t really scream with Officer Andy’s meat stuffed in my mouth.

“Yeah, you’ve been a really bad boy, Mr. Winslow, and we have to make the punishment fit the crime, don’t we, Andy?” Andy just chuckled and kept trying to drill down to my tonsils. Officer Damion was a real stud, and Andy was just about the cutest thing I had ever seen, and I so wished that I had met them under less brutal circumstances, but despite the pain and humiliation, part of me enjoyed the experience nonetheless. I mentally suppressed the pain by imagining that instead of ravaging me as they were, they were actually making sweet love to me. It was, of course, only a fantasy, but oh what a beautiful fantasy it was.

“Oh, fuck! I’m cummin’,” yelled Officer Damion, but before he did, he rammed his cock deeper and deeper into my guts and grunted loudly with each thrust. “Unh, unh, unh, unh….” And when he finally exploded, I thought he was going to shake the very foundations of the building. Even when his ball sack had to be completely empty, he kept trying to press his dick farther and farther up my hole. It was like he couldn’t be satisfied to have his juices deep in my gut, he wanted his balls in there too.

Completely spent, he collapsed on my back, squashing me into the mattress so that I could barely breathe. Fortunately, he must have realized that I would be of no use to him dead, so he let up and said to Andy, “OK, kid. Your turn.”

As the two cops switched places, Damion shoved his dick drenched in his baby batter into my mouth. “Lick it clean, perv.”

“Oh, boss,” squeeled Andy, like a kid who had just gotten a pony for Christmas, “I love it when you lube up a hot hole for me. I love the thought of my juices mixing with yours in a man’s guts.” And with that, Andy barged into my already raw rectum. He was not as big or as strong as Damion, so his thrusts were not as powerful, but it was not for lack of trying. I thought he was going to fuck me hard enough to knock my eyeballs out of their sockets.

As Andy continued to ravage me, Damion pulled out of my mouth and waddled over to the balcony door. “Well, lookey here,” he laughed, eyeing Mario pounding his pud across the courtyard. “Looks like we got ourselves a whole complex of pervs. I think we’re gonna like it here.”

Before I knew it, the two cops had lifted me off the bed and dragged me to the balcony, where they bent me over the railing as Andy continued to drill me hard. Despite the pain I was feeling, I couldn’t help getting a hard-on myself. Seeing that, Damion reached down and began pumping my dick to Mario’s rhythm across the way. As Andy burst his pipe, he began to scream, so Damion put his hand over the kid’s mouth so as not to draw any undue attention to what we were doing. Then, when my own dick exploded, and I began to scream as well, Damion put his other hand over my mouth. The three of us looked up just in time to see Mario whitewash his own patio door with his big hose.

Just when I thought my nightmare/fantasy was about to come to an end, you will never believe what happened. The fucking doorbell rang. After the drubbing I had just taken, I couldn’t make it to the door and didn’t really want to anyway, but Damion ordered Andy to see who it was. When Andy opened the door, the two college jocks gasped at the sight of the young police officer standing before them with his erect dick still sticking out of his pants.

“Wh…wha…what’s goin’ on?” stammered Tom, so Andy invited them in, and from the entry hall they could peer into my bedroom and see me handcuffed and lying face down with my ass glowing as red as Rudolph’s nose.

“Come on in, boys,” exclaimed Damion. “Join the party.”

I would have thought the guys would hesitate until they got the dope on what was happening, but they didn’t waste the opportunity. They both stripped down immediately and took turns fucking the shit out of me, and each time one would pull out, he would stick his wet dick in my mouth for me to lick it clean. Before the boys left, the cops fucked each of them and made me lick the cum dripping from their dicks and assholes.

“Oh, we were just leaving,” said Marcus to the person who had just rung the doorbell, “but the party has only just begun,” he giggled.

I could barely open my eyes, but when I did, I saw Chet, the businessman from downstairs and Mario standing over me. “I guess you’re the evening’s ‘host,’” teased Chet.

“More like the evening’s cum dump,” laughed Mario.

After Chet took his turn filling my guts with his sperm, Mario took his turn. In all the months I had watched Mario jack off and fuck through his patio window, I had never had sex with him. I knew how he plowed most of his ‘guests,’ but I was hoping he would go easy on me after the pounding I had just experienced, but no such luck. He banged me just as hard as I had seen him fuck the people in his apartment. I had long dreamed of having sex with Mario, but I had hoped it would be under more amenable circumstances.

The next morning, I called in sick and told the receptionist at the office that I had a cold and would be out for a day…or maybe a week. Later that day, the doorbell rang, and I was petrified at who might be there waiting to ravage me again, but no, it was none of those guys. Instead, it was a delivery boy with a large bouquet of flowers. Under normal circumstances I would have invited him in for a leisurely, pleasant roll in the hay—after all, he was very cute—but I begged off and invited him to come back in a week…or a month.

The card that came with the flowers was signed by Mario, Tom, Marcus, Chet, Officer Andy, and Officer Damion. They thanked me for a good time and promised to take it a little easier “the next time.” The two cops added a footnote to say that they had decided to rent the apartment next to Chet’s and would be seeing a lot of me.

That evening, the doorbell rang again, and this time I thought I would fall through the floor. It was Mario. “God, no, Mario, I can’t take any more right now,” I pleaded.

“Relax, amigo. I just came over to see how you’re doing.”

“How the fuck do you think I’m doing?” I railed.

“We realized we were a bit too rough on you, so we wanted to apologize and let you know that the next time, you can do the same to us.”

Next time? Naturally, I was sore, but the more I thought about it, the more I looked forward to it.

I thought Mario would leave me, but he didn’t. In fact, he stayed and held me all night. No sex, just cuddling. A few days later, after I began to feel better, he let me suck his dick, something I had long to do forever, and it was delicious.

Once I had recuperated, all of the guys came over and let me fuck them. They said I could be as rough as I wanted, but I preferred a more romantic approach. I did take the opportunity to handcuff the two cops so the college boys could fuck them, and Mario, Chet, and I delighted in just watching them in action.

Since then, the seven of us have gotten together on a regular basis, taking turns sucking and fucking one another in our apartments and sometimes on the balconies. I love this place, I love Mario, and I don’t think I’ll ever move.

by Brock Archer

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[poke-imagines]

May I request Rika with an s/o who is just as flirty as she is.

Oooo I like this! Something different!

Rika with a Flirty S/O

When you first met Rika it was love at first sight. The moment you gently brushed her hair out of her face and winked, it was all over. Rika was head over heels

Rika has always been the type of person to be the flirter, ever since she was a teenager. People never really tried to flirt with her or initiate anything. She didn't know if it was her looks or personality, but it was frustrating how she always had to make the first move. So with you, it's like a breath of fresh air! It felt nice to feel wanted and desired

She is a more blunt flirter while you are more subtle

If you're verbally flirty, Rika loves to compete with you and flirt right back. This usually ends up with an hour of compliments and euphanisms thrown at eachother relentlessly (so far it's always ended in a tie)

She loves it when you compliment her in a gender neutral way. Sure, pretty and beautiful are great. But calling her handsome or dapper it's even BETTER

If you're physically flirty though, Rika gets a little more flustered. Again, she ain't used to people being overt and direct with her romantically. Something about you doing it makes her heart skip a beat

If you really want to get Rika flustered, run your fingers through her hair and whisper about how handsome she is. It's an easy way to convince her to get Mcdonalds for dinner

Unfortunately you love to flirt when she's working, it's much easier to get under her skin that way. Sometimes she has to cover your mouth or move your grabby hands much to her chagrin (especially if Poppy is in earshot)

Everytime you make her blush, she starts planning on doing the same to you, then you start planning, and it just keeps going. You guys are fucking dorks. Cute dorks, but dorks nonetheless

Thank you for requesting!

