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24. Halloween Night (Steve Rogers x Reader)

You’re going to a Halloween party with Steve’s friends, but your Halloween costume makes Steve decide to have a change of plans.  

Warning: Hot, dirty stuff. Sex with Steve. 18+.

Originally posted by sadbatfleck

“The guys are coming over any minute,” Steve calls out to you. You were going to a Halloween party with his friends.  He promised there would be no work tonight, and so you wanted to make the most out of this Halloween evening as possible.

“Are you in costume already?,” you shout from the bedroom, slipping on part of your costume — black fishnet thigh-high stockings.

“Yes ma’am,” he answers, and you detect a grin on his face. “I’m afraid of no ghosts!,” he adds. You laugh. Steve had been catching up on ’80s movies the previous week, and he was so amused by the Ghostbusters. You had helped him order the Ghostbusters tan jumpsuit online, complete with an inflatable proton pack and a ghost phaser. “I can’t wait to see your surprise!”

The doorbell rings. “They’re here, sweetheart,” Steve says. You hear him walk to the door. It’s been a couple of months since you and Steve had moved in together, and his friends had dropped by on several occasions. Still, you can’t help but get intimidated when they’re around. You hurriedly put on your costume, knowing Steve will be quite surprised by how naughty your look is. You suddenly feel shy having to make an entrance with his friends in the living room.

“Hi sweetie!,” Nat calls out from the living room, a few seconds after you unlock the door and hesitate going out. You peek your head out and see them all comfortable on the couch, laughing over something Clint had just said. They all look great - Clint’s in a wolf costume, Bruce is looking like Harry Potter, Wanda is Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, and Nat is dressed as Rey from Star Wars. You giggle at the sight of Clint.

“Hi guys,” you smile, walking out of your room. Everyone’s eyes widen as you fully appear before them, their laughter cut off when they see you dressed as a very sexy Red Riding Hood. Steve turns to follow their stares, and his jaw drops open at the sight of you. “Hi,” you say again, but this time locking eyes only with your boyfriend. You watch Steve’s eyes travel up and down your body, eyeing the top of your breasts pushing out of your tight red satin bodice,  down your red satin circle skirt that stops mid-thigh, down your stocking-clad legs and fiery red heels. Your red satin hooded cape is striking against your brunette curls.

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Dracula (2013/2014) - Katie McGrath as Lucy Westenra wearing an evening dress with red satin corseted bodice and long skirt of red satin, white tulle and organza. Lace elements accent the bodice and the skirt. The accessories include red satin opera gloves, white fabric flowers and ruby jewellery (pendant earrings, brooch and bracelet).

The costumes were designed by Annie Symons.

anonymous asked:

hey i'd be super interested to know what your thoughts on the new anastasia costumes are. I am personally in love with the red gown

First, OH MY. I went to the Anastasia tag to find a specific costume gif set I saw last week. Turns out there’s lots of porn tagged Anastasia. LOTS. This is where I wish Tumblr made it possible to search for two tags at once…

All the naked ladies aside… I rather like what they’ve done with the costumes. A standout-scene for me is the “ghosts” in the ballroom scene, where the dancing royalties and nobilities in the background really looks like shadows of the past

This is so well done it sends shivers down my spine. And of course, their silvery, glittering attires has that strong 1900s imperial look, and is well contrasted by Anastasia’s rougher brown clothes.

The addition of the red/gold ball gown is also a welcome change. I question the silhouette a bit, it looks more 1950s Dior that something you’d see in the 1920s. But it’s a gorgeous piece in itself. I also read designer Linda Cho wanted to give a feeling of something typical Russian and also imperial, with the “Russian” red colour and a bodice decorations which was meant to visually remind of the double-headed imperial eagle:

Not sure many gets the eagle symbolism, but the red will at least be understood. And red is also an epic stage colour. Of all of the Anastasia musical costumes, the red dress is IMO the most memorable one and one we’ll probably see in cosplays. There’s lots of fantastic costumes in the musical, but few really sticks out and tickles my OMG-I-HAVE-TO-MAKE-THAT gene.

