They happen to me my giftee for the ML Secret Santa Exchange this year and I couldn’t be happier!
In their desired description, I saw “Dance AU” and so I give you “Aerial Silk AU”!!
I was stumped for while as to what to do until seeing LB fly around Paris with her yo-yo gave inspiration to this. I am incredibly happy with how it turned out. And I hope you enjoy it too, LadywithPurpleHair:)
[So this fic was requested anonymously and contains mild smut. Enjoy!]
If you think you feel stupid, you will end up
looking stupid. I repeated over and over again in my head as I tried to muster
some semblance of confidence. Squaring my shoulders I tried not to shiver too
violently as the line moved at a snail-like pace and the harsh wind and snow
bit at my exposed flesh.
The masked bouncer said
nothing when I finally got to him, he simply extended a large hand and I set
the bills into his palm. When I got inside my jacket was taken from me and I
walked across the marble floors to the staircase instead of the packed
elevator. Everything was gold, the winding staircase, the sculptures of naked
men and women on the walls, the person that dangled from aerial silks above the
I trailed my fingertips across
the railing, arriving on the fifth floor. I could hear the pulsing music from
within, a masked man and woman slipped into one of the private areas and
slammed the door behind them. Adjusting my own mask I slipped into the club
with an electric energy pulsing through my veins.
I sat in my Puddin’s lap
absently stroking his chest while he talked business with three yahoo’s that
bored me to splinters. They were smart guys right enough, they made us decent
money too, but boy were they a snooze. Casting a glance around the club my gaze
landed on a little red dress. It was a cute halter dress, retro, and velvet.
The skirt went to about mid-thigh and my eyes trailed down her leg to her
strappy pumps before moving slowly back up again. She was cute, she wore a
black lace mask and her lips were as red, velvety, and inviting as her dress.
I must have made a sound of
some sort because Mister J turned his head to look at me. His gaze followed
mine and a small purr escaped him.
"Now, now, honey. You
know the rules,“ his trailed down my jaw and I met his cool blue eyes.
pretty,” I moved my index and middle finger in a playful walking motion up
his chest, “pretty, pretty, pretty, please.”
His eyes narrowed, moving back
to the girl who was at the bar now. With my eye still on her I leaned closer,
whispering in his ear.
"Do I have to get on my
knees and beg?“ I grazed his earlobe with my teeth.
He turned back to his men so I
decided to take that as my cue to have a little fun.
I set my last glass on the
counter feeling warm and there was a fantastic buzz in my brain that turned me
to the dance floor. A slow song was playing; one that made me feel even warmer
and I ran my hands slowly up my thighs as I rolled my hips as I trailed my
hands up my body and ran my fingers through my hair.
I felt someone else’s hands
grip my hips as they came up behind me; I felt their breath on the back of my
neck as they moved my hips the way they wanted. Turning to face them my eyes
widened a fraction and I instinctively took a step back, but she pouted and
pulled me back to her by the skirt of my dress.
"What’s wrong? You don’t
Quite the contrary. My gaze
flicked to her lips then back to her eyes, a knowing smile lit her face and she
began to move. I watched as she lowered herself in front of me, shimming her
hips before rising again and I began to move to. I could blame my hands moving
to her waist on the liquid courage but it wasn’t the booze. It was her skin and
the way it felt so soft under my hands, it was her perfume that seemed to do
all the right things for me, it was her hips that cast a spell as they moved
against mine, it was her eyes that danced with amusement and crackled like blue
fire and I was all too willing to be enveloped by their flame.
"He’s watchin’,” she
whispered, her hand moving up to cup the back of my neck but I knew no fear in
In fact I stared right at the
infamous King of crime as my hands roamed over the contours of Harley’s body, a
body that seemed to fit so well against mine.
"Now aren’t you
brave,“ she laughed, turning my head so I was looking at her again.
"You want me?” She
whispered, her nose brushing against mine.
The corner of my mouth
twitched, “What if I said no?”
She pulled me close and I felt
the prick of a dagger under my ribs a grin still on her face as she purred,
“I’d cut your heart out.”
"I wouldn’t want
that,“ I whispered, licking my lips.
"Tell me what you want,
I took the interruption as my
cue to wuss out and lose my nerve. I moved through the crowd and slipped out
the way I came. I walked quickly to the banister and rested my hands on the
smooth marble surface as I took a few deep breaths.
"Where ya’ goin’, Red? Things
were just gettin’ interesting,”
I whirled around. Harley was
leaning against one of the pillars and she slowly sauntered over to me and
reached up to remove my mask. She tossed it over the edge but I didn’t care,
all I could focus on was her and she hopped up and sat on the banister. She
quirked her index finger, gesturing for me to come closer and I obliged.
I leaned in close, her arms
wrapping around my neck and I swear I had never wanted anyone more in my life.
"You’ve got a quiet fire
in there, don'tcha? You don’t really do this often, do ya, honey?“ She
I shook my head.
"What are you afraid
of?” She asked her voice husky as her nose brushed against mine.