[mischiefmanaged71]

In This Moment (2/?)

Summary: A single moment can spark a magnificent change in a person’s life.

A/N: Peaky Blinders au + Ewan Mitchell x fem! reader

The pair walked down the street in silence, the sounds of machinery, people and the evening settling as the sun dipped below the horizon. Cold puffs of air escaped Y/N’s mouth as she exhaled a breath. She rubbed her hands together for warmth, walking alongside Will through the busy street. 

Y/N cursed herself for not wearing her thicker coat and gloves. The cold Winter appeared to approach quicker than she expected. Her fingers were numbing as she simply shoved them into her coat pockets. The flat wasn’t too far from here, a twenty-minute walk. She preferred walking most days to driving as it allowed her time to think and breathe through her thoughts. Right now, her thoughts were consumed by the man at her side and what Tommy and Arthur were thinking.

“Are you cold, Miss?”

“Y/N is just fine. I’d feel better if you just called me Y/N.” earning a nod from him.

She loved the sound of his voice, irrespective. The way he talked enamoured Y/N, capturing her attention. 

“Just a bit colder than usual, isn’t it?”

Will shrugged, glancing around before settling on her as she began to shiver. He halted, bringing their walk to a stop. Y/N glanced back, a confused look as he shrugged off his coat.

“Oh-you don’t need to-” she was cut off as he adjusted the coat around her shoulders. Will’s face was close to her’s as she could feel his warm breath brush her face. Her cheeks grew warm, but from being flustered by the proximity of his handsome features and presence. He brushed the hair from her face, glancing over her shoulder before he gently urged her along with a hand on the small of her back. She leaned into the warmth of the coat, catching a whiff of citrus and smoke. It comforted her.

“Have you always worked for Mr Shelby?” he asked the first question.

“I grew up on the street right across from the Shelby’s. I’m an only child, and they were more than happy to indulge me.” she smiled fondly at the memories of running around after the boys to play and dressing up with Ada. Many stories of running off where they ought not to and getting into trouble as children did.

“Pol and Tommy took me in after my mum died. It was cancer.” she exhaled, breathing through the words. Will turned to her with an apologetic look, his lips pulled into a tight line as he listened. “My dad passed overseas before her. I’m more than grateful they took me in. Otherwise...God knows what would’ve happened to me.”

A silence passed by, a comfortable echo until Will chose to break it.

“I’m sorry about your parents.” he glanced at her as she tucked her hands in the pockets of his coat, a grateful smile on her lips. “My mum passed when I was young. She was sick.”

“Your father?” 

“He’s still around.” Will didn’t choose to elaborate, looking forward as he walked.

She nodded, “Any siblings?”

“One sister, Lana. Many cousins, but none that I speak to.”

“Are you close with your sister?”

“We fight all the time, but yes. We’re close. Happens when there’s just two of you.” he remarked.

Y/N smiled at that, knowing what it was like with the Shelby family. Although she didn’t have any blood-related siblings, she felt just at home with her Shelby boys and Ada. It would be a wonder to have had more sisters, although, she noted. Maybe there was more to know about the mystery that was her new help. Maybe Will would bring an intriguing new part to her life. That spark of something far greater than she’d been looking for, unbeknownst to even herself.

***

Releasing the key from her front door, Y/N was shocked, more surprised, at the presence of someone on her doorstep. A flush ran over her face as she recognised it as Will, from the dapper suit and blonde hair. 

“Mornin.” he greeted her as she smiled and echoed a greeting in response.

“I didn’t think you’d be waiting out here. Would’ve invited you inside.” she smiled apologetically.

He shook his head, not offended in any way as he offered her a hand to walk down the steps. She accepted with a flush of her cheeks.

"Ready to go?”

Y/N nodded, clutching a briefcase at her side as they began to walk down to the office. When she finally sat her desk, Arthur rolled around.

"How's it going?"

"Fine." Her voice grew into a hushed whisper, "Where did you find...uh?" She hinted at the man at her behest. Arthur wore a teasing look, clasping his hands.

"He was in the navy corps before. Turned to security for work. Tommy and I found him through a friend."

"A friend?" She inquired.

"Yes."

"Not one of those types of friends." She questioned, a brow raised.

"No," he shook his head as she nodded in understanding.

"Right."

"Any problems?"

A smile crossed her face, shaking her head "Oh, no. It's fine. Everything's fine."

She crossed the room, departing to a shelving unit where she scans for the appropriate box she needs. Y/N slid the step to grab the box, sliding up to grip it, expecting it to be a heavy box. A gasp escaped her mouth as she pulled the box and her heart dropped in her stomach as she fell backward to the floor. Footsteps moved quickly, a pair of arms catching her before she could hit the ground. Her own arms clasped around their shoulders, opening her eyes to meet Will's. They were impossibly blue, and enchanting. Her heart swelled at the softened gaze on her as he scanned her for signs of injury.

"Are you alright?" He asked and she nodded, still in shock while he set her down on her feet.

"If you need help, just ask. It's what my job to keep you safe. Even from heavy boxes or ladders." He smiled at her encouragingly.

Her cheeks flushed and she nodded, "Sorry. Thank you."

Finn walks in right then and notices the flush of her cheeks, "What's got you all flushed? Not used to the attention, Y/N/N?"

She sighed, her vigour returning, "You can talk, lad. If I recall, you turn bright red at the thought of talking to a girl." Crossing the room to her desk, shuffling through papers in her hand.

“And you don’t count.”

“No. You’re the bratty little brother I never asked for.” she retorted with a playful smile as he scoffed in retort. A satisfied sigh escaped her mouth as she found the correct document. She pat his arm, seeing Finn's smirk drop as Arthur laughed.

"I'm only pulling your leg." She chuckled, "Do me a favour, make sure Michael reviews this? It's due in a few weeks for an order."

The boy nodded his head, walking past her as Arthur crossed to her desk, glancing at Will who sat idly in a chair.

"So this is what you do?"

She hummed, looking at Will, "It's a part of my job. Not all of it. The boys handle most of the exciting stuff. Pol and I handle most of the correspondence and finances. You know, the important things." She winked at Arthur as he swatted at her perfectly primed hair. Y/N simply laughed, ducking her head as the man walked off, murmuring under his breath.

“It’s probably not as exciting as what you do, but it’s my job.” 

“From the looks of it, you’ve got your hands full, keeping these boys in line.”

“A difficult job in its own right.” she laughed with him.

***

The next morning at her flat gunshots are heard nearby, shaking her from her sleep. Her heart races in her chest, barely conscious at this early hour as she reaches for the weapon concealed under her bedside table. Alert, she slowly paced to her bedroom door, hearing sounds of someone entering the property from the front. Y/N could feel her heart thundering in her chest as she slowly crept to the front, pistol raised in front of her. While she wasn't as adept with it as Pol, nor the boys, they made sure she knew how to use one. She recognised the familiar figure at the door, squinting at the sight of Will wandering through her doorway with concern laced in his features.

"Are you okay?" Will asked her, gently gripping her shoulder as he looked for injuries. He scanned her figure, clearly unprepared in her night gown for a break in. On the other hand, Will was dressed, only without his jacket as if he hadn’t the time to put it on in a rush. It wasn’t particularly early, around 6 a.m. when the rest got up. She supposed he would be used to early hours given his history.

 "What you doing with that?" He glanced at the pistol in her hand.