I also love that there’s a stronger focus on the blue gown. It looks lovely, with interesting decorations, and quite regal overall:

Though *slightly* in danger of envoking the Chrysler Building gown from The Producers… Though to be fair, the gown from The Producers is made to look like Anastasia and the style of that era, so the references are quite overlapped! Just happy Anastasia is not wearing a Kokoshnik (big screen-like headgarb with beading), like Roger DeBris is… 

(”I’m supposed to be the Grand Duchess Anastasia, but I think I look more like the Chrysler Building“)

OK, back to the case here… I overall like the Anastasia costume design a lot. The costumes are telling something about the characters, and they envoke the period and the style of the respective eras. Only negative comment is probably that there’s not all that many stand-out pieces and showstoppers. But a solid piece of design anyway. :)

Seeing the Truth

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1250 Words

Story Summary: Attempting to surprise Jared at his bar, the reader is in for a rude surprise.

A/N: This is for Angst Appreciation day 2017. Warnings: Broken heart, angst

With tears rolling down your cheeks, you raced from the bar, almost tripping in the heels you wore. A place of comfort and fun had turned to a place of horror and hurt, a place you would probably never be able to set foot in again.

All you had wanted to do was surprise your fiancée. He had been working so hard lately, not only with his acting career, but making sure his bar was running smoothly. You knew he spent most of his free time there, just to get it up and running, but you missed him terribly. So, sitting in your house, once again his lumbering dog your only company, you had come up with a plan. Going through your entire closet, you had finally settled on a deep red dress. Its bodice was fitted, showing off your cleavage, while the skirt flared, moving flirtatiously around your smooth legs. Wearing a pair of shiny black heels, you had made sure your makeup and hair was on point before leaving the house.

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Adrienette Christmas

Happy birthday, Season! I wrote a fluff piece for you since you’ve been doing it for everyone else ;)  It’s the very first one I’ve written so I apologize in advance for poor grammar.   

              The annual Agreste Fashions’ Christmas Party was approaching.  Fashion designers, models, photographers, set designers, lighting and camera men, even the interns that ran around like crazy fetching coffee or running final copies were invited to the biggest Paris event of the year.  Marinette, who had recently been hired as an assistant to one of the designers, had received, RSVP’d, and invited Alya as her plus one all before realizing that going meant seeing him.

                Adrien and Marinette had been avoiding each other since the big reveal.  Not because of anger, but the dynamic had shifted afterwards. Adrien didn’t know how to treat Marinette out of costume and kept calling her ‘My Lady’, earning a lot of weird looks from their friends.  Marinette didn’t know how to turn off the awkward in costume and would just catch herself… staring, let’s just say.  Staring instead of catching an akuma.  Several attacks were prolonged because of this and the press had picked up on it.  They had on their own decided the best course of action was to avoid each other as much as possible.  Trading parole shifts, tackling the akumas as best they could on their own before the other had to show up, and definitely no interactions out of the masks.  It was easier to pretend to be someone else if you couldn’t see their blush.

                Alya wouldn’t let Marinette out.  They arrived, were seated, and enjoyed the award ceremony all by themselves.  After the last award was given out, gentle music started and the party dispersed into dancing, conversation, and eating.  As they were both 18 now, they drank the champagne and wine until they had worked themselves into a warm blush from their heads to their toes. They made rounds around the room, laughing amongst themselves before Alya excused herself to ask some questions of a photographer.

                Marinette leaned against the edge of a buffet table, white skirt billowing around her ankles and watched the room.  She had spotted Chloe a few times, looking more like a disco ball than a girl, but other than that there was no one she really recognized.  She swayed slightly to the music and watched an elderly couple, Mr. and Mrs. Capelle, move closer and closer together, never once breaking eye contact.

                “You know, they’ve been married for 48 years,” Marinette jumped at the sudden voice, pushing the table back ever so slightly and causing a shriek of metal on tile to resound across the room.

                “A-Adrien!”

                “Oh, I’m sorry, Marinette. I thought you saw me heading over,” he pointed to a table directly in her eye line.  She blushed; she had been too caught up in the atmosphere of the room.  “I saw you and figured I’d ask,” he cleared his throat roughly, “ask if you’d like to dance?”

