Hey, guys! I’ve been wanting to redo my commission sheet for a while and since I’m in trouble again financially, I’ve been working hard to get it done ; v ;/
Okay, so! I really need the money, my family and I are struggling here at home and finding a job is still impossible so any help would be appreciated! The prices are not completely set in stone and you’re all free to message me for any info/questions. You can inbox me here on Tumblr or shoot me a private message, or email me at email@example.com. I will be accepting payment through PayPal!
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Did this hyper lewd silly thing for @corpulentbrony who commissioned a Twilight Sparkle from me on the other blog. A massive Twifag who’s pretty cool and despite obviously wanting it refused to ask for this, so he gets it anyway.
“Aries: The fire and blood of a dragon runs through your veins, and it takes only but a spark to light your fuse. Your soul is an inferno, that wanders through the night, wailing like a lonesome wolf. You are a force to be reckoned with, with your tempting, but destructive beauty. You have the ability to scorch even Earth itself, with just one single glance. You, my dear, are built out of gold, one of the most rarest and beautiful things to find in life. Never lose your flame, for you will lose nothing but yourself.”
“Taurus: You have flowers blooming through your soul, even in the most darkest and hidden parts of you. You illuminate a brightness, brighter than the sun, with your silent radiance. People are memorized by the power behind your voice, as the honeyed taste of spilling love falls from your lips. You are nature itself, grounded and tough, but pleasuring and lush, like the trees around you. You are the healer, kissing people’s wounds, with your undying love. For you are hard-headed, but not hard-hearted.”
“Gemini: You are the unusual, the chameleon soul, changing your colors, due to your inner indecisiveness, that is as wide as the ocean. Your eyes are like stained glass windows, holding many colors that represent the wide range of emotions that you hold. You are the soft skin your lover craves to caress, the skin that smells of lilac and sunflowers. Your deception is playful and freeing, for you are a sharp-tongued lover. Darling, you are a safe haven, a home, and anyone who dares to entangle their soul with yours, will be changed forever.”
“Cancer: You are the nurturer at heart, the one that keeps lovers safe in soft silks. Your soul is bathed in moonlight, while your tears ripple in the crystal oceans of your collar bones. The blue-dark belongs solely to you, and your soft hands part the dark, letting the light shine through for everyone to be entranced by you. With beauty as dangerous as a knife, and love like a double-edged blade, You are the moon, the keeper of night.”
“Leo: You are the vibrant goddess of the day, with skin as gold as the sun, bringing hope to the sunrise. Unconditional love brews inside of your photosynthetic heart, with the ability to keep people alive with a burning desire. You are sharp-tongued and made of broken glass and honesty, which is to be admired throughout your life. There are heartbeats in your eyes that shine so brightly, you are to be mistaken for the sun itself. You are so much more than all of your sins and mistakes, and all of the tears that stain your radiant eyes, will soon turn to gems.”
“Virgo: You, my love, are a flower born in the heart of a drought. Your skin is made of lace and silk, for you are fragile thing, to be handled with love and care. But deep in that pure soul of yours, lays ardent thoughts and dangerous beauty. The scars across your heart shall fade like a distant storm, for you are a soul seeker, a searcher, most importantly, a human. You are a gentle nymph, singing lovers into a trance, for you are as lovely and ethical, as a faery song.”
“Libra: For you are a bed of roses, with your crimson petal lips and china doll cheeks. Sometimes you are as bright as the day, Sometimes you are as dark and mysterious as the night, you keep people on their toes, waiting for your next move. You are beauty, in the way that humans so rarely are, warm and starry eyed, for you truly are the child of Venus. You love with the strength of a storm, but with the kindness of a child. Darling. you are the oxygen that everyone needs.”
“Scorpio: Silver raindrops drip from your lips like stars in the sky, with hips like a hurricane and a soul to match. You are the body electric, the midnight dancer, with passion that is to not be confused with arrogance. You are a supernova, the explosive rebirth, with a smile that crafts magic. So many layers and colors you hide, contained in your electric heart. You seep poison into the veins of those who hurt your loved ones, for your undying passion and love knows no bounds.”
“Sagittarius: You laugh and smile in sunbeams, for you are ready to burn through the darkness of the night. Your everlasting light is buried in the softness of love, but the untamed dark lingers through your soul. You, yourself, are a religion, a dreamer, but as dark and deep as the midnight ocean. You are so in touch with the earth all around you, for you have stars in your eyes and moon dust in your hair. You are a warrior, a light, a fire.” “Capricorn: You, my love, are the definition of inner strength. Beyond the hunger of your golden dreams, a softness remains. Your soul is a work of art, so bold and unique, everyone wants a part of you. tease, touch and dark, love is something special, and you treat it like gold. There are sparkles in your doe eyes, and your touch entrances people, with the undying mystery and ferocity in every stroke of your love.”
Aquarius: You are made of nocturnal oracles and burning stars, the brightest stars from all the heavens. Your brilliant mind is as wide and colorful as the aurora borealis, and oh, what I’d do to get lost in it for eternity. Your heart bleeds in water colors, for you are the ocean itself, keeper of the lively tides. The bruises that paint across you skin are like galaxies, for you are fully made of star dust.”
“Pisces: You are the galaxy in the skin of a human, the owner of the sky. Your bruised mouth speaks an intoxicating type of love, for you are a sweetheart, a seductress. Your starving soul is desperate to wrap around another, for you find beauty in the broken. Your mystical and rose colored aurora draws admirers in, for you, yourself are the unknown. Darling, you leave a trail of stars wherever you go, for you a wanderess of the night.”
THE MOMENT OF TRUTH HAS ARRIVED PEOPLE. THE SCENARIO YOU HAVE BEEN BEGGING ME FOR OVER AND OVER, I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED IT. HERE HE IS, IN ALL HIS GLORY. CALL BOY JOHNNY! I hope you all enjoy this one as much as I did writing it!! I’M THIRSTIN’ SO HARD RN
P.S. Yes, I’m the same blog as the original Call Boy Yuta smut. I changed my url from @chokemewithjaehyunschoker to @caliboyjaeffrey ! Hope no one get’s confused lol
You woke up slowly, the sheets and blankets kicked off in your sleep and tangled in your legs. You felt content as you looked over at your alarm clock, the time being in the late afternoon. Sleeping in was your passion, you’d stayed up super late the previous night anyway, not too bothered that half the day was gone. You gazed out the one big window in your bedroom, the one that looked out at the bustling city. Snow had fallen last night, dusting over the streets and cars like powdered sugar on pancakes. It didn’t really feel like your birthday, but it wasn’t so bad to wake up on a day as pretty as this one.
You got up and stretched, sliding on your slippers as you went over to the bathroom to wash your face, splashing it with cold water to wake yourself up. Refreshed, you lazily went to make coffee, turning on your radio to hear a cozy sounding song playing through its speakers. You also heard your phone beep softly back in your bedroom, in no rush to see what is was as you finished making your coffee.
Walking back to your bedroom, you slid open your phone, reading a text from one of your friends; something along the lines of wanting to meet somewhere for your birthday to celebrate. You smiled at their thoughtfulness, replying that you didn’t really mind where or how you partied, allowing them to go wild. Your friend answered back quickly, excitedly texting in all caps that she already had an idea in mind. She’d text you the details later, wishing you a final happy birthday.
You set your phone down, feeling your body give a quick shiver of energy, the coffee beginning to kick in. If they were planning on going out after the sun had gone down, you weren’t going to rush to get ready. Instead you plopped down on your couch with a bag of cheesy popcorn, clicking on the tv and watching the current music show programs contently.
Over time, you received various calls and texts from family and friends, all wishing you a happy birthday and to enjoy yourself today. That I will, you thought with a smile, standing up to refill your bowl of snacks for the second time. Someone might think it sad that this was how you were celebrating your birthday, but in all honestly, you loved having a day all to yourself. Of course, you didn’t mind hanging out with your friends later, in fact you really were looking forward to it.