"I thought someone was breaking in. I heard gunshots." She replied, looking at him pointedly, dropping the pistol to her side. His hand found the side of her head, scanning her face as blood rushed to her cheeks. Y/N exhaled at the feeling of his touch, meeting blue eyes full of concern. 

“I’m fine, just shocked.” she whispered.

The sound of thundering footsteps followed and soon enough Finn and Arthur joined, standing on the steps as she gently brushed Will’s hand from her cheek.

"Are you alright, Y/N/N?" Arthur rushed up the steps, pausing at the sight of her standing in her nightgown and then flickering to Will, "We rushed over. Seems someone got here first."

"How did you get here so fast?" Finn asked, stepping into the flat. 

"My flat's down the street." Will replied, still glancing down at Y/N. She closed her mouth, flickering to Finn and Arthur.

“What are you wearing?” Finn’s eyes were wide as he caught sight of her dress.

“My night gown, quit staring.” she scolded. Her hair was down, brushing against her neck as Arthur fussed over her.

"I'm fine, really." raising the gun, "See. I was ready."

"Yeah," he glanced at the doorway, "But the fact he got in here that easily doesn't reassure me. What if someone had broken in before we could get here?"

"That what the gun is for. And it won't happen." She reassured him, "Will got here a minute after I heard the noise. That's what you hired him to do."

"Exactly." Arthur agreed, glancing at the man, “But, I’d rather not imagine something actually happen to you.”

“He got here before we did.” Finn pointed out, bringing their attention to the boy.

“Right, he did.” Y/N nodded, glancing at Will “Wasn’t that the whole point of having him look out for me?”

“I won’t let anything happen to her.” Will said, “Besides I think she handle herself.” that earned him a grateful smile from the woman.

"It was probably a misfire or a deal gone wrong.” she huffed, “It’s Birmingham for Christ’s sake. Gunfire in the morning--night isn’t anything new."

"I know, but that doesn't ease my conscience."

She rolled her eyes, turning to the youngest of the group, "Finn, would you tell you brother to relax?"

"Arthur," Finn began but he was quickly dissuaded by his older brother's stern look as he backed off with raised hands. He sent Y/N an apologetic look.

"What would you have me do?" Y/N sighed, watching as Arthur glanced at Will who watched.

"I think Will should move in." Arthur stated.

"-What?" Y/N stared at the man, shocked and horrified at the proximity that seemed to lessen with each day between her and Will.

"What?" Will murmured under his breath, confused more than anything.

"Tommy will agree. It's not like your flat is small by any means. Alright? Will can start moving in today. It'll make his job a lot easier too."

She stared at Arthur, thinking he secretly had a pledge to make her life all the more difficult and torturous, putting this man right into her space.

“I agree with Arthur.” Will murmured, bringing an astonished look from her as she glanced between the two. He did believe she could handle herself, but it was the fear that rushed through him at the gunfire that had them all on edge. It sent him into overdrive as he all but dropped everything and ran to check on her. “A few seconds can make the difference. It didn’t take much for me to get through your front door.”

A silent fury brewed beneath her skin as she conceded. “Fine. Not like you lot to let me live my life by my own rules, anyway.” she pressed the gun to Arthur’s chest, walking up the staircase. 

“Where are you going?” Arthur asked Y/N who paused mid-step with an exasperated look.

“Well I can’t exactly be going to work in my night gown, can I?” she replied tiredly, her hair whipping around. His gaze fell to the sliding of her shoulder strap, the view of her leg. Her slip wasn’t see through, but it definitely didn’t leave much to the imagination as Will refrained from staring at the imagery of the furious beauty before him. 

“I suppose.” Arthur tilted his head, and she refrained from smacking his arm.

“Anything else I need to be present for?” she asked, hand strained on the bannister.

“I think its best if I stay.” Will spoke up, drawing her gaze to him, “I can escort you to work from here. Do some security checks in the mean time.” 

“Be my guest.” She nodded, turning to Arthur “Lock the door behind you.”

“I think you’re gonna need a new door.” Finn suggested, looking at the broken lock. She sighed, departing to her bedroom with a wave. Finn slapped Will’s shoulder before leaving with Arthur. He would have his hands full with this job, that was something he was entirely sure of.

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Howdy boys

[hotpinkboots]

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~ℝ𝕖𝕕 𝔾𝕦𝕪 x Reader Fluff Headcanons~

I've been married to Red ever since the original DHMIS episodes came out. Literally have had an obsession all these years, and there isn't enough going around, so I'm sharing him :D

~Enjoy~

★★★★

ℝ𝕖𝕕 𝔾𝕦𝕪

★★★★

~He's literally the most chill guy ever. If you need to sit around and relax, he's your man.

~He does get bored, though, and will want to go places every once in a while....Just somewhere besides the house....

~Red is a little bit shy (which makes him even MORE awkward) when he realizes he kind of, sort of, just a little bit, but not really (translation: a lot, a huge amount, really does), likes you.

~Hugs make him practically malfunction, and he'd usually rather not be touched, but he'll make an acception for you.

~You can give him lil' side hugs if he's doing something.

~Sometimes he'll wrap his arm around you and give you a little shoulder pat in response.

~Now, if you can get him to give you a full on hug, you'll feel like an ✨ANGEL✨

~References aside though, full on hugs from him are rare. He doesn't even realize you like them so much. He feels like a big plushie to you.

~If you caught him pulling his yarn i mean hair back for a moment, you'd certainly catch a glimpse of his teeth. He won't have any idea why you just wolf-whistled at him. (Based off of the first time I saw his teeth 👀)

~Sometimes he'll give you a treat and move his hair so he can kiss your neck. Those TEETH 👀👀👀👀....He'd have to be real damn comfortable with you to do that!

~Red tends to fidget around when you try playing with his "hair". Gives him chills! Not that he doesn't like it, he's not used to it.

~Ruffles your hair around in return to mess with you. No, getting him to stop is not an option.

~Sometimes he'll greet you with a big ol' head pat.

~He enjoys it even more if you dislike it.

~He will also poke at you to get your attention.

~Even when you answer, he'll still poke you a few more times. Y'know. Just to make sure that you're listening.

~Tell him he looks like a smart boy in his outfit.

~A few compliments that make him wildly flustered are calling him dapper, a gentleman, handsome, cute, ect.

~You can also affectionately call him a mop.

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GODDDDD I LOVE HIM 🤓😭

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[popcornforone]

Stolen Looks

A fan Fic based on The Thief

About 14months ago a friend asked me would I write a little short romantic story for them, nothing to smutty but based on a picture, as I write & like to to that, so I did. I then discovered an hourly Pedro Pascal twitter bit that posted random photos of him on the hour so I started writing them about the photo… now here I am (that bot has now gone boo Elon) writing fan fics. & then bam this photo above drops & I had to write about it & the thief, I couldn’t not. So this is An added bonus for you all this week. Don’t worry your still getting Javi G chapter 5

Synopsis: The thief is up to his usual tricks but all it takes is a glance at you to change his motives for the night.

Word count:2600

Warnings: Don’t read if your under 18! There no sex in this but… it’s implied. The thief is bisexual. Alcohol, slight swearing, drugs & drugging mentioned. Oral sex described, fingering, seducing stimulation, mentions of one night stands.consent could be seen as dubious please remember in real life it’s okay to say no. Stealing & theft. This is not an advert for wine.

Thanks as always for the read peoples. All feed back is welcome as always. Thanks.