                “Dance? Um, I don’t know if I-“

                “She’d love to,” Alya had returned, toting Nino.  “She was just telling me how bored she is watching everyone else dance.  What great happenstance you saw her!”  Marinette shot her a look but, of all the friends in the world, it seemed she had picked the one least likely to give up their position of wing woman.  “Nino just asked me to dance as well.  Weird how your plus one and your plus one just so happen to be a couple, huh?”  She winked and spun into Nino’s waiting arms. To an onlooker, the two seemed to have come together in their matching purple and black.  They galloped away, much to the annoyance of the dancers who were trying to keep pace with the waltz.

                “Shall we?”  Adrien dipped low, extending his hand.  He peeked up at her through his eyelashes and grinned, his Chat Noir showing through.  Suddenly, it was a challenge. 

                Marinette stuck up her nose and smirked, “Sure.  But you have to keep up with me.”  She moved her skirts out of the way and they waltzed to the center of the floor.  Adrien was an experienced dancer but Marinette had a more graceful air about her.  They matched each other perfectly and, when Marinette inevitably tripped on her skirts, Adrien plucked her up before she could fall.  She would have swooned had it not been for her embarrassment. 

                They resumed dancing until Nino and Alya returned to them, holding wine for all four.  The clock above the stage showed eleven and the crowd had started to disperse.  Sipping their wine, the four moved back to the walls.  The band had given reigns to an iPhone as they packed up, but the soft Christmas music added to the ambiance of the room.  The gold lights twinkled around the group and their soft voices made for a pretty greeting card, Marinette decided.  Nino suggested a karaoke bar and they left the warm hall for the snow covered streets. 

                “Just you wait, boys, my girl Mari has the voice of a saint,” Alya skipped ahead and turned around, tottering on her feet.  “Also, I have a voice of a saint.  Don’t I, Nino?”

                “The best, babe,”

                “How much did you two drink?”  Adrien reached out his arms as though to steady her, but she corrected her footing before she fell.

                “I only had 4 glasses of champagne and 2 glasses of red wine; you’re welcome.  Nino over here almost bankrupt the whole Agreste family fortune because he drank 6 glasses of wine.  I only had two. Those glasses weren’t even filled half way, can you believe it? Cheap.”

                “Light weight,” Mari teased.

                “You can’t even tell I’m under the influence.”  Alya tugged her skirt down so that it rest slightly below her knees, “I’m freezing.  If we go on ahead, I’ll be warm. Come!” She turned with a flourish, stumbled, and jogged forward.

                “I’m going to keep up with her.  Those glasses may not have been too full, but she downed them like shots.” Nino loosed his tie and ran to catch up to the escaping drunkard.

                The silence that followed ate at Marinette.  While dancing, they hadn’t spoken of anything other than the winter collection and upcoming spring collection and they had exhausted the subject.  She struggled to think of anything else, but came up blank.

                “Voice of a saint?” She turned and met the eyes that make her heart stutter.

                “Apparently.  I can’t even think of when Alya has heard me sing.”

                “My lady, you are full of surprises.  I’m sure you probably sang while sewing or something and Alya picked up on it.”

                They fell into awkward silence.  My lady, Marinette thought, I’m not your lady; Ladybug is.  She watched the slush seep into the hem of her dress, dulling the white.  She had added enough tulle to keep the snow from reaching her ankles but if she didn’t hurry it would be a matter of time before she had Popsicle feet.  She glanced at Adrien.  He too was watching his feet, face red.  She couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or from his slip up.

                “What do you sing?” Adrien asked.  He refused to look at her but seemed to be uncomfortable with letting the quiet persist.

                “Anything, I guess.” Don’t mention you only sing in the shower, she pleaded with herself.  “It’s been mostly Christmas songs here recently but that obvious. The acoustics in the bathroom are incredible.” Damn.  “I mean, I also sing while driving probably.  Or… or baking. Not just in the bathroom.  I’m pretty sure.  It’s, like, 40% shower, but split pretty evenly between driving, sewing, and baking.” Oh my god, shut up.

                He chuckled a little, finally meeting her eyes, “Well, either way, I can’t wait to hear you sing.”

                They fell quiet again.  Tikki, in a hidden pocket of the dress, pushed against Marinette’s leg, both as a hug and reassurance she wasn’t alone.  Marinette took a deep breath, shakily exhaled and began to sing. 