After a while, you received a text from your friend again, with a time, address, and instructions to dress cutely. You smiled at the smirking emoji, texting back before you wandered back over to your bedroom, making a beeline for your closet. The time had said 8:00, so you thought you might as well get ready now, giving yourself two hours to really put on the ritz. It was your birthday after all, you didn’t have too many chances to really go all out the rest of the year.
You shifted through your clothes, finally being drawn to a cute, slimming black miniskirt; the perfect ploy to slim your food baby from all your snacking you did today. You’d pair the skirt with a red ribbed mock neck long sleeve that ecentuated your chest. You slid on a pair of sheer pantie hose before you put the skirt on, tucking the shirt into the waistband to really make your hips pop. You finished the look off with some simple black ankle boots with just enough heel to make your butt look extra good. Satisfied, you headed over the bathroom to finish getting ready, knowing you would spend at least an hour doing your hair and makeup.
A little over an hour later and your hair was curled and twisted up into a high bun, knowing that you’d probably get hot later. Your makeup was simple, but with a little touch of sparkle around your eyes that made them twinkle merrily. Happy with your appearance, you packed your purse full of the essentials you usually needed. Before you slipped out the door, you slid your chic winter coat on, hoping you wouldn’t freeze in your little skirt on the way to the subway station.
You boarded the train half frozen, passing the fifteen minutes on your phone thanking people who had posted birthday related things on social media. A few people discreetly complimented you on the train, making you flush sheepishly as they applauded your style and makeup.
Once you arrived at your stop, you took the stairs up onto a crowded street known for its nightlife. This certain strip was famous for its clubs among young people, and you’d been here on a few occasions. You weren’t shocked that they had decided on a club to host your party, what did surprise you though was which one they chose.
The exterior was modern and sleek, only the big tinted windows giving an indication of what was happening on the inside. This club was notorious for having the best of just about everything, music, drinks, food, and people. Celebrities frequented this spot, so it was a rather exclusive club, and difficult to get into. You went to walk to the back of the long line just like everyone else, but a large bouncer stopped you, looking you up and down before asking politely, “Excuse me, are you ______?”
Your eyes widened in surprise, “Yes, that’s me.”
He nodded to another bouncer who opened the door, loud electric music spilling out onto the street. The bouncer held out an arm to the door, “This way, please.”
You were still amazed as you walked up the steps and through the black glass doors of the club, staring in awe at the fashionable interior. The bouncer signaled you to follow him, leading you past the lively dance floor, whose tiles lit up in rainbow colors to the beat of the music. You were led up the stairs, almost unable to take your eyes off the people mingling and dancing, the place so alive and busy. Your body itched to shed your coat and join them.
The bouncer stopped at another black glass door, politely knocking on it twice before he opened it, revealing the familiar faces of your girlfriends. They jumped up in excitement, popping those little confetti and streamer poppers as they cheered, “Surprise!”
You were ushered in, the door closing as you grinned at your friends, embracing them warmly as they kissed your cheeks affectionately. They all said their ‘happy birthdays’, gushing over your outfit and makeup as they helped you with your coat and bag.
“Come over here, _______,” your friend who had texted you patted the chic leather couch next to her. “The birthday girl sits in the middle!”
You giggled and sat down, immediately being greeted by a cake with candles in it, “Oh my gosh, you guys.” They cooed and laughed, singing you happy birthday loudly and cheering when blew out the candles. “I don’t deserve you all. Really.”
“Oh, stop that,” one of your friends scolded affectionately, “You always do so much for us, we really wanted to make this birthday extra special for you.” The rest agreed, already pushing presents into your hands.
“Wait, guys,” you laughed, setting them down on the coffee table. “Presents later. I really just want to get down their and dance my ass off.”
Your friends booed jokingly, but they were already heading towards the door, tying back their hair as they prepared for the sweaty mess downstairs. You felt your body vibrate, rushing down the stairs to finally step onto the bright and colorful dance floor. Your friends quickly joined you, forming a circle around you as you danced wildly, dropping down to the floor with the beat, causing them to scream gleefully at your sudden sexiness. You didn’t hold back, allowing your body to move provocatively to the beat as you closed your eyes and soaked in the music.
You and friends danced for what felt like hours, taking the occasional break to indulge in some delicious drinks. Your body buzzed with the alcohol, but you were no lightweight, so your wits were right about you. You couldn’t say the same for your friends though, who stumbled around happily and danced without a care. You laughed at them, holding their hands so they wouldn’t fall over as you danced. Several cute guys had approached you, and you’d indulged in your inner desires as you danced with them. You would grind your ass into their crotch like an expert, ending up at one point sandwiched between two very cute guys. You kissed a few of them, just for shits and giggles, but the moment they whispered for you to leave with them and go ‘somewhere more private’, you would politely decline and slip away from them. Even with alcohol in your system, you were still smart enough to avoid a situation like that.
You and your friends eventually reconvened, wanting to go open your presents and let your feet take a break too. Sitting down, you opened your presents, grateful for the effort they put into them. After opening the last one, you went to thank them, only to be hushed by one of them, “Wait, that wasn’t the last one.” They were all giggling, making your eyes narrow at them in suspicion.
“All the girls and I pitched in for this one,” she smirked, your eyes widening as your feared the worse. The look they had on their faces only spelled trouble, “I’m sure you’ll find it rather…enjoyable.” Right on cue, the door opened, and a boy stepped in. He was far more gorgeous than any of the guys you’d danced with, making them look homely compared to the god that stood before you. Your jaw dropped, still unable to comprehend what they were implying, “I-I don’t understand…”
He answered, voice so deep you felt it in your stomach, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing, sweetheart.” He was dressed casually, but stylishly; a sports team jersey of sorts, sweatpants that left little to the imagination, and Timberlands that clunked with authority on the tiled floor. He wore gold chains too, actually making them look hot for the first time in your life. He had beautiful long brown hair that swooped perfectly, complimenting his warm brown eyes and perfectly pouty lips that naturally had a smirky curl to them.
Sweetheart, you trembled at his words, eyes wide as he walked up to you effortlessly, firmly taking your chin into his hand. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip with a smirk, one of your friends spoke up, holding back giggles, “Meet Johnny, _______. The most expensive and impressive call boy in the city, and he’s here to help you celebrate your birthday.
You were speechless, eyes snapping up to meet his, which were watching and gauging your reaction carefully. He was perfectly calm and collected, while you were completely flabbergasted, still unable to understand what the hell was happening.
“We also booked you a room at a really nice hotel,” one of your friends spoke up, biting her lip in amusement.
If your eyes could get any bigger, they would have popped out of your skull. Your mouth couldn’t move, still transfixed with the way Johnny’s thumb parted your lips and slid into your mouth. You lightly tasted him on your tongue and accidentally let out a quiet whimper, his own lips twitching into a smile at your cute reaction. He’d have a lot of fun with you, you were definitely doing something to him. And he certainly didn’t mind.
“Before your friends leave, baby girl,” Johnny simpered, finally letting his hand drop from your mouth. “I’m going to put on a little bit of a show for them, free of charge.” Your friends laughed and fanned themselves jokingly, but you could tell they were trying not to look as shook as you were.
Johnny took a half step back from you, but he still towered so much that you had to crane your neck. You sat back, trying to relax your nerves but failing miserably as the call boy began to rotate his hips sensually to the muffled music on the other side of the door. If you thought your dancing had been risqué, Johnny made you look like a nun doing the Macarena.
He suddenly slid onto the couch, straddling your hips and grinding into you as he gave you what you finally realized to be a lap dance. He grabbed the back of your head, exposing your neck so he could ghost his lips along your sensitive skin. You let out a whimper, this time not holding back as your hips moved on their own accord against his. Johnny stopped with a smirk against your neck, dragging his soft lips up to your ear where he whispered, “Now, now sweetheart. Let’s save that for later, your friends are still here.” He let his tongue run over the shell of your ear, his voice lower, “Unless you’re perfectly fine with me fucking you in front of your friends?”