There you stand waiting for him. In his bedroom. You don’t even know his name. The glances between you at the party tonight were intense. No other mans eyes met yours. No other man could you see the desire flood his veins. But these glances well… palpable is an understatement.

In he walks. Snazzy floral silk long jacket. Over sized cuffs, from the white shirt underneath poking out. Sleek black trousers, that made you see how good he could be. A hint of spotty socks. Black pointy heeled boots, reflecting your face. Messy hair but styled that way on purpose. A large watch that looks small in comparison to those hands, which are carrying a bottle of red wine for the two of you to indulge in. He sits in the chair & leans back admiring you up & down. He rests his bearded chin on his hand, a flat fat thumb pressed to his lips as he sighs inhaling the beauty in front of him.

“Perfection” he states & gestures your hand for you to twirl. Your hair is in a long blonde braid trailing over your naked left shoulder. Your midnight blue strapless dress hugs your curves & gives you a phenomenal cleavage. There’s a thin layer of sparking net over the top to give your dress the look of a starry night sky. Your nails are all dark purple except the index fingers on both hands. They also have some silver to them, they match your heels, clutch & the choker necklace you are wearing. Earrings that are just simple studs, much like your simple make up. There were much more attractive glamours people at the party tonight but you have the attention of the person who never gives anyone the time of day. He gets what he wants & he always makes sure of it.

“Thank you”you say bashfully when you have finished your twirl. Your eyes still darting across every inch of him.

You won a ticket to this party at work, you don’t usually go to these kind of parties or auctions, but this was too good an opportunity to turn down. A country house which rarely gives people access. Champagne in hand slowly coming out of your shell as you started working the room. All you did was sit on a bench for a few seconds. Admiring a painting, taking the weight of your feet, when you saw a man creep through the library door. Dressed to the nines. Dapper. Mysterious. Handsome. Like he was up to no good. & yet the second both your eyes met they were drawn to each other, like a moth to a flame. You’re suddenly off the bench without you realising walking away from him to tease him & instigate a seductive chase. Your mind going insane going this isn’t the kind of girl you are. You avoid the lime light & wondering eyes of unknown gentlemen. & yet your hips are swaying as you move.

He is admiring your arse, & the way it sways, the dress clinging to you. He had spent months planning to get into this library tonight, his last Goya is hanging on this wall, ready for him to track it & lay his tropes to come back tomorrow night to claim it & replace it, the copy already on sight, it will be months before anyone realises it’s a fake. But your eyes & simple beauty have distracted him. He was also intrigued that the painting you stopped at was the Goya he plans on having for himself. He can hear your shallow breathing as he steps behind you. You tried to not look at him or give him the time of day but some slow seductive simple words made all the hairs on your body stand up on end.

“What are you drinking?” That’s all it took, to send shivers down your spine. The warmth of his breath setting your desire free. The way his hand caressed your almost bare back, before it trailed down your shoulder & arm to hold onto your hand & take the flute from your hand. He’s looking to see if your jewels are worth anything but he can see that you are not the usual person who comes to these events.

“Champagne” you whisper back you lips inches away from his mouth as you turn your head to face him. Your lips so plump. Your eyes flutter at him & his are full of desire as they return a glance back to you. Neither of you hear the glass shatter as he drops the flute to the floor, you’re both enchanted by the person desiring the other.

The rest of the night you both circulated trying not to be beguiled by the other & yet there was moments in each room of this country house where you’d end up standing next to each other. Your net working had improved & your confidence had grown due to both the sudden eyes that you felt burning into you all night & also the liquid luck from the champagne. He has managed to eventually get things in place for his heist tomorrow, but he is always if he possibly can, be about 10 paces behind you when you move around. He automatically had the urge to protect you & keep you safe & maybe steal you for himself. So when you taxi failed to arrive at the end of the night & he offered to take you back to his so you could sleep in the spare room you agreed. Those eyes were very easy to say yes too.

He’s still looking you up & down in his bedroom. He didn’t give you a tour he just took you straight to his bedroom, he’s not even kissed you yet. The drive to his mansion he stroked the back of your hand & caressed your face, asking you about why you were there & if you admired the paintings & if you had a pleasant evening. You were surprised when he left you in his bedroom for a few minutes before he returned with the wine. But your face lit up when he sauntered back into the room. His aura always makes it seem like he is creeping in & out of any room he is in like he is a Sluth. He pours you both a glass of red Malbec & picks his up & takes a sip.

“You’re normal aren’t you?” He asks subtlety in a soft way, not wanting to offend. “This isn’t your usual scene be it the party or right now. Your not that kind of girl”

“Is it that obvious?” You giggle & take a step forward to go pick up your glass but he raises his hand to stop you & you look confused.

“Yes, most girls & men by now would be on their knees, gagging around my cock, while I taste this beautiful wine before I return the favour. They don’t wait for consent, they know who I am & they just do it.” He’s clearly a man who goes for a certain type, you mind races now as to why you are here.”but you…” he stands up & his hand takes the other glass & walks across to you. “… you have class & standards. Your not just here for a quick meaningless shag & then we will never call each other again, no your here to be seduced, to be claimed, to be stolen” your own breath hitches as he says he wants to steal you. The idea of his hands tracing your body has been on your mind since he first touched your back earlier. You now know from his statement that he is a man who is usually offered sex on a plate from Whoever he invites back, you are a challenge for him. He likes a challenge.

“I don’t even know your name,” you say as you take your wine from his hand trying not to look in his eyes. “I don’t even know what you do, I don’t even…” his eyes search for yours & once eyes contact has been made you slowly fall silent.

“You stole my eye line tonight, being so naturally beautiful” he says & he kisses your empty hand before you both take a sip of wine. “You stole my attention, the way you smile, the way you hold yourself, the way you are you.” You’re siping more of this wine hoping he isn’t drugging you, it’s the kind of things men like this do to get you into bed. “& you stole my identity, I’m the thief, I’m meant to the the one with the capabilities to steal what I want, to get what I need…”

“But you did…” you interrupt & the man’s face goes a little sour. Are you undercover he thinks, did you see him mark the painting & stash some items to steal it tomorrow? “No one but you was going to steal those precious looks from me tonight, you’re not like the other men that were there. I might not know who you are, but I think you can claim to have stolen my night away from me. Im yours”

The thief take both your wine glasses & put them back in the table, undoing his bow tie at the same time.

“This was not my plan for tonight, no way, but you my mysterious lady, you’ve made tonight so much more interesting.” He moves your braid off your shoulder & starts to pepper it with soft kisses. His lips feel warm against your chilled skin in this sparse room. For a man with a large house you’d have thought he’d have more in his master suit that just a few books on a shelf, a table & chairs, two

dressers & a large 4 poster bed. Clearly a man who likes to keep things simple, maybe that’s why he wants to keep you here tonight.

“How have I made this interesting?” You’re breathing fast as he makes his way to the crook of your neck working his way up to your lips to taste them in a few seconds time, you hope.

“By being you, a few stolen glances are all it took, for I am now yours” he says looking at you directly abandoning his kisses, those stolen looks being exchanged again. You want this. So does he.

“As am I to you” you whisper & cup his cheek. His hands, those large palms hold your face as he looks at every blemish on your face, not caring that your make up is starting to look a little bit old. He doesn’t care. The look & nod are small but the second your lips meet a fire erupts in you. Those lips that have pouted all night at you & have had seductive words flow out of them are now learning how you kiss. One of his hands goes around your waist as the other unties your braid, so he can feel all of you. Your body’s so close as your mouths continue to engage in this embrace. He tastes of the wine. Rich dark & seductive, like him. Maybe he has drugged you into feeling like this, but right now as all of your senses are on high alert & you feel the passion take over, you don’t care. You may have kissed the devil & its Making you want more.