                She didn’t consider it singing, not really.  How can you when your diaphragm isn’t fighting to escape or when your volume barely raises above a whisper? But she sang.  Silent Night filled the streets of Paris, the moon reflected off of the show, and the boy beside her stopped to witness.  She refused to look at him and instead stopped as well, closing her eyes from her own embarrassment.  The boy, however, did not close his eyes.  He took her in. 

                Her arms were holding her together, crossed in front of her torso.  The red beaded bodice faded into fewer and fewer beads until it reached the pure white skirts, now a dull gray on the edge.  Her hair had captured some of the snow flakes and they added a striking contrast to her black hair, twisted every which way.  It had started falling out some point during the night, but the pearl pins and snow made it seem as though it had been planned to cascade over her shoulder instead.  He watched as she held each note.  She finished the song and shivered, either from standing still in the winter air too long or from feeling his gaze. Either way, he slid out of his coat and draped it around her shoulders.

                “I… I don’t know what to say,” he admitted, watching the love of his life clutch the lapels around herself.  “Alya wasn’t kidding; you really do have the voice of a saint.  Thank you.”

                “Thank you?”

                “It seems right to say thanks, you know?”  His eyes were popping out of his skull, “Someone so wonderful sings for you on the streets of the most romantic cities in the world in the most beautiful voice and it just seems impolite not to thank them.”  He felt desperate for her to sing more, but also wanted to get this stunning creature inside before the clock struck midnight and he was forced to avoid her once more.  The thought of the following day dropped in his stomach like a rock.

                “I don’t want you to ever stop singing.  For me, at least.”  Her eyebrows stitched together at his musing.  “I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and feel like I dreamt that because it was so great.  I want to be able to call you up and ask you to sing again and you’d sing because you’d want to sing for me.  I’m tired of looking outside and knowing that you’re out there but finding you means talking about where we go from here and you don’t want that.”

                “Why not?”

                “Because it’s awkward! You know I have a crush on Ladybug and obviously you don’t feel the same way or else-“

                “Excuse me?”

                “What?”

                “Is that… is that why we stopped patrolling together? Because you thought I was trying edge you out? I’ve had a crush on you since we were fourteen, Adrien Agreste.”

                “What?”

                “I thought you needed space when you found out your partner, the graceful and strong Ladybug, was nothing more than a clumsy, weak fool who had puppy-dog eyes for you for ages. I assumed you were immediately put off by the girl behind the mask once you knew who it was. Of course, you have a crush on Ladybug but I’m not Ladybug; at least not all the time.”

                “And I’m not Chat all the time.” They both looked at each other. “I don’t love Ladybug because she can catch butterflies.  That’s a ridiculous reason to love anyone.  I love her because she was given superpower gifts and, maybe not immediately, but pretty soon after, stepped up to the plate and declared herself a protector of her country,” Adrien started stepping towards her, “She saved her friends and showed compassion towards those who had previously caused harm. Sure, I was initially attracted to Ladybug, but Marinette has the same qualities as her.  She ran for class president, she baked cookies the first day, she stands up for those who can’t seem to stand up for themselves. Finding out the girl behind the mask was Marinette didn’t lessen my feelings, my lady; it grew them ten-fold.”  They were face to face now.

                “Oh.”

                “Can we stop this? Can we please… please…” his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, “can we please go back to patrolling and hanging out together? You’re my friend; I’ve missed you.”

                “I’ve missed you too.  I… I didn’t realize we both made the same assumptions.  I had started thinking of Chat Noir last year as someone who I loved.  Maybe not in a crush kind of way, but finding out who you were…are? I’m glad it’s you.  I couldn’t image anyone else.  I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”  Adrien grinned and leaned in closer.  “If you… if you want, I’ll sing for you again.”

                “Maybe later,” he responded with a sweet smile.  He closed the distance between them and kissed her, a gentle first kiss that ended too soon.  “We… we need to go find our friends.”

                Marinette mutely nodded her head, staring at his chest.  “They’ll be waiting on us.”

                “Yeah, they will.  Two inebriated teens can’t be too far from trouble.”  Adrien reached down and intertwined his fingers with hers beneath the coat.  As they strolled away, they heard the clock chime twelve.  He pulled her a little closer and they walked the rest of the way, grinning like idiots but not once letting go of the other.


Ahh! Thank you so much for this, @arubymeadow! I love it! <3

[fic] “So... what are we now?”