You shook your head, remembering that your friends were still in the room. You glanced quickly at them, they were clutching onto one another, eyes glazed over and biting their fingers at the scene before them. Johnny slid off your lap, taking your hand rather politely and snapping your friends from their trance, “Okay, ladies. Show’s over, time for us to leave.”
They all gushed in agreement, some of them whispering excitedly to one another in disbelief, others reassuring you that they would take care of your presents. In a daze you thanked them, barely remembering how your coat ended up on you and your bag on your shoulder, “Bye…thank you for everything.”
With his large hand grasping your smaller one, Johnny led you out of the club, easily weaving between crowds of people who were still dancing the night away. When you got out onto the street, snow was beginning to fall again, but the amount of people had only increased. The tall boy ran a hand through his hair, the action hypnotizing as he wrapped an arm around your waist and entered the stream of people, “This way.”
You didn’t know what to say to him, but the silence was stifling, so you murmured loud enough so that only he could hear you, “You don’t have to do this, you know.”
“I know,” he replied, glancing down at you once before continuing with a small smirk, “But I want to.” He waited a minute before replying with an actual smile, “And they paid me too, so…”
You gave a small smile and blushed, clutching onto your bag for dear life as you two walked down the bustling street, snow falling softly and tickling your face. Your face burned all the way to the hotel, still unable to comprehend that such a gorgeous boy, a call boy at that, had his hand around your waist, and was leading you to some hotel where he would do God knows what to you. If some part of your brain was firing off and saying, “Hey, _____! Isn’t this a bad idea?”, you didn’t hear it. Instead you were listening to the other voice that whispered giddily, “A call boy! Just imagine! Wait! You don’t have to because it’s real!” While you were fighting a war in your mind, you failed to notice that the two of you arrived at the hotel, which was way too luxurious for normal people. Johnny walked in like it was nothing, like he owned it, and upon noticing your reaction he smirked, “Listen, sweetheart. I’ve been to nicer, my clients are quite fond of me and have quite the heavy purse. This is child’s play compared to other places.” He spared you a glance, eyes traveling up your legs and curves, as he murmured, “Who knows, maybe I’ll show you them someday.”
You stared at your shoes in embarrassment, unable to find your usually witty tongue that served you so well. Instead, you walked with him through the sparkling lobby, the marble tiles so shiny you could see your reflection. Johnny didn’t even stop at the front desk, only giving the doorman a curt nod, who returned the gesture. As he pressed the button for the elevator, you gaped at him, “What was that?”
“That, baby girl,” he smiled lazily, a confident look, “is called connections.”
You were pulled into the elevator as soon as the doors opened, Johnny smashing the button that closed the doors before people could step on too. They cried out angrily but he only smirked at them, already backing you against the side of the elevator.
“I was going to be a gentleman and wait until we got to the room,” Johnny murmured, large hands traveling to your waist. “But you look so good just standing there I can’t help but want a quick taste.”
You barely had any time to reply when his lips crashed passionately into yours, hands on your hips rough as they tugged you into his. If kissing was an art form, Johnny had become a master artisan. His soft lips moved sensually against yours, controlling and powerful as you tilted your head back against the wall in defeat, allowing him to completely take over. He had you pinned against the cold metal wall, teeth nipping at your bottom lip for entrance as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You’d never been kissed like that, eyes flying open with a surprised moan before they slid close at the intimate feeling. Your head spun like you’d downed numerous shots, futilely trying to push his large frame off of yours so you could breath. But Johnny was stubborn and dominant, not stopping for a few more seconds before he pulled away, satisfyingly watching you gasp for air like someone who almost drowned.
You noticed your hands had bunched up in his shirt in an iron grip, slowly releasing the fabric as you blushed. You really didn’t know what to say to him, how did you even talk with a call boy? Don’t you just fuck and then go your separate ways?
Apparently not because Johnny couldn’t stop poking at you, all those pet names he threw around, the way he hadn’t stopped touching you since the club. He was beginning to frustrate you, though you couldn’t let him know that, he’d take too much pleasure in knowing he made you squirm.
“How was that, baby girl?,” Johnny murmured as you reached your floor, making no move to get off as you realized he was waiting for an answer.
You were known for being honest at all times, so you couldn’t help the words that slipped out of your mouth, “It was really hot.” Your ears turned pink, seeing a smile on his lips as he took your hand again and led you down a hall of doors.
The walk felt never ending, your body becoming hotter with each step as you stopped at the very last door, a corner suite. From the pocket of his tantalizing grey sweatpants, Johnny pulled out a key card, which he swiped effortlessly. He held the door open for you, ducking under his arm as you took in your new surroundings.
Your friends had apparently spared no expense, regardless of what Johnny said, the place was absolutely gorgeous. Decorated in a rather modern fashion, there was one impressive floor to ceiling window that over looked the city, and one grand king sized bed fitted with lovely grey sheets. You walked over to the bed and stroked the soft threads, unsure of what to do with yourself, but unable to meet Johnny’s eyes.
He stood off to the side, watching you carefully like a predator watches his prey, wondering when he was going to pounce. You weren’t sure what you were feeling, whether you were ready or not, whether this was something you really wanted. Sure, your body was telling you to let Johnny do things to you no one had done before, but your brain was battling and kept you from falling into the call boy’s arms. You sat down on the bed and took your heeled boots off, not as an invitation for him to go on with it, but because you were suddenly so tired and confused.
Johnny could tell you were at war with yourself, you were not the first time he’d dealt with someone who was hesitant. All you needed was a little push, a little reassurance, and he could give you that and much more if you agreed.
“_______,” Johnny called out, surprising you as he used your name while he walked over and sat next to you on the bed. “I know what you’re thinking,” he said, turning to look at you, the natural curve of his mouth calm and pensive, “and I understand. This isn’t the first time someone was unsure, it’s actually really common.”
You stayed silent, mulling over his words. He sighed, probably expecting you to say something, but you didn’t, not knowing how to tell him both sides of your feelings. He was gorgeous and willing, here only to make your wildest fantasies come true, but the truth is, you were terrified. You hadn’t told anyone, not even your friends, and Johnny certainly didn’t know.
You were still a virgin.
You were surprised Johnny couldn’t spot the fact that you were one from a mile away, seeing as he’s probably slept with more people than he could count on his fingers and toes four times over. The famous call boy stood up from the bedding, dusting off his pants, “I understand. I’m not going to force you into anything you would regret.” He was already making his way to the door, grabbing his coat as he reached for the door handle, “You don’t have to worry, I’ll give the money back to your friends. It’s not a big deal.”
You forced yourself to look up, seeing him turn the handle with the actual intent of leaving sent your nerves into overdrive. You stood up suddenly, taking a few steps toward him, “Johnny, wait!”
He turned expectantly, looking fazed for only a moment before he returned to his calm state, “What?”
You gulped, closing the distance between the two of you and overlapping your hand with the the one that rested on the door handle, “Stay…please.”
He let go immediately, dropping his coat and backing you up slowly in tottering steps until the back of your legs hit the bed. You sat back down on the edge, allowing him to tower of you and cage your body with his as he pushed you into the mattress. His voice was low, already laden with a lust that sent a shiver down your back, “You sure?”
“Y-yes,” you quivered, hands lacing behind his neck as you pressed your thighs together, “I want you.”
“Positive?,” he teased with a smile, playful and confident again as he let one of his hands barely slide up your miniskirt.
“Yes! Fuck me!,” you cried out, exasperated and wiggling underneath that stare of his that practically undressed you.
“Alright, princess,” Johnny smirked, lips barely touching yours, “You didn’t even say please, that wasn’t very nice of you.” His hand crept up into your skirt, finding that you were only wearing pantie hose without underwear, and that greatly excited him.
He inched his fingers up your inner thigh, your legs parting on their own as you tilted your head back at the strange new feeling, “Ah…!”
He bunched up your skirt around your hips, his short finger nails digging into the hose and ripping a hole big enough to give him access to your womanhood. Cool air hit your lower lips, eyes screwing shut in pleasure as Johnny let one of his fingers dip lightly into your wet folds. He down at you underneath him, smirking, “Now listen hear.”