Eventually his grip is loose around your waist as you both stop making out with each other. Both desperately needing more than the kiss, but both needing a moment of reflection. Are you this girl now? Does he really want to have you to himself all night? Are You going to be filled with regret in the morning? One look into his eyes & you suddenly see him soften. No longer this man who has seduced & stolen your heart as well as the looks from you tonight. He’s just a man, a man who wants you, who clearly is treating you differently to every other man & woman he invites back to his after an event. You’re someone he needs to take his time with. To learn to appreciate,

& to maybe add to his collection & share it with him one day.

“We…” he’s stumbling “we don’t have to… there’s no pressure…” his hand trails around his neck scarring his beard. He’s nervous for once.

“& what if I did…” you reply “what if tonight you take me, one night of mine can be stolen & given to someone else & I’d like it to be you.” you say as your hands start to trail up his silk floral jacket ready to help him undress.

“Darling, if you stay with me, it will be for more than just one stolen night” he says, his eyes filled with passion. His hand glides into yours like it’s meant to be as he walks you across to the bed & he slowly lowers you down onto it. He lies to your side watching the rise & fall in your body. You’re breathing more than enraged trying to control yourself. This is made harder by his hand, trailing inside your dress, up your leg, over your inner thigh. “Let go beautiful” he whispers softly in your ear as you gasp & his thumb makes contact with your clit.

You jolt awake at 10am on a Sunday. A dream of lust & desire. A memory playing out in your mind as you slept in your small bed, in your apartment. The feeling of his thumb still there teasing your clit, as you wake up in a sweat wishing he was here. He’s not unfortunately. Your bed sheet damp underneath where you sit, as you had obviously cum while dreaming about him, maybe your own hand had been seeing to your pleasure as you remember the first night you met. You lay naked back down on your bed remembering the rest of that night & the next nine afterwards. Realising making love to you was his alibi for so many things. You still jokingly after all this time still call him the thief, to arouse the two of you, to get you in the mood occasionally, not that you could keep your hands or lips off each other. Your horizons now broadened & you were not just a one off. This was the real thing for the both of you. You always chuckle a little at that as you turn over to check your phone & send him a good morning message. Imagine if you hadn’t won that at work. Although you have now not worked for the last 3months at all, a sabbatical before you start to retrain in what you want to actually do in life. He has made you realise these moments need to be grasped & enjoyed, no one should wait for what they want. He’s said he will help you, but you insisted on one day paying back every penny. you then sit up & look across at the wall & smile & say good morning to what faces you. That Goya, yes the painting, his most prised possession. Which he has gifted to you as a promise to always return. Which he does when your buzzer to your apartment goes off about 5minutes later. You bed & apartment might not be as grand as his mansion, but it keeps you both grounded & your spark alive. All to just steal a few precious minutes of love making together, away from the eyes of the rest of the world.

[feralforfruit]

The Garden {Part 2}

♡︎Go read the other parts from my masterlist♡︎

Warnings: gun/knife violence and mentions of blood.

Pairings: Ladybug, Lemon, Tangerine, and Yuichi x fem!reader.

You wake up to an alarm and you get up to walk into the next room where you do most of the Hivemind work. You grab your iced coffee from the mini fridge before you sit down at your setup. You turn on the huge PC that is decorated with photos of you and the boys on multiple screens. It lights up a bright yellow in the back which causes the room to follow suit in the hue. You put on your headset and get to work.

You knew the men would have arrived at their destination by then. You text the group chat to let them know you are up and ready to go. Ladybug texts a thumbs up as a signal to connect all your earpieces to be able to communicate through the mission. You turn the devices all on, “Hey boys! You guys got there alright?”

“We’re doing okay, BB. We are outside of the HQ right now,” said Ladybug.

“This shit looks like a goddamn fortress, darling. Gonna be a tough one, innit?” Tangerine says in disbelief.

“Just how you like them, Tang.” you smile to yourself, “First what you guys have to do is get to the back fence. There should be an opening big enough for you to fit yourselves and all the equipment without getting seen. You should use the trash bins when you enter to stash anything you might need to escape.”

“What if someone takes out the trash, though, what then?” Lemon asks.

“They won’t. They have very particular hours of taking out the trash and this shouldn’t take you up to 8pm now, should it?” you chuckle softly while looking at the daylight from your window.

“Let’s go. We should not waste time.” Yuichi mutters to them. “I want to get out of this as soon as possible.” He motions to his overall look. He has a much dapper look than usual to seem like he is a professional yakuza associate.

“Oh but I want pics of your sexy get-up before it gets potentially ruined. You didn’t let me see it before you left.” you pout.

He scoffs, “Hachi, don’t.” You giggle in response knowing you pushed him a bit.

“Alright, fellas. It’s showtime.” Ladybug says as all make their way toward the broken fence. They bend their bodies halfway to get through as you say, “You guys see a gray door straight ahead? It should have a helipad sign on it.”

“Yes, ma’am. Picking the lock now.” Ladybug manages to quickly get the door unlocked as Lemon and Tangerine stash the extra weapons as you advised.

Ladybug starts to zip up his jumpsuit, getting ready for action. “Now, BB, how did you manage to get the maintenance guy’s uniform? Did you order it?”

“Oh, lovebug, you underestimate me. We have had this plan for months and you thought I wouldn’t have the actual maintenance man taken care of. How did you think I knew his whole schedule and how the routine check-up works?” you say while taking a sip of your iced coffee.

“Wow, our Bumblebee has a stinger,” Lemon says. “Damn, right, handsome.” You smooch as he chuckles in response.

The boys make their way up to the third floor of the stairs and right before they open the door you say, “Wait, guys, remember this layout. The left side of the corridor is where Yuichi has to escort Ladybug to the computer. On the right side is where Lemon and Tangerine need to sneak through to get to the last door on the left where Kuro Akuji, the yakuza chairman, is currently setting up the deal with the subordinate family of his clan. They know that there are people trying to get this deal to cease its plans of kicking civilians out of their town just so they can expand their empire with a shiny, new money-grab casino. Even people in his own clan aren’t too happy about it so there are going to be guards roaming through that hall so try to be as quiet as possible. Be invisible, even.”

“Got it, poppet,” Tangerine says as clicks out his knife before opening the door and peeking out to make sure the coast is clear for them to split up. He nods and the pairs go their separate ways. Lemon and Tangerine walk a few feet before needing to turn a corner and take a glimpse of the hallway that is full of a bunch of huge men in suits having a chat outside the doors of the meeting. “Bollocks.” They say quietly at the same time. “BB, how much are we getting paid for this again?” Lemon asks in whispers.

“The informer offered 3 million for Akuji’s death along with everyone else in the room who is involved,” you say while reading out the terms on a tab of your encrypted emails.

Yuichi frowns while still walking through empty hallways with Ladybug. “Just to kill him? What has the computer got to do with it?” he asks. 

“Oh that is a mystery mouse ka-tool that is going to help us later,” you smile to yourself. “Just stay focused and make sure you go to the black door at the end of the hallway that has a number 3 on it.”

He shakes his head and decides to not ask any more questions. Yuichi then finally spots the door you said and he looks at Ladybug before taking a sigh. He knocks three times before a tall man with bleached hair and a similar dark suit to Yuichi’s answers the door. He seems to have an intimidating ever-present frown that most large men in the yakuza always wear as a part of their uniform.

Ladybug stands there, awkwardly smiling and lifting his toolbox up as Yuichi is explaining their presence to the associate. The man lifts his eyebrow before opening the door giving them room for entry.