Thanks @daynaan​. I acknowledge your additional request not to make you cry. xD


Greg knew he should have checked the fucking box.

Looking back, he’d had a weird premonition on the morning the package arrived. Best check it’s the right ones… biggest night of the year… but he’d pushed the thought right out of his head.

It was the same company they’d used last year, after all. 

And boy, had they gone down a storm.

Peter Pan and his shadow - Mycroft had been Peter. Greg still got little shivers thinking about his husband’s endless legs in those slinky green tights. Greg himself had spent the entirety of the Halloween Party sneaking after Mycroft, dressed entirely in black, causing chaos and mischief at every opportunity. It had been amazing. They’d taken the top prize without a blink, and Sherlock - dressed grumpily as Batman, with his faithful Robin as ever at his side - had sulked for nearly a week.

Greg had never really noticed Halloween until he’d started dating Mycroft. That first October, he’d discovered the startling penchant for fancy dress. It made sense, though - the suits, the ties, the cufflinks - they were all part of the same urge. 

Mycroft liked to be looked at. 

And with Greg at his side, his playfulness unlocked, they’d been the talk of Halloween for years now. 

They were going for top prize again this year. 

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Valentine’s One Shot

Bit of a one shot for Valentine’s Day. It’s super fluffy and a pinch of dirtiness (no smut but it’s a def NSFW piece!) 


                                               The Gift of a Rose

Harley wiped her eyes as the credits of the movie scrolled up the screen, Lou sat whining on his owner’s lap, licking and nuzzling her cheek with his wet nose. “Eeww, Lou! I’m fine sweetie, honestly. Mommy is crying because she’s happy for Belle and Beast because they’re all..sniff…In love…sniff…And they are….ha-a-pp-y” Harley inhales loudly as another wave of emotions pour from her, she pulls Lou into her lap further and sobs into his fur.

Harley had been sitting on the sofa watching Disney movies for the last three days, she’d seen no hind or hair of the Joker since Wednesday - since their big fight. Fights were pretty common in their relationship, they added fun, danger, lust; both sides enjoyed them when they arose as usually they always ended in great make-up sex. But not this time, this one had been different - The Joker had walked away first. The topic had been about today, Valentine’s Day, and as per usual Harley had set her heart on something special between the two of them, she’d psyched herself up to a romantic date for just them, only to be told he had plans - with the Bat.

“Always the fucking Bat with you, isn’t it? I swear one of these days I wouldn’t be surprised to find you with his cock in your mouth! You clearly prefer being man-handled by a grown man in a costume than you do in your girlfriend out of hers! Well, good news for you - enjoy your Valentine’s Day with him and every other day afterwards as I’m fucking done. I’m done fucking you.  I’m done fighting with you, I’m done fighting for you - I’ve lost this round, you win. I’m knocked out of whatever competition you’ve set up in that head of yours between me and the Bat who are constantly fighting for your attention. Don’t bother ringing the bell, he’s always the winner.”

Harley’s eyes stung as she remembered the look on his face; he stood staring at her, his nostrils pulsing as he inhaled and exhaled quickly. She recalled the way he shook his head in the gentlest of motion as he lifted his finger and pointed to her, his mouth open ready to shout back but instead he lowered it and shrugged his shoulders before turning on his heel, leaving the room and closing the door behind him - nothing had been seen or heard from him since. Harley’s heart had broken that evening, she wanted him so much to fight back, to fight for her, to prove to her she meant something to him that she was the focus of his world, that if he had to choose it would always be her. But as the clock ticked nine and there was still no sign of him she nudged Lou softly from her lap, stood up and wiped her eyes heading into the kitchen for more chocolate ice cream.

Lou and Bud lay around in the living room waiting impatiently for Harley to return to them. Lou was the first to react to the front door being opened, his hackles raised and his lips curling to a snarl - he didn’t recognise the footsteps walking through the house and approaching the kitchen. Bud jumped up from his position on the floor and joined his brother, snarling and growling with anger as they both stood in front of the kitchen door, “Hey boys, I won’t be a moment, I’m coming out no–” Harley’s voice was quickly cut off and the only sound from the house was that of scratching against the door and vicious barking from two very angry hyenas ready to attack whomever had just taken kidnapped their mommy.