“I could take you real slow, sweetheart,” he traced a finger up your slit, letting it press lightly enough on your clit to make you gasp. “Or I could fuck your brains out.”
You could only moan, feeling him increase the pressure on your clit as he circled it with his finger, “Either way, baby girl, you’re going to end up bent over and spread wide for me.”
He bent down so his lips brushed the shell of your ear, retracting his hand from your core and unzipping your skirt slowly, “I’m going to make you come around my cock at least two times tonight, sweetheart. How does that sound?”
You swallowed thickly, tears of pleasure already pricking at your eyes just from his words, “So good.” You’d never felt so aroused in all your life, your body experiencing sensations and feelings you’ve never felt before. It was all so new and beautiful, you’re sure your body wouldn’t be able to last the night.
Johnny sat up and took his shirt off, giving you a good long look of his toned tan chest, his gold chains bouncing lightly as he walked around the bed until he laid himself down at the head. He made himself comfortable as you sat at the foot of the bed confused, “What’re you-”
“I want you to dance for me, baby girl,” Johnny murmured, his hand languidly resting over the bulge in his sweatpants. “I saw you in the club, dancing like the little slut you are, such a naughty girl. Stand up.”
You listened obediently, already sliding your skirt and panties hoes down your legs as your body moved to some silent music. You recalled a song you’d really liked from earlier on the dance floor, a hypnotic beat that had the risqué sound of a bed rhythmically creaking. You danced to that beat, tongue coming out to trace your bottom lip as you stared at Johnny, whose hand moved lightly over his sweatpants.
He watched you with intense eyes, lips parting slightly as he watched your every movement, “You know you made so many guys hard, sweetheart. And you turned them all down too, isn’t that right?” His voice dropped an octave, his abs flexing as he rubbed his dick harder, “They all would have gladly waited in line to fuck you right there too.”
Not missing a single movement of his hand, you slipped your shirt over your head, dropping down to the floor like you had in the club. Johnny sat up a little straighter to watch you knot your hips on the floor, his dick twitching at the sight of your bare body.
As you stood back up, your reached behind and unclasped your bra, feeling bold enough to throw it at Johnny’s feet. He let out a small groan, watching as your crawled on all fours towards him on the bed. You felt like someone completely different than earlier, driven only by your need to be with Johnny and feel his touch.
You let your hands press against his chest, straddling him like he had done to you in the club and grinding down in his clothes erection. Johnny must of had a ton of self control because he only breathed through his nostrils heavily and squeezed your hips with his hands, guiding you as you rode him. You let out lewd sounds you didn’t know you were capable of making, unable to bare the pleasure you were feeling, how hot Johnny’s skin was against your palms. You couldn’t resist the temptation any longer, your fingers leaving his chest and choosing to weave through his long brown hair.
You tugged on the roots as he began to grind back up into you, making you moan, “Johnny…”
He grunted in approval, stilling your for just a moment so he could pull his sweatpants down. You had left a large wet spot over the front, all from your dripping core as you rode him. You balked, realizing what his intention was as he slipped his impressive dick out of his briefs, “What’s wrong sweetheart? You suddenly scared?”
You gulped, raising yourself up on trembling thighs so he could position himself at your entrance. Your fingers dug into the skin of his broad shoulders, heart beat picking up as you prepared yourself for him, “N-no.”
He didn’t even reply, instead he decided enough was enough and slammed himself into you harshly. You cried out, tears slipping down your cheeks as his eyes suddenly widened in shock, “Shit. _______, why didn’t you tell me this was your first time?”
You buried your head into his shoulder, sniffling from the pain as his arms wrapped comfortingly around your frame, “I-I didn’t want you to make fun of me.”
Johnny sighed, showering your skin with kisses and rubbing soothing circles around your back, “Sweetheart, no….”
You gave a shaky breath, beginning to get used to the unfamiliar stretch of your core, the strange feeling giving you a sense of completion. The call boy cupped your face, eyes surprisingly earnest, “I’ll make it up to you, baby girl, I promise, okay?”
You nodded, resting your head against the crook of his neck. You felt so small in his arms, but safe, so you whispered tentatively, “Okay. You can move….”
His hips moved gently at first, rocking in and out of you smoothly as you got used to the feeling, which began to build into one of pleasure. You hesitantly moved your hips, clumsily finding the same rhythm as him. He noticed you reciprocating his movement, picking up his speed slightly and pressing a kiss to your neck, “Feel good?”
You could only moan softly, voice wavering as he bounced you on his dick getting increasingly rougher as he realized you were beginning to like it that way. His hips rutted harshly into yours, now unable to hold back as you grew accustomed to his size, biting down into the skin of his shoulder when he grabbed your ass, “Johnny!…”
“Such a good girl,” he groaned, head lolling back against the headboard as he lost himself in the feeling. “Your tight little pussy feels so good.”
Your breathing increased, feeling close to your high as Johnny spanked your ass roughly, most likely leaving a perfectly red handprint. Soon as his hand made contact with your ass again, you were gone, arching your back in a silent scream as your first orgasm of the night rolled over you.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Johnny smirked, obviously not close at all to his own high as he helped you ride out your high. “Come all over this dick.”
Once you’d settled down, Johnny suddenly slipped out of you, taking your wrist and dragging you over to the large window. He pressed your naked body front first against the glass, legs still trembling from your release as you watched the unsuspecting people walk by on the street. He kicked your legs wider, running a hand down your back as he guided his member to your dripping heat. Before he pushed into you, Johnny leaned over, resting his chin on your shoulder and licking the skin there, “I’m going to fuck you up against this window for all these people. They’re going to see you spread all pretty for me, baby girl, pressed against the glass like the slut you are.”
You moaned loudly, feeling him push into your still flexing walls, a tighter fit than even the first time he entered you. He gave you no time to adjust, fucking you so hard against the window that the glass vibrated dagerously. You felt your heart increase as you were forced to look down at the people walking down on the ground. Someone could look up any minute and see your breasts pressed against the glass and you already felt a blush reaching your cheeks at the thought. For some reason, it excited you being in such a dangerous position.
Johnny worked your body like a pro, his much taller height practically lifting you from the ground as you stood on your tip toes. He was hitting a spot inside of you that you didn’t realize was there, and each time he did, your body felt an electric shock. It was intoxicating the way he breath fanned across your back, his small grunts so sensual in your ear that you felt them travel to your core. He let out a groan, “I’m close, baby girl. I’m going to come all over you.”
Pressing your cheek against the glass, you reached a hand down to rub yourself to completion. You saw stars as you touched your clit, not realizing such a small bundle of nerves could feel so incredible at just the slightest brush. Johnny saw you touching yourself, pushing your hand aside and replacing it with his own as he panted, “Let me help you out, sweetheart.”
You slapped the glass with a hand covered in your essence as he pummeled into you, his thrusts becoming choppier as he approached his high. He suddenly pulled out with a loud groan, “Fuck…”
You felt strands of his hot cum land on your back, turning your head to watch him pump his cock to milk it of all his release. Which was apparently a lot, leaving your back completely covered and messy. You shivered at the feeling, still close to your release as you cupped his jaw and kissed his passionately. Pulling away from his lips, you murmured against his lips, “Your cum feels so warm on my skin, Johnny.” He moaned and returned your kiss, sloppily letting his tongue stroke yours, remembering that you hadn’t come yet.
Johnny fell to his knees, gold chains clinking lightly as he pushed you against the glass again, this time with your cum covered back smearing it. He spread your legs, a smirk on his face, “Don’t think I forgot about you sweetheart.”
You didn’t understand what he meant until he leaned in and licked a stripe up your lower lips, your thighs trembling at the feeling. He mouthed your soaking heat, your fingers gripping at his hair as he made some of the lewdest noises with his mouth. He focused mainly on you clit, his teeth coming out to tug on it lightly as he brought his fingers to your entrance. He slipped two of his long fingers in, pumping them in and out at a nice steady pace as you moaned at the feeling. He hummed, sending gorgeous vibrations onto your clit and making you brain blank as you suddenly came. You arched into his mouth, trembling with your release as he pulled his mouth away and finger fucked you to completion, “That’s right sweetheart, let me have it.”