“Good boys. Now, Ladybug all you have to do is follow the steps I showed you the other day. Unscrew the computer’s casing and then remove all the parts so you can look like you’re replacing the PC’s fan. Snatch the original motherboard before replacing it with the extra one.” you explain before switching your attention, “Fruits, are you guys doing, alright?”

“Just fucking dandy, darling,” Tangerine says out of breath as he grunts while he slices the last huge guard in the hallway. 

“Still need to get to the Diesel, luv, but we got this.” Lemon states before grabbing a sword that is laying on the floor beside a large suited body. Tangerine looks to his brother and says, “Time for a Tail Tack, innit?” Lemon pats his shoulder and responds excitedly, “Shit, bruv, we haven’t done that in ages!”

Tangerine kicks open the door to the meeting and the twins run in shooting and slicing in direction, back up against the other to keep from throwing shots at each other. Bodies hit the ground like coins out of a pocket and not a single one with a second to process taking out their weapons. The two men take a look towards the center of the room and blow a few more shots toward the most important person in the room.

Thankfully, all the commotion isn’t heard from the opposite side of the floor, where Ladybug is finishing his work of grabbing the motherboard. Yuichi asks the associates for a lighter trying to act casual while distracting them from the final pieces of Ladybug’s movements.

Ladybug finally closes up the computer case and then gathers his tools before standing up. Yuichi notices and then makes his way up towards the exit while bidding farewell to those in the room not trying to make eye contact with the large bleached-haired man as he opens the door. Ladybug follows close behind saying his best Japanese goodbyes. They both release a breath like they’ve been holding it the whole time there as they walk back towards the same place they exited.

They meet two blood-covered twins halfway with and stare at them with raised eyebrows. “You bastards act as if you didn’t expect this,” Tangerine says annoyed at their reaction before opening the door to the stairs aggressively.

“Are all my boys together and in one piece?” you smile feeling proud of how smooth your plan played out. “Yes, we are close to the exit,” Yuichi says.

“Oh my god, am I actually going to see Yuichi come back with that delicious suit?” you ask before biting your lip at the thought.

“Not before you hose down the fruits before letting them back inside The Garden.” Ladybug cringes at the thought of needing to get the inside of the car cleaned as they crawl out of the hole in the fence. “You try looking proper when you have to fucking blow some bellend's brains out for 3 million fucking dollars!” Tangerine states aggressively as he hops into the driver's seat making their quick escape in hopes no one follows them.

“I'm sure it isn't anything I haven't seen from them before. As long as my boys come back to me still breathing, I don’t care what I have to do. But I will make it my own personal mission to see sexy Yakuza Yuichi in front of me before I deal with the twins.” you chuckle as you keep track of the traffic cameras, making sure that no one is following their location.

The boys arrive safely and you get a notification of the deposit from the informer in The Garden’s bank account just a few minutes after confirming the mission’s completion. Ladybug hops out of the car still in his disguise, with the toolbox in his hand. He opens it and passes you the motherboard. Your smile wides as he hands it to you and you give him a quick peck on the cheek. Yuichi gets out of the car and you walk up to him as soon as you notice him. You took out your phone and take a photo immediately as you squeal like a fangirl.

“You look so fucking hot! I’m so sorry, but I am going to plan more jobs that require you to be in more sexy ass suits.” you run your hand down his tie, admiring the details.

Yuichi can’t help but chuckle lightly at all the attention you’re giving him despite his aversion to the idea. “I can’t say no to you, Hachi. You know that,” he says while stroking your hair softly.

“Thank you for looking this handsome so we could have the motherboard,” you say while looking up at him sweetly.

“Why is it so important, anyway?” Yuichi asks.

“It is important because this will give us access to all the intel that Kuro Akiji’s clan had on the area they claimed to be theirs. Secret houses, plans, or info on their members that his associates held in one computer to keep things running properly in the organization. We can be one step ahead of all the yakuza’s operations. Plus, it runs insanely fast and has a large amount of space for me to do the same in The Hivemind. They had the best computer modders in the city optimize it to perfection so it has all that and more for me to play with. So, basically, you guys have acquired one of the best systems that could only be found in the black market with the same price value as what we made from just killing Akuji. Neat, huh?” They look at you in astonishment as you explained.

“You, Bumblebee, are fucking brilliant,” Lemon says. “And you, my Lemon drop, need a fucking shower. And so do you, Tang. Come on, let's go to the backyard so I can hose you, cuties, down.” You snap twice and point for them to walk to the back gate with haste.

* .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

A/N: Sorry, it has been a minute since I felt the urge to get my ideas flowing! I was really needing a day to feel like I could give you guys this sweet little bit of their dynamic on the job and today was finally that. I had fun writing this one and even though it isn't really smutty or even remotely steamy, the thoughts of how they would work together made me smile. I hope you all feel the same way.

[lathalea]

Thorin Oakenshield - Entangled / The Best Day of My Life

I swear, this is my last fic for the Armitage Summer Splash event. Today I’d like to treat you to a little fic that may or may not become a longer story one day. If you’re interested in reading about what happened next - let me know!

WEEK 2 - PROMPT 13

Trope: Comfort Quote: “It was the best day of my life.” Image: link

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield x Dwarf OFC (The Hobbit) Rating: G (subject to change) Warnings: ANGST A/N: This short one-shot turned into a longer fic. Here is the next chapter of this story.

You can find this fic on AO3.

Khuzdul: Azsâlul'abad - Lonely Mountain (the dwarven kingdom of Erebor) Tumunzahar - Nogrod (my headcanon for this story is that the dwarven city of old had been rebuilt)

Entangled Chapter 1

I have only one secret. I am in love with Thorin Oakenshield. But he is not aware of it. Even though I pass him every day in the long walkways of Azsâlul'abad, the reclaimed Kingdom Under the Mountain, he does not see what lingers in my eyes.

I had irrevocably fallen for the King Under the Mountain when I saw him for the first time at a great feast in my home city of Tumunzahar. Back then, he was simply Thorin, son of Thrain, an exile with a worthless title of a prince, living with his people in one of the harshest regions of the Blue Mountains, barely making ends meet. Among my people, the Broadbeams, no one believed that the Longbeards would ever reclaim their homeland, not while the dragon still reigned under their Mountain.

One would think that it was love at first sight, but it had not been prince Thorin’s handsome face that made my heart flip. I had met too many dapper noblemen to know that looks could be deceiving. In any case, allowing my feelings to bloom only because a Dwarf in his prime happened to be good-looking was pointless. None of them ever noticed me anyway; not with my average looks, to put it mildly, or the fact that I happened to wear glasses. Whenever an official function was about to begin, my mother would say:

“Mista, dear, remember to take this dreadful contraption off your nose before you enter the feast hall. None of the Dwarves here wants a know-all for a wife!”  In her opinion, young ladies should spend time on more useful activities than devouring books one after another.

“But Mother, I can barely see a thing without my spectacles!” I would usually reply, even though I knew that there was no point in arguing. It was enough that my mother barely tolerated my constant reading even though she kept on lamenting my choice of activities.

“Adla will be there to help you,” she usually offered, but we both were very well aware that my sister had other things on her mind than accompanying me everywhere. She was—and still is—the pretty one. As soon as the music would start, she was off to break yet another heart or fall in love with yet another dashing warrior.

To be honest, I did not mind. Adla lived for social gatherings. It was better that I did not appear beside her, scaring off her admirers and potential suitors. Since my chances in the marriage market were not the highest, at least she should be able to find herself a good husband and make our parents happy by giving them grandchildren. 