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Harley awoke with a groan, her head was spinning but after so much practice fighting the Bat and the number of concussions she had waded through she knew how to handle herself. After five minutes had passed of deep breathing she slowly began to open her eyes and found she was staring up at a ceiling she didn’t recognise, turning her head to look around the room gave her no clues as to where she was. Propping herself onto her elbows she inhaled deeply and began to count down from ten.

Harley closed her eyes and spoke aloud, “Last thing I remember…Think Harley, think. I was at home. Lou and Bud were with me. I’d  just eaten a tub of ice cream. There was a movie on…What was it…” Harley groaned as she flopped back onto her back, “Beauty and the Beast. So how the fuck have I ended up here?” She questioned out loud as she slowly started to push herself to her feet, her legs felt like jelly as she placed her feet onto the stone floor, yelping and pulling them back under her. “And why am I not wearing any socks!?…Or pants… Oh…Shi-” Harley quickly checked over herself, there was nothing to suggest she had been assaulted and her underwear was all in tact, her t-shirt was scuffed with dirt and her pants lay opposite sprawled across a chair next to a wooden desk.

Harley pushed herself to her feet again and tip-toed over to the desk, attempting and failing to ignore the cold surface beneath her. As she approached the desk she could see a piece of paper folded upon it, “Harley” was scribbled across in childlike handwriting, confused she grabbed the paper first, ignoring the pants though her legs were begging to be covered in their warmth. Reading the note through she gasped, her eyes filling with tears as she let the note drop slowly to the floor.

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Harley approached the door after hearing it unlock, pushing it open and stepping out, she shivered slightly at the crisp air as it licked her bare skin. She could hear the lively life of Gotham around her as she realised she was somewhere outside, but where, she didn’t know her eyes began darting around before they settled on a shadow where some shuffling was heard.

“Finally, you have awoken and decided to join the living again” A voice called out from the shadows behind a pillar to her side, Harley frowned and stepped forward.

“Hello? Mistah J…? Is that you?” Harley called out, trying to keep her voice steady though her nerves were shaking and her lip trembled with cold.

A large, heavy set man Harley didn’t recognise, stepped forward. “Good Evening, Miss Quinn. If you would please follow me I shall take you to where you’re expected.” He bowed at his waist and pointed towards the shadows, Harley didn’t move. “Nah-uh, I ain’t stupid Mister. Tell me where I am and what I’m doin’ here or I ain’t goin’ no-where, ya hear me!” Harley’s Brooklyn accent becoming stronger the more nervous she became, the man simply smiled at her. “Miss Quinn, I assure you there is no harm coming your way, now please - for the sake of my own neck and yours, follow me.” The man bowed at his waist again, Harley sniffed and stepped forward, “You first, I ain’ getting stabbed in the back if you’re in front of me.” The man’s smile faded with a small nod he stood up and began to walk into the depths of the shadows, Harley could make out the shape of a doorframe with a flickering light shining from beneath it a few yards ahead of them. “Where am I?” Harley asked again, the man looked over his shoulder and grinned widely, he placed his hand upon the door knob and began to open it.

Harley stepped through the door, her eyes shone with light as she took in the hundreds of candles flickering around her, the pillars had them hanging from holders, above her hung three huge diamond chandeliers, even the floor had hundreds of small tealights laid out to lead her to the centre of the room.

Harley gasped as her eyes fell upon the figure in the centre, the candle light flickering and causing shadows to cover the majority of their body. Stepping forward to gain a clearer view Harley could hear the door behind her click closed as she watched the body move closer into the light. It was the Joker in a royal blue suit - the same as the one worn by Beast in her favourite Disney movie. In his hand he held a black and red rose, he approached her and gave his most charming smile, “Happy Valentine’s Day baby! You look so good I could just eat every inch of you.”

Harley was wearing the dress the note had instructed her to. A long ballroom gown, with a strapless black bodice with red diamond shapes upon either side, sparkling with rubies cut into the material. Cascading down into shimmering waves of a ruby red sweep train, the underlining of the dress had a pattern of alternating black and red diamond shapes; very much the representation of the Harlequin. Her hair she had pulled to sit in a bun upon her head with a diamond trim she had found upon the desk, along with a wide selection of makeup. Harley had opted for ruby red lips, dark red eyeshadow - against her naturally pale complexion her features were radiant.