When you came down, he pulled his fingers out and placed them in his mouth, looking up at you through his lashes as he sucked them clean. He placed kisses on your stomach, peeling you away from the mess you’d made on the glass with his come and laying you on your stomach on the bed. You sighed contently, watching as Johnny tucked himself into his sweatpants again and walked into the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth that steamed with warm water, coming over to clean your back of his release.
“It’s been a while since someone made me come this much,” he casually observed, wiping you back and pressing kisses to it when he was done. “Usually I would leave right after I fucked someone but…”
You felt something akin to hope bubble in your chest, for an unknown reason, and was happy. You tried to appear calm as you turned on your side, “But…what?”
Johnny looked at you with a smile, a real one, laying down next to you so that you were face to face, “But, you’re rather interesting.” He brushed your hair behind your ear, “And cute. And beautiful.”
You blushed, biting your lip to hide your pleased smile, “Oh.”
He watched you amusedly, “Usually I have a personal rule where I don’t date my clients, but you’re a special case I think.”
“What’re you trying to say?,” you smiled, feeling brave enough to brush the hair from his eyes.
“What I’m trying to say is,” he started, pushing you down into the bed and caging you in with his arms. “I wouldn’t mind taking you out to get coffee sometime soon. So I can get to know the pretty personality behind the pretty face.”
You laughed lightly, allowing him to press kisses to your neck, “I wouldn’t mind that at all either.”
Johnny looked up at you happily, “Then it’s a date. Now,” he let his hands wander to places he had yet to explore, making you gasp, “we have this room for the rest of the night. Why don’t we put it to good use?”
For @blogtealdeal, who loves Nessian wing sin and who has blessed this fandom with Moriel fanart I never
thought we would get to see. You are an absolute *blessing* Nicole.
Thank you for all of the amazing work that you do. I wish there was more
I could do to say thanks because that Moriel fanart killed my heart and brought it back to life again. <3
comes from the Adele song. It doesn’t totally fit lyrically for this
fic, but it’s all I listened to while I wrote it and I don’t really do
music while writing, so… yeah.
discovers in a fit of rage that Feyre isn’t the only one who can summon
Illyrian wings at will. After a particularly long day of flying leaves
her body aching, Cassian is there to sooth the pain in ways Nesta has never experienced before. Featuring Illyrian!Nesta and much wing sin. NSFW.
The first time Nesta discovers she has wings - she’s screaming at Cassian.
just a faint whine of annoyance. Not a simple shout over some shallow
disagreement. Not torn up words spat inches from his face.
But top of her lungs, blue in the face, going to kick his ass into the new year screaming.
argument was stupid, as usual. And when it’s over, she can’t even quite
remember what horrible thing it was about. The war had ended. Cassian
had fought what little he could. Nesta had left to do her part. Maybe
there were bitter words exchanged over still bleeding wounds. Maybe not.
Nesta knows is that one moment she is so absolutely enraged at the jab
Cassian let slip (that she knows he did not truly mean) and the next,
her back feels the way her lungs do drowning at the bottom of the ocean,
swimming up, up, up in a desperate search for air until finally that
bubble of water bursts, and the muscles of her back split open in agonizing pain and -
She has wings.
glorious membranous wings that stretch wide around her and seem to
absorb all that wasted energy she spent and threaten Cassian for her.
- whose jaw had promptly hit the floor at the sight of those wings as
they unfurled and cast red and gold shadows about the ground in the
Nesta had stood back smugly that day at the way Cassian
stared at her. She didn’t even fight him or pretend to stay angry when
he stepped close, slid his hands around her waist and up along her back
to the base of the wings as if to touch them, and she saw the sparkling
in his eyes like diamonds as he whispered, awestruck, in her ear, “Nesta.”
That had set her grinning ear to ear.
takes weeks for Nesta to figure out how to summon the wings at will.
Whatever magic the Cauldron gave her over them, it’s not easy to figure
out. And once she has mastered bringing the wings out at will, they’re
weak and untrained. The muscles are loose and imbalanced, unable to
support the size of her wingspan and Cauldron is her wingspan massive.
(Cassian eyes it for weeks trying not to compare.)
first, Cassian insists she refrain from flying. She has to do
stretching exercises to build up her strength, but Nesta grows restless
rather quickly. Another shouting match between them - You may literally die if you attempt to jump off that cliff Nesta Archeron - has her threatening to have Feyre train her, or Mother help him, Rhys. And so finally, Cassian relents.
And then… Nesta is flying. Soaring high into the sky over Velaris.
She can only handle a few minutes at a time, but fuck
if it doesn’t feel glorious. The world is stretched out below her and
she feels like she could control it all from where she swoops and
bellows above it. Every time she lands, every time the muscles scream
with pain and tiredness, she hates it and forces Cass to help her keep
training, keep going because damn it - she is going to master this.
only takes one time - that first time in the air and Nesta doesn’t know
how she can live again if the Cauldron hadn’t given her this gift.
Maybe this was the Cauldron’s way of making up for the other awful
things it did to her. She doesn’t quite mind.
stretch into longer episodes. An hour. Then a few. Until she can fly
just as long as Cassian. He wouldn’t be surprised if she could go longer
But it’s a struggle getting there. Her wings are so
large and her body has become one hell of a beast to support up in the
air. And all Nesta wants to do for months on end is fly. So naturally,
Cassian finds himself on the receiving end of many an endless, salty
landing with Nesta.
“Again,” she snaps at him.
“Nesta,” and it’s a warning.
Nesta swivels on her feet and those wings flex behind her, Nesta’s own brand of warning. “I said, again.”
crosses his arms with a wide berth at his legs and tosses one of those
taunting little smiles she both loathes and adores. “You didn’t say please.”
Nesta doesn’t back down. Not by a long shot. She doesn’t even stand
still. She takes two great strides bridging the distance between them
and leans right up into his face as far as she can on the tips of her
toes, her leathers groaning around her body as she reaches. “You didn’t
earn it, sweetheart,” she snarls. “I want to go again.”
knows she’ll kill him if he lets out the chuckle he has locked inside
his chest. So instead, he gently grips her shoulders and leans down
until their foreheads are almost touching.
And thank the Mother she doesn’t pull away from that touch.
he says. “You just flew for an hour straight. That’s farther than
you’ve ever come before and Cauldron, I’m proud. But you need to rest.
I’m not joking when I say you could kill yourself if you go too far.”
His hands slide slowly, sweetly from her shoulders to her neck until he
cups her face, but Nesta feels so tight - so tense in that hold. His
little spitfire in all that raging spirit always. It makes him feel
light as air. “I’d really prefer it if you didn’t die, hmm?”
eyes soften for just a moment, her shoulders slumping. She dances up on
the tips of her toes again and Cassian thinks she might lean into him
finally, maybe even kiss him the way she sometimes does after she’s been
flying for the day and the wind has left her breathless and she takes
Cassian home to discover entirely new ways of feeling the rush flying
creates in them both…
But just when her lips graze his own, Nesta teases out, “I said again, Commander,” and Cassian curses, “So we go again.” And Nesta can tell by how close they’re standing that Cassian’s other Illyrian skills are kicking into overdrive.
takes a great breath, adjusting his stance and likely certain other
parts beneath his pants, but releases his hold on her. “Alright, Ness.
We go again.”
They do. And with the wind in her hair and the sun on her skin, it is heaven.
Cassian insists they limit themselves to ten more minutes only.
Prompt: Can I request a Jughead x plus size reader where the reader has a really loud a unique laugh and even though she can be quite sarcastic like Jughead she can also be his exact and she basically is the only person that can make him smile and laugh a lot ? Maybe throw in him letting her wear his beanie and just a really cute relationship ? Thank you so much.