With a conspiratorial wink, Adla would disappear into the most fashionable crowd of the season, while I would usually find myself a secluded corner, preferably behind a large statue of someone very important. Those were the best hideouts — their stern visages intimidated most of the guests who gave every single of those statues a wide berth, preferring to admire them from afar. And that usually left me undisturbed. As soon as I was alone, I would put on my glasses and read to my heart’s content. My sister would appear nearby when it was time to leave and we would return to our mother with innocent smiles on our faces. Both Adla and I were perfectly happy with that arrangement.

That memorable feast when I first met Thorin was no different. One day, my family received an invitation. A celebration was to be held in honour of the newly arrived Longbeard guests — the members of the royal family of Azsâlul'abad in exile. The rulers of the Lonely Mountain, or, as the Elves call it, “Erebor”. My sister’s excitement was as great as my unwillingness to frequent this event, but one look at my mother’s face told me that I wouldn’t be able to talk my way out of it.

Shortly after arriving at the great hall, I sneaked into my hideout in an attempt to finish a chapter of an exciting book. Just as I began reading, the voices of two Dwarves engaged in a conversation reached my ears. It was easy to recognize their owners — they belonged to the highly desirable group my mother called “eligible bachelors” — unmarried and rich enough to make them interesting as potential husband candidates. Not for me, obviously, even if my mother did not seem to acknowledge this truth. She was truly determined to find me a husband while I was truly determined to finish that book. And then another. And another.

“What about that pretty Adla girl?” One of those eligible bachelors said.

“That one kisses like fire. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that Firebeard blood ran in her veins! But that’s all you’re going to get from her. Kisses. She’s one of those boring proper girls.” The other one gave out a groan. “According to my sister, Adla wants to marry well so she’s saving herself for her future husband, whoever that poor fellow might be.”

“Any chance of her having a less proper sister or a cousin?”

“There is a sister, yes, but you wouldn’t like to poke her even with a stick,” his friend chuckled. “Ugly, dull, and blind as a bat. My sister calls her ‘four-eyes’.”

“Ah, I remember that one. Are you sure that’s Adla’s sister?”

“Positive. Adla tried to make me dance with her one day,” he huffed. “Would you believe it? Do I look like a charity?”

“You look like a horny bastard!” His friend laughed loudly. “Maybe if you had danced with her ugly sister, Adla would have let you into her bed?”

“Not a chance. Not even for Adla. I don’t want to be seen with someone who looks as if her mother lay with a petty Dwarf,” the first one cackled and his companion joined him eagerly. My vision blurred. The echo of their voices died down as they walked away from my hideout.

Ugly, dull… I closed my eyes to stop the tears rolling down my cheeks. 

…and blind as a bat. I took off my glasses to brush away the wetness from my cheeks. Four-eyes. The last thing I wanted was for my mother to question me about the reason behind my red eyes. I had to get a grip on myself for now. I would cry my heart out into my pillow at night.

She looks as if her mother lay with a petty Dwarf. Those words stung, but my mother’s pity would have been even worse. I knew I was not a beauty, but hearing it confirmed from male lips and then seeing it reflected in my own mother’s eyes would have been unbearable.

“Forgive me the intrusion, my lady,” a low, rumbling voice suddenly reached my ears. “Are you in need of assistance?”

A simple but clean linen handkerchief appeared in front of me. I took it without thinking and only then looked up straight into its owner’s kind, cornflower blue eyes.

“Thank you,” my voice was barely audible, but at least my sniffling had stopped. “I… I’m better now.”

“Was the book so moving?” the unknown Dwarf tilted his head towards the leather-bound shape that lay on the pedestal of the statue. Along with this movement, his dark, almost black hair flowed down his right shoulder like the dark, silky waters of a mountain lake. 

Suddenly, I became aware of his close proximity. With the exception of my brothers, I had rarely, if ever, been so close to a man, and this Dwarf had a strong presence, not only because of his height and strapping physique. Although he looked significantly older than me, perhaps around ninety or so, by Dwarven standards, he was considered young, so it was certainly not the gravitas that came with advanced age. And yet, there was something about him, a solemn quality that sparked awe in me and made my heart beat faster. It felt as if I were given the privilege of looking at a marble statue of an ancient ruler that had suddenly come to life.

At the same time, I could not help but notice a warrior braid in his hair and the lack of a marriage braid. A bachelor, then. My mother would have been proud that I actually made use of her teachings for once. She wanted her daughters to assess their prospective “targets” as soon as they could and not waste time on the Dwarves that had already been taken. The problem was, if that Dwarf in front of me knew that one of the first things I did was to check his marital status (even if it happened by accident), he would probably run away as fast as he could.

“The book? No, not at all.” I shook my head nervously, trying to fill the prolonged silence with my blabbing. It was better than sharing the true reason behind my tears. “It is actually quite an amusing story about a Hobbit—a cobbler’s apprentice—who found a clever way to kill a dragon.” “A Hobbit dragon slayer? Truly?” One of his thick eyebrows arched. “Do tell. How did they manage to get rid of that beast?”

I did not have to be asked twice to answer this question, the events of the story still fresh in my mind. Besides, it was not often that someone was willing to discuss books with me – or at least listen to my musings about them. 

“Actually, it was pretty straightforward. Everyone knows that dragons eat sheep, right?” I spoke, gesticulating excitedly. “A vile dragon had been terrorising the South Farthing for months and the local Hobbits were helpless. Finally, the young cobbler, his name was Rufus, had enough. He took a sheepskin, four sticks, and a lot of twine – and then made a fake sheep. He stuck the sticks into the ground so that they resembled its legs, covered them with the sheepskin and filled it with sulphur, stones, iron nails, and other nasty things. Then he sewed it together, shaping it like a lamb. When the dragon came, it thought that this was a real sheep – and devoured it at once. Soon after, the monster felt very thirsty. Its insides felt like fire and so it drank from the nearest river to quench the burning thirst. The dragon kept on drinking for hours until its belly became round like a ball – and exploded with a ‘bang!’”

I could not stop myself from giggling at the absurdity of the story. The Dwarf in front of me first blinked and then chuckled. The sound of his voice rang pleasantly in my ears and I wished I could amuse him more just to hear his laughter again.

“Hobbits and their gift of confabulation. If only slaying a dragon was that easy…” without my glasses, I could not see it clearly, but I thought I noticed a shadow passing over his handsome face, disappearing as fast as it emerged.

Only then did I take a better look at the Dwarf’s unusually short beard — a sign of mourning. And I took in the colours of his garments — royal dark blue with the sigil of the House of Durin. And there were his temple braids, too. At that moment, I understood why I had never seen this Dwarf at any of the feasts before. My throat tightened in terror.

“I am so sorry.” I covered my mouth with my hand. “Forgive my thoughtless prattling, Your Highness! I did not mean any disrespect with this story…”

“Please, my lady, there is nothing to forgive. It was I who asked you about the book, was it not?” His voice made me think of dark buckwheat honey, sweet and thick.

“But the dragon…” I muttered, completely mortified, trying to gather my wits. “I did not mean to ridicule the fate that befell your people.”

“My grandfather happened to be a wise Dwarf and he used to say that sometimes ridicule is the only way forward. I find that a smile is worth its weight in gold, especially in hard times. Would you not agree?”

“I guess so,” I swallowed, avoiding his intense gaze and ignoring the burning sensation in my cheeks. “Either way, it was rude of me. I’ll better relieve you of my presence, excuse me, Your Highness.”