The Joker’s silver grin caught the candle lights and gleamed as he stepped forward, leaning to Harley’s ear he whispered, “That’s just what I plan on doing to you later” with a snake-like flick of his tongue upon her ear he stepped back in front of her as Harley desperately tried to catch her breath and calm the sheer throbbing that was taking of her whole body.

“P-P-Puddin’?”  Harley managed to whisper as she watched him take her hand, kissing the knuckles, he brought up the rose and placed it within her hands. “It’s always you, Harley. Until the last petal falls.” Harley’s eyes sparkled with glee as he spoke, though the feeling was quickly replaced with a frow - although the romantic gesture meant so much to her she knew the rose would eventually lose the final petal and unlike that within the movie, this rose wasn’t enchanted, nor the Joker a beast.

The Joker’s grin widen and he giggled softly, “Now Harley, you know I only like to see you smile, perhaps a little dance would help?”  The Joker dipped his hand into his jacket, bringing a remote from his pocket he clicked one button and suddenly music began to play from a small set of speakers that were scattered around the room. He clicked another button and the large drapes that had been hung from the ceilings fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, Harley gasped as she looked around the area again - they were on the top of the bell tower of Gotham City! Harley knew this place from previous heists, no wonder she could hear the traffic from below, they were high enough up to see the blanket of stars that currently twinkled in the night sky as the moonlight shone into their own personal candlelit heaven.

Harley’s heart soured as the Joker came towards her, pocketing the remote, he took his hand in hers and with a gentle kiss of the knuckles asked, “Tell me, Harley-girl, have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?”  

Harley felt her cheeks flush warmth with a red glow as the Joker’s arm came around her waist, his other hand taking hers within his, she could feel the gold of his rings rubbing against the softness of her skin as their fingers entwined into one. Harley brought her free hand up to rest upon his forearm, he pulled her closer towards his chest, her heartbeat racing as he took the lead and stepped into their dance. The Joker was the perfect dancer, Harley knew from previous experiences at heists where they had been dressed as guests or performers that he could dance, she just didn’t know how well until he waltzed her around the floor of the bell tower. As their steps became one, the gown flowed behind her with a rippling wave of colours, it felt luxurious upon her skin and for a few moments she forgot everyone except for her and her Prince Charming who in turn was smiling down to her.

As their song came to an end the steps of the two slowed, the Joker dipped Harley at her waist and looked deep into her eyes before he brushed his lips against hers, she could feel his smile as he leaned further into her and enveloped her lips with a kiss so strong her toes curled. “That was fun, but a little too boring for me, how about we spark things up a bit” The Joker asked as he pulled her up to a stand, his grin wide and devilish as his hand dipped back into his coat jacket and pressed the remote. The music changed quickly to Harley’s favourite song, a thumping beat of drum and bass with a Latino mix; she couldn’t help but squeal and bounce up and down in excitement as the Joker placed his hands back upon her waist and thrust her towards him so their hips became one as the music began.

Harley turned upon her heel so her back was flat against his chest, reaching up her hand she ran it through his hair. The Joker in turn brought his hand from being entwined with hers, running fingertips down her arm in a slow manner causing goosebumps to ripple upon her pale skin, his hand brushes over her naked collarbone and as it brushes against the side of her breast she gasped, the Joker’s grin nudging against her cheek bone. His hand continued to waver down her body with his spider-like touches until he placed his hand firmly upon her flat stomach, pushing himself harder against her back, she could feel his groin brushing her bum through the satin gown, its thin material offering little in protection from the heat of his body, she couldn’t hold back her delighted moan as his hot breath hitched against her ear.

As the music picks up its pace Harley swings her hips in time, seductively brushing against the Joker’s groin as she does, biting upon her bottom lip as she hears a deep throaty growl. The Joker begins to gyrate against her, his groin moving in rhythmic flow with her own. Harley turns herself to face him, their eyes meeting and the burning heat is apparent between the two as she lifts her leg to hook around his waist, the Joker supporting her with his hand under her bare thigh and the other upon her hips. He dips her low, his head following her body as he brushes his lips down her jawline, slowly down her neck before placing a gentle kiss upon her clavicle, his hot breath flowing like a river down her panting chest as he continues down towards the plunging cleavage her dress provides.