A/N: Here’s a happier one! I actually felt a lot better after writing this and laughed a lot during this. I hope you like it. Requests are welcome!
Jughead Jones III was not exactly a sad person but it took a lot to make him smile or even laugh. The closest thing most got was a small chuckle or his famous half smirk. Some even believed he wasn’t capable of such joy.
The truth was he simply lost that joy when Jellybean and his mother left. Leaving him with his father who was almost always drunk.
It all changed when Riverdale High got it’s newest student.
You groan when you glance at your schedule. You had opted out when they offered to have a student show you around and now you were kind of regretting it. You figured that it would at least be built like your last school but no. Riverdale High looked as if it hasn’t gotten a makeover since it was built.
“I’m guessing you’re lost?” You turn to see a very well dressed guy grinning at you.
“And I’m guessing you’re gay?” Mentally cringing at how harsh that sounds, you went to apologize only to have the boy laugh.
“I like you! I’m Kevin Keller, Riverdale’s only out gay.” He chuckles as you roll your eyes.
“Names (Y/n). Riverdale’s New Student. Who clearly should have taken the tour.” You sigh at the paper in your hand.
“I gotcha girl.” the boy, Kevin, links his arm with yours and snatches the paper out of your hand. “Good, you have next class with me.” and with that, he drags you down the hall.
[I was asked to write “saying I love you for the first time” with nurseydex so here it is! I hope you like it.”]
Nursey knocks on Dex’s door before hearing him say “it’s open” and going in. Dex is on the bed lying on his stomach and working on his computer. The light on the nightstand lamp outlines his profile and the light from the computer shines in his face. It has been almost four months since they started dating and the sight of his boyfriend still takes his breath away. The crease between his eyebrows as he concentrates, mused hair from running his fingers through it, jeans that perfectly show the nice curve of his ass and right now he was wearing one of Nursey’s sweaters that looked so much better on him that it ever has on Nursey.
“Give me a second.” Dex smiles his way for a minute before looking back at his computer, his cheeks hold a faint blush and Nursey knew Dex had noticed him staring.
He puts the pizza he got on the desk, takes off his shoes and shrugs off his jacket before throwing himself over his boyfriend with a sigh of content and pressing his cheek to his back. The sweater is warm and smells like Dex which is a mix of coffee, his shampoo and something else almost minty. Nursey presses a kiss between his shoulder blades and closes his eyes at the feeling of Dex relaxing under him.
A couple of minutes later Dex stops typing, closes his laptop and moves to sit up to leave it on the nightstand. Nursey sits up too and smiles when Dex is suddenly straddling his hips and puts one hand on each of Nursey’s cheeks.
“Hey.” Nursey whispers pressing his forehead against Dex’s.
Dex’s lips are on his in a second, his hands moving from his cheeks to the back of his neck and hair pulling him closer. Nursey wraps his arms around his waist as their lips move softly against each other. His hands slip under Dex’s sweater going over paths and muscles he knows all too well drive Dex and himself crazy. His boyfriend hums into the kiss and bites his bottom lip deepening the kiss while his hands find Nursey’s cheeks again. Nursey remembers how Dex had been shy at first, hesitant even, when it came to kissing and touching but once he was comfortable with it and initiated physical contact, Nursey knew it would be the death of him. Just like in that moment, his wandering hands and lips were making him lose his mind.
They breathe against each other’s lips when they pull away, smiles brushing each other.
“This may come as a shock for you, but I missed you.” Dex pulls back a little to look into Nursey’s eyes as he spoke.
Nursey smirks, “Not shocked at all babe.”
“Really.” Nursey brings a hand up to Dex’s hair, a smug smile on his lips, “I know you always miss me.”
Dex laughs before he gazes back into Nursey’s eyes again with a smile and leaves him breathless once again. His smile soft, red thoroughly-kissed lips, flushed cheeks making freckles disappear and a look in his eyes Nursey knows it only his.
He is suddenly unable to look away from the most beautiful man the stars have ever shone on, the one with the misunderstood angry eyes that aren’t really angry if you take your time to know them. Angry eyes that close softly when he’s kissed, that are half lidded when he’s touched, eyes that shine when he laughs, that squint when he’s confused and that tear up when the world feels like too much. There’s so much of him that he loves, he doesn’t know where to start. All Nursey knows is that he loves him and he wants to love everything about him, he wants to love his mind, his eyes, his laugh, their fights, god his body and each detail that makes his Dex, Dex. He knows his eyes are probably screaming I’m so fucking in love with you right now but he wants to tell him, he needs to tell him or he’ll combust.
“You’re right.” Dex whispers as he nuzzles his nose on Nursey’s cheek to bring him back to the present and mostly because he flushed so bad under Nursey’s loving gaze. “I always miss you.”
Nursey’s heart misses a beat at the tenderness of the caress and the kiss that follows and he knows he’s gonna tell him.
“I love you.” Its barely a whisper close to Dex’s ear and they’re so close that he feels Dex’s breath catch on his throat. Dex is silent for a few minutes and Nursey’s brain starts to panic.
“I also brought pizza so you know if you want we can forget I said what I just said and eat that? Or maybe I should tell you that I really do love you and I fell in love with you even before I knew I had and I’m crazy about you or I probably just made things worse? Let’s just-”
Dex chuckles and gives him a soft kiss to stop him from rambling on, “Shut up and let me say it back.”
Nursey realizes that it isn’t panic or awkwardness that leave you speechless when you hear those three words, it’s actually the sudden realization of what those words mean and it’s the feeling of warmth that spreads through your body at the same time a smile widens on your face. So when Dex whispers the three words just as softly as he had, all he can do is press Dex’s back on the mattress and kiss him senseless not helping the smile that plays on his lips all the way through.
“I love you, I looove you.” Nursey smirks pulling away and looking down at Dex.
“You already said that.” Dex smiles up at him adding an eye roll to dismiss his red cheeks.
“I know that.” They both sigh when Nursey nuzzles his nose with Dex’s, placing a kiss on his cheek and another between his brows. He can’t help himself. “I’m going to keep saying it you know, I’m never gonna stop telling you.”
Dex leans into the touch, eyes sparkling as he smiles so happy, so in love. “I know.” He brings Nursey close for another kiss. “So, about that pizza.”
“…Jessie,” Hanzo’s voice was steady and patient but clearly concerned, “What are those?”
“Babies, duh,” The wolf answered unhelpfully, eyes full of affection for the two mewling kits.
Hanzo sighed out heavily, patience running thin. “I can see that. Why are they here in our den?” He’d come inside at Jessie’s insistent prodding to find their warm bedding thrown to the side and hastily put down where the twins now resided.
Jessie put his ears down, guilt on his face. “Well, you know the other day? How you were complainin’ there weren’t no little ones ‘round?”
“No,” he lied, slowly realizing what exactly Jessie was getting at.
“Well, you did and you’ve seemed so down lately, you know with your brother stuff an'all so… I talked to a few folks and uh… well… long story short these are a mix between a snow leopard an a wolf.” He bared his teeth in a small grimace.
Hanzo decided he didn’t want to know how that came about. Instead he fixated his eyes on the more slow leopardish one that had bumped into his paw. He pushed it gently back against the other one. “We can’t keep them, Jessie. We have work to do. You should take them back before,” he paused as he was bumped again.
“Sakura likes ya!” Jessie wagged his tail and bent down to lick her head lightly.
Hanzo folded his ears back, “What did you name her?”
“Sakura, like those trees ya like so much.” He puffed up his fur, pleased with himself. It was so damned endearing.
Hanzo was resolutely not blushing. He sighed again, this time with a touch of defeat. He wasn’t ever going to be able to turn them away. “And the boy?” He asked allowing them both to curl against his warm fur.
Jessie’s eyes sparkled a touch with mischief. “Dunno yet. You pick that one.”
The snow leopard studied the twins, which clearly took after the leopard side. Hm… “How about Damon?”
The wolf sank down beside him and licked between his ears. “Perfect, love. Jus perfect.”
Hi, could I ask how the TFP cons would be like raising a sparkling?
Megatron leaves the Sparkling mostly in Soundwave’s care until they’re old enough to start learning how to rule. He is excited to have an heir and every morning he carries the sparkling out to look over the vast army and planet that will soon be theirs.
Soundwave is great a taking care of sparklings because he can multi-task. He plays music and rocks the baby in his arms while he types away at his computer. When he has to go on missions he gives a long list of instructions to Knock Out and leaves Laserbeak to supervise.
Starscream doesn’t let anyone else touch the sparkling- until they start crying. Then he hands them over to a vehicon. When they’re in a good mood, though, he constantly talks to the sparkling as he carries them on his hip. This baby is his pride and joy and will one day continue his legacy.
Shockwave is not a good parent. Sure, he feeds, cleans, and keeps the baby healthy, but he’s lacking in the compassion department. The sparkling gets little attention until Breakdown and some vehicons offer to play with them while Shockwave works.
Knock Out is busy and ends up raising the sparkling with Breakdown. They are very good dads. Breakdown loves sparklings and plays with the smol whenever he has the time. Knock Out gives them check-ups and rocks them to sleep at night. They make a point to have meals together and take turns tutoring the baby. They are a lovely family.
Date a girl with lightning in her eyes. Who has breakers crackle above her head when she walks by. Who lights the sky when she smiles, who darkens the world when she cries. Her laughter is alight and sparkles, her scowls glow with power. Her touches are brief but electrifying.
#the chronicles of the wandering hand continue #i’m tuning it into a saga #and i’m not even ashamed #cause look at that boy #look at that hand #he is playing with her knee while she rambles about polly #his fingers are literally drumming against her knee #it’s a faint touch #but it’s electric #and low-key causing sparkles #to both of them #i repeat #look at that boy #he has the same face expression #as the one he was sporting when he climbed up her window #that very first time #on episode 6 #you know what face expression #the slightly out of place one #the slightly absentminded #on episode 6 he was planning to kiss her #on episode 9 he was planning to make out with her #that right here is jughead’s face when he has #a plan #you know it #don’t lie to yourself #he is attentive to the conversation #he does listen #and he can offer some input #but the input is always laconic #his voice a tad disorientated #a tad husky #a tad not jughead-aloof-jones #because he is thinking about his next move #because he wants to go with his gut #because he is bucking up the courage #to actually go with his gut #it happened in the first kissing scene #and now it happened in the first #almost make out scene #he can’t hide it #jughead jones’ pocker face doesn’t work in front of betty cooper #it also doesn’t help that betty makes him nervous #and terribly turned on #but both times he ends the conversation abruptly #both times he is effectively shushing her #both times he is the one initiating #the physical touch #and he goes for it again #and she loves it again #and so the saga continues #of betty cooper turning boys into men 2k17
"Wanna go out sometime?" LadyNoir (preferably in the middle of a battle but its not necessary)
“That’s it, I am calling it,” Ladybug growled as she and her partner cowered behind the stone column as another volley of balls whipped towards them, “baseball is the stupidest sport in the history of the world!”
“Oh come on now my Lady,” chat grinned, “no need to pitch a fit about it.”
She glared at him. “Is this really the time chaton?”
“Sure, we seem safe back here.”
Ladybug rolled her eyes before darting out and diving behind the next pillar while her foe refilled his horrifying auto pitching machine. Chat managed to fling himself behind an adjacent column just as the next volley began launching out at them.
“Come out and fight me!” the akuma bellowed. “Where is your sense of sportsmanship?”
“No need to be in such a foul mood,” Chat called out, “but you can’t really blame us if we don’t find you all that striking.”
Ladybug couldn’t help but smile as the akuma roared in annoyance, fixing his attention on Chat and allowing her to take another running dive towards the akuma. Her partner was laughing and smiling behind his own hiding place, occasionally popping out to wack some of the speeding balls back at the akuma with his baton which only further infuriated their foe. He really was a fantastic partner.
“Come and face me you mangy cat,” he shrieked waving his bat above his head.
Ladybug made another running pass, finally circling out of the range of his weapon and creeping up towards the akuma from behind and waiting for her moment to strike. Hopefully Chat could buy her just a little more time.
“You’re way off base if you think I will fall for that sort of baiting.” Chat laughed. “Hey My Lady, as long as I’m thinking about it, want to go OUT sometime?” He called, causing the akuma to turn back towards where she had previously been hiding.
Ladybug seized the opportunity, she summoned her lucky charm- a skateboard. She flung her yo-yo out, wrapping it around the enchanted bat and kicked the board forward so it went crashing into the akuma’s legs. He stumbled, losing his grip on the bat and allowing Ladybug to easily pull it from him, breaking the cursed item and purifying the akuma.
“Good game kitty,” she smiled as he came over to exchange their obligatory fist bump, “although asking me out there might have been a stretch.”
Chat eyes gleamed happily at her teasing. “But My Lady, after I so gallantly went to bat for you I would have thought you would love a nice walk.”
She laughed tossing the skateboard into the air and watching the cloud of ladybugs soar off to repair the damage done to the city.
“Sorry chaton, I’m more into fencers myself,” she said, flicking his bell playfully.
Chat gave her a choked laugh his eye sparkling with mischief. “Touche My Lady, touche.”
child au boys reaction when their new "mom" pats their head and praises them for the first time?
Admin Mawile: (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡ Awwww~
-For all the hours he’s spent endlessly working and studying, the amount of praise he’s received for those efforts is very low. He doesn’t understand why you want to praise him when he hasn’t done anything to deserve it, but the attention is so nice he’s not going to bring that up.
-His eyes get very, very wide, and his hands clench so tightly on the book he’s holding that the pages crumple and tear. He brushes off the praise with a callous remark, but you can see how his hands are shaking, and how he can’t quite focus on the words in front of him.
-He’s so shocked he actually freezes up for a moment. Some empty boast about what he’d accomplished dying in his throat from the surprise. Once he recovers, all you’ve done is encourage him, and now he’ll be convinced that whatever he did is the way to get your affection.
-Any affection is likely to end in him glued to your waist, practically pleading for more, and praise is just as effective. He’s so starved for attention that even the most off-handed compliment feels like the greatest honor in the world, and you won’t be leaving without him in your arms.
-He’s a little more used to attention, but the genuine praise still affects him more than he’d like to let on. It’s not smart to let adults know how he really feels, but he can’t help the tiny, natural smile forcing its way onto his lips, nor the look of real joy that escapes for a moment.
-You can’t really mean it. You have to just be pretending to get something from him. He never does anything that good, not good enough to deserve this. He’s shaking a bit, and won’t look you in the eye, delighted, but sick with the worry that there’s going to be some cost.
-The memory of his parents doing the same thing hits him sudden and hard, and he’s sinking to his knees and sobbing before he can think. The memories feel fresher than they have in ages, raw and aching with the reminder of what he’s lost, only helped by the kindness he has now.
-When your hand first reaches out to him, he flinches, jerking back like he fully expects you to hit him. Some coaxing later, he lets you pat his head, still shivering a bit and acting like he wants to lean up into your hand but can’t quite find the courage to do it.
-It sort of feels like someone has done this before, but the memory won’t quite match up… The attention is still nice, though, and he can’t help but squirm and flush under the praise. He’s noticeably happier for a while, still floating on the joy of his most important person being pleased.
-He instantly leans up into the touch, eyes wide and almost sparkling. Any time you pay the slightest bit of attention to him is wonderful, and the praise makes him feel almost dizzy, light-headed with joy and slowly pressing up against your chest so you can’t let go.
-Outwardly, you hardly see a reaction beyond a very slight widening of his eyes. Inside, he falling apart a little over what may very well be the first genuine praise he’s received. His father wasn’t one for giving compliments, and actual affection is a sadly new concept.
-Of course you’re praising him. The arrogant line he gives sounds a little shakier than it should, though, and you catch him eyeing your hands like he hopes you’ll do it again. He’d never admit to being so needy and pathetic, but he can’t help but hope for more praise.
You opened the door to your dorm and placed your textbooks into your trunk, before standing up and heading to sit down on your bed. It had been a long day, your morning classes feeling as though they had taken years - it wasn’t even lunch time yet.
As you went to sit down, you noticed a small piece of folded parchment laid carefully in the centre of your duvet, labelled with your name on, which you tilted your head at and frowned on confusion, picking it up.
You unfolded the note, then turned it the correct way so you could read it properly.
Meet me in the Astronomy Tower tonight at 9.
You couldn’t help the way your cheeks reddened, or how your heart beat faster. A small smile played at your lips, and butterflies erupted in your stomach.
What was this? Why were you suddenly feeling… excited to have Draco send you a simple message?
The last week or so had been pleasant - no arguments, no insults, nothing of the sort. You hadn’t yet tried the transition from friends (that kiss) to lovers - after all, it was strange to say or even comprehend that you and Draco Malfoy were now friends.
Because that’s all it was. You and Draco are friends. Friends that occasionally kiss, but friends nonetheless. And though you felt somewhat bitter about only being friends, it was agreed to take things slow, and not rush into anything too quickly.
The question racing through your mind was
Is this a date?
Maybe Draco felt the same way you did.
To say you were nervous about it was an understatement, even if you knew you still had two more classes and two meals to go beforehand.
You folded the note back up and placed it into your trunk, under your textbooks, hiding it from unwanted eyes.
Trying to hide a grin, you headed up from the dungeons and towards the Great Hall. The room was filled with students, all separated by their houses. You found the Slytherin table to the far edge of the room, and took your place next to Y/f/n, who greeted you happily.
As you smiled back, you couldn’t help but feel at least slightly guilty that you hadn’t told her about the arrangement, or anything of the sort, however you didn’t want more people than necessary to know.
As the food appeared, you took all the food you wanted, expecting to be able to finish it all. In reality, all you could focus on was the note, and Draco, who was gazing directly at you.
You didn’t look up, for fear you would blush, and hoped that he’d perhaps turn away soon.
After minutes of toying with your food, you couldn’t bear it anymore, and finally looked into his ice blue eyes, quirking an eyebrow at the smirk that played at his lips.
Without giving him any sign that you had received his note, you simply turned to join in with a conversation happening to your right, facing away from him.
You could still feel him staring, and for some reason, this actually made you want to smile.
You climbed up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower, your shoes hitting the brown wood with every step, and the sounds slightly echoing around you.
It had taken you a good 25 minutes just to get from your dorm to the tower, as Professor Snape insisted on patrolling around the corridors more than once, not to mention you had to avoid Filch and Mrs Norris like the plague.
As you entered the tower’s main room, you glanced around, feeling a sense of shock or, more accurately, surprise.
The room was nothing like you were used to in your Astronomy lessons - all school supplies had been moved to the outskirts of the room, and instead, there was a blanket laid out over the floor, with rose petals dancing across it. Beside that stood Draco, in an all-black suit, looking as handsome as the day he had to fake propose to you, making your cheeks heat up, and your heart race.
“Did you do all this… for me?” You asked in astonishment, looking around the room in awe. “Maybe,” Draco said with a smirk, glad you seemed to like it.
You took a step towards him and smiles up at him, “Thank you.” “It was my pleasure.”
He took your small hand in his large one, and sat down on the blanket with you, laying in a position where the stars seemed to be in touching distance.
“They’re so beautiful,” you whispered, watching the stars sparkling in the dark blue sky. When you didn’t receive an answer, you turned questioningly to Draco, who didn’t seem to be paying attention to the stars, but to you instead. “W-What?” You asked nervously.
“Nothing! Sorry, you’re just… I mean… you’re gorgeous,” Draco rambled. You laughed, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, which turned red under your touch, and you moved closer into his chest as you looked back up at the sky.
“I like this,” Draco said after a while. “You like what?” “Us, getting along without yelling or fighting or whatever. Just basking in each other’s company.”
“Yeah?” You turned around to stare into Draco’s blue-grey eyes. “Yeah,” he confirmed. His gaze dropped slightly to your lips, before flickering back up to your eyes, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.
It was warm and inviting; a loving kiss, that enveloped you in all the affection that Draco felt towards you.
His hand held your cheek as he propped himself up with the other, slightly leaning over you as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth.
He pulled himself away from you, though he kept a hand resting on the curve of your waist, before looking up through his lashes at you.
“I love you,” Draco muttered, resting his forehead gently against yours. You smiled softly, “I love you too.”
felt like an outcast in this expensive, European restaurant located in the
middle of the Gangnam era, chewing on some expensive ass piece of meat – so
expensive that you would be able to buy yourself ten McDonalds menus, the kind
of restaurant that was more of your level. As you chewed on the expensive, but
immensely delicious, piece of meat,
you scanned your surroundings once more. The fellow customers looked like
people who were at Jimin’s level – rich, good-looking and tremendous – the kind
of person you never would be.
bit, will you? You’re really tense at the moment.”
honeydew-like voice caused you to jump in your seat slightly, as a light shade
of red rose to your cheeks, a bit embarrassed at the fact that Jimin probably
noticed you being an awkward mess. If he indeed noticed this, he did not say
anything about it, knowing that it would make the situation even more awkward –
and you silently thanked him for not remarking it.
“I wish I
could, but this place makes me a little bit conscious about myself you know,”
you deadpanned, eying Jimin with an emotionless expression as you kept munching
on your food. You must have looked ridiculous, because a second later, your CEO
was laughing wholeheartedly at you. If the person laughing at you was not Park
Jimin, you’d probably throw a fork at him in irritation.
worry about that, Y/N. That dress makes you look as elegant as the other women
in here,” Jimin complimented you, before taking a small sip of his wine – his
eyes still glued on yours. You almost choked in your meat as you heard this
unusual compliment, and you could stop yourself from coughing out loud in time.
You then looked down at your dress briefly, quirking up an eyebrow as you
thought of Jimin’s compliment while seeing how tight the dress was on you.
sure about that? I don’t think elegant is
the right way to describe my look,” you said mockingly, stabbing the fork into
the piece of meat, but you quickly stopped it after realizing how expensive
this piece of meat actually was.
used the wrong words.” With that, Jimin put down his glass of wine, before
eying you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You could not help but just blink at him, wondering what he was
about to say next, as you put down your fork as well.
the dress that makes you look elegant. It’s you yourself that makes you look elegant. Maybe it’s just me, or this
crazy attraction that I feel towards you every time I lay my eyes on you – but
in my eyes, you always look elegant.
Yeah, it’s not the dress. It’s you.”
The sad thing was, Gon almost didn’t recognize his best friend.
Not because Gon was a bad friend. Far from it; he could usually find Killua in a crowd just from the hunch of his shoulders, the hands shoved in his pockets. Gon didn’t need to see the starlight-silver hair or flash of midnight blue eyes to recognize the person Gon had grown up with his whole life.
This, though. This was entirely different.
“What’s the matter, Gon?” Killua asked, familiar smirk growing underneath an unfamiliar mask. “Cat got your tongue?”
Gon was too speechless to respond to the pun.
Killua was dressed head to toe in a startling white suit, adorned with matching gloves and an intricate cat mask that hid most of his face. His eyes- beautiful, shining, the deepest blue Gon had ever seen- glowed in the dim light, sparkling like jewels. The final touch was Killua’s hair- instead of its normal chaotic mess, Killua’s hair was now swept back in a graceful arc.
Gon’s heart throbbed. He had always known Killua was pretty. It wasn’t hard to miss the way other kids at school stared at him sometimes, despite the fact that Killua was a Zoldyck and ‘not to be trusted’ for a reason that made Gon’s hands shake with fury.
But right now- this very moment, standing in the center of a crowded Masquerade Ball, with chandelier lights glittering in the background and sweeping music drifting through the air-
This was the first time Gon realized how utterly breathtaking Killua truly was.