As I reached out to grab my book and leave, his hand landed flat on its cover. “The Faery-tales of the Shire”, the title said, gilded letters peeking from between his fingers, but at that moment, I could not focus on anything other than the shape of his hand. It was wide and masculine, with strong fingers adorned with a couple of massive rings. One of them looked as if it had been made of mithril. The Dwarf’s sun-tanned skin contrasted with the paleness of my own hand that seemed to be at most half the size of his. A peculiar thought rattled in my brain. How would it feel if he took my hand in his?

“This will not do. My family arrived here to make friends, not to scare off maidens. Let us begin again, My Lady, and forget what has transpired between us so far. What do you say?” His stare clearly told me that he would not take ‘no’ for an answer.

“As you wish, Your Highness,” I nodded faintly.

“Very well. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Thorin, son of Thràin. And with whom do I have the pleasure of speaking, my lady?” He made a customary bow. My cheeks burned even more than before at this display of courtly behaviour. I had seen Adla treated in such fashion numerous times by her admirers, but before today, I had never been on the receiving side of it. 

“Mista, daughter of Milva, at your service, Lord Thorin.” I managed to curtsy and when I looked up at him, Thorin, son of Thràin, stood closer than before.

“I am honoured to make your acquaintance, Lady Mista, daughter of Milva,” he admitted with an alluring smile that hid in the darkness of his beard.

I stopped myself from sighing like a witless goose. Maybe I was barely ten years over half battle-age, but that did not mean I would swoon only because a stunningly handsome Dwarf smiled at me once.

“The honour is all mine,” I managed to mumble instead.

“The feeling is mutual, I assure you. It is not every day one hears amusing stories. To show my gratitude, I would like to offer you my company during the next dance,” he reached out his hand towards me in an inviting gesture, palm up.

“Excuse me?” I stared at it with my eyes open wide. My ears must be deceiving me. There was no other explanation.

“Lady Mista,” he spoke again, my name rolled off his tongue with ease, making my heart make a silly flip. “May I have the pleasure of a dance with you?”

I lifted my gaze to his face, its features softened by a warm smile, the second smile he directed specifically at me, and then my fingertips rested on his palm. His skin felt slightly coarse in that particular, pleasant way, so different from mine. He must have noticed me trembling, for he covered my hand with his to steady it, the corner of his lips curling up in a reassuring way.

“I… thank you for this generous offer, my lord,” my eyes shifted to the glasses that rested next to the book. “But I’m afraid I’m not a desirable dance partner. I can’t see much without my spectacles.”

“How about you wear them for the dance, then?” He offered as if it was the most usual thing in the world.

“But… It is simply not done, not at a great feast like today! Besides, I would not look presentable enough to be your dance partner!”

“It is simple,” he shook his head. “I wish you to enjoy this dance and if your spectacles make it easier, then this is what we are going to do. Do not fret, my lady, if there are any remarks from other guests, I will be more than happy to handle them. How does that sound?” I blinked ferociously, trying to chase away the tears forming in my eyes and a flood of emotions that threatened my heart to burst. Without a word, I put on my glasses. The world around me suddenly became sharper, and that included the face of the Dwarf who seemed not to care for my looks nor for the contraption resting on my nose, the constant source of my embarrassment. Whatever Thorin’s ulterior motives were, some attention-starved part of me forbade me from thinking about them. I should do as the main characters of “The Faery-tales of the Shire” did and enjoy the sudden change of fate while it lasted.

“Thank you, My Lady,” Prince Thorin offered, placing a light kiss over my knuckles that almost made me gasp in surprise. “Are we ready now?”

I nodded, but my cheeks must have turned to beetroot red by that moment. I did not know how one reacted to such gallant manifestations of reverence, but my future dance partner did not give me much time to ponder this matter and led me toward the very middle of the dancing hall. I tried not to notice the glances and curious whispers of the other guests. Lowering my head, I tried to focus on Thorin’s touch, his hand holding mine and its inviting warmth.

I, Mista, the ugly bookworm, the ‘four-eyed bat’, was about to dance with none other than the heir of the line of Durin, Prince Thorin Oakenshield. This had to be a dream, but I hoped I would not wake up before its end.

Soon after the music started, I glided in Thorin’s strong arms through the hall, feeling his firm hold every step of the way. To this day, I do not know whether he realised the depth of my nervousness, but his closeness and lighthearted comments created a shield between me and the other guests who must have been staring at us in disbelief. Throughout the dance, Thorin treated me in a most courteous way, as if I were a princess, his equal, and not a daughter of a merchant, barely of courting age. He was the first one and the only one who danced with me during that feast; over a hundred years have passed and yet I still remember the reassuring way he held me in his arms as the music reverberated against the walls of the great hall. They said he was a warrior and yet his demeanour told me there was much more to him than just battles. The way his cornflower blue eyes rested on my face with interest while I spoke, the way he led a conversation with me while we danced, the way he made me feel special like no one had before — all those things made my silly, inexperienced heart beat faster and faster, even though I knew it was hopeless to dream. Thorin was not only a prince but also belonged to an exiled clan, and judging by the simplicity of his attire, he would not be able to afford a decent dowry. Apart from all that, what use would he have of me as his wife, of all the maidens gathered here?

When the dance ended, far too soon, Thorin escorted me to my mother, pressed his lips to my knuckles as the courtesy dictated, and left the feast, disappearing from my life and taking my heart with him.

And even though I did not see him again until one hundred years later, it was the best day of my life.

I have only one secret. I am in love with Thorin Oakenshield. But he is not aware of it. Even though I pass him every day in the long walkways of Azsâlul'abad, the reclaimed Kingdom Under the Mountain, he does not see what lingers in my eyes. And he never will.  His heart belongs to another.

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Doctor Who: Velvet Pals @thedoctorfifteen

The TARDIS materialized with its characteristic wheezing groan, and as the doors swung open, the 15th Doctor stepped out, exuding his usual boundless energy. The lush greenery and vintage cars indicated a bygone era, and he couldn't help but smile at the familiarity of it all.

As he admired his surroundings, a distinctively dapper figure in a velvet jacket and frilly shirt emerged from a certain vintage yellow roadster, a grin spreading across his face.

15th Doctor: [Smirking] "Well, well! Look at what the 70s dragged in. Hello handsome, always a pleasure to meet one's former self."

3rd Doctor: "Oh, splendid to see you, my dear chap! Quite a snazzy outfit you've got there. Very… what's the word? Hip?"

15th Doctor: "Hip, you say? I'll take that as a compliment. And look at you, rocking the velvet and frills. Very bohemian chic."

3rd Doctor: [Proudly adjusting his jacket] "Bohemian chic? My dear fellow, this is the epitome of Time Lord elegance. Velvets and frills, timeless classics!"

15th Doctor: [Smirking] "Oh, I don't doubt it babes. You do look rather dapper, although.. retro?"

3rd Doctor: "Retro? Why, I'll have you know that this is avant-garde Time Lord fashion, my boy and it seems to me that you've taken my advice."

15th Doctor: [Chuckles] "Girl, I look so much hotter. But you know... I miss all this. Things were so much simpler."

3rd Doctor: "Good."

15th Doctor: "Good?"

3rd Doctor: [Grinning] "Well, can't let the universe get too predictable, can we?"

As they bantered, the two Doctors strolled through the vintage landscape, sharing tales of adventures and swapping witty remarks. Amidst the laughter and camaraderie, the 3rd Doctor couldn't help but feel a deep sense of pride for his future self - a glimpse into the legacy of Time Lords, each incarnation leaving its mark on the web of time.