“Delicious.” The Joker grins as he blows a wisp of cool air over her breasts causing Harley to breath in sharply, his wet kiss upon her skin making her grasp his jacket tightly as her legs weakened, a shared moan escaping into the air.

The Joker pulls himself back into a standing position, his hand massaging the bare skin of Harley’s thigh as he grinds his waist against hers, she can feel he is enjoying it as much as she is. The two of them hold eye contact as he pulls her up towards him, as her foot hits the ground he begins to tango. Harley’s heart pounds to the beat of her footsteps as the Joker takes them around the rooftop again, his grip upon her strong and possessive as he leads; breathless from the sheer energy they share but also the intense heat growing through her body and pooling at her groin has her head spinning.

Finally, as the song comes to an end the Joker pushes her towards one of the stone pillars. Forcing her up against it she moans out in delight as the mix of pain from the grinding stone against her bare shoulders and the feral glare in the Joker’s eyes catches her breath again. The Joker grabs her foot and brings it up to wrap around his waist again, a lustful growl rattles through his rib-cage and direct through to her heart.

“Mmm, Harley…” The Joker pounces upon her, his kisses trailing up her neck so quick her pulse can’t keep up as he loops his tongue around her earlobe and pulls upon it gently. “I can’t wait to get you home and have you out of that dress.” Harley’s eyes roll into her head as she leans back, tilting her head to provide him as much bare skin as she can, he takes the invite covering more of her neck with bites.

One hand begins to move up the side of her dress, as he tiptoes his fingers along her side and drags them across the front of her bare shoulders from one side to another, his tongue every so often flicking at the path left behind. Bringing his hand down slowly to cup around one breast, kneading and pushing it upwards into her dress she was sure would pop with his strength as her moaning becomes louder and gasps of pleasure frequent the air. Her nipples were hard against the satin material as he pinched at one, rolling it between his fingertips she couldn’t help but cry out, his kisses upon her neck forming to a wide grin of delight.

His other hand had moved to settle upon her inner thigh creeping slowly towards the laced red thong, he loops his finger underneath and begins to tease her skin in circular motions. “This will be my tongue upon you.” He breathes into her ear, her gasping for breath now a cocktail of moaning and lustful whispers of his name, “Mr J.. Oh please..I can’t…”

“Can’t what Harley?” He grins against her cheek as she runs her hand through his hair, she’s lost as to where else to place them as he steals away another brain cell by moving his hand slowly around her bare skin and cups her buttocks in his hand, growling lustfully.

“I can’t wait until we’re home, please…I need this. I need you.” Harley pants, her fingers grasping and scraping at his skull, pulling at his jacket in a lust fueled need.

The Joker pulls back as he purrs with delight, he pulls out the remote again and presses a button upon it. “Five minutes and seven seconds, Harley. That’s all you need to wait.”Harley licks the drool from her lips in anticipation of what is coming next, but finds herself disappointed as the Joker releases her leg to allow her to stand on very wobbly legs. He holds her up with his hand upon her waist, grinning like a Cheshire cat as the sound of a helicopter is heard coming closer to them.

Nudging Harley in front of him, he leans down to whisper in her ear as the helicopter came close and a rope was thrown out, “Home time, you go first as I have the perfect view from underneath” The Joker grinned, kissing Harley on the cheek, “I can’t wait to fuck those remaining brain cells of yours out and ruin this dress. I much prefer you in that skin tight outfit after all.” He growled as she grabbed onto the rope and the henchman pulled her up, the Joker following closely behind.

~~~ *** ~~~

The two had arrived home in five minutes and seven seconds just as the Joker promised. They fucked like rabbits, every room in the house had been introduced to their antics. The henchmen had left them at the door knowing fine well they didn’t want to be around the two clowns when they got down and dirty with one another.

As Harley began to drift to sleep, her head upon the Joker’s chest and his strong arms wrapped around her she noticed a small area of skin was redder than the rest, though she’d been more than active with her teeth she hadn’t gotten to his chest. Confused, she pushed herself up from him slightly to allow the moonlight to cast a glow upon his pale skin the redness was surrounding a small tattoo which Harley didn’t recognise. Upon closer inspection, Harley’s heart swelled.

Leaning down to him she placed a gentle kiss upon the tattoo of a red petal over his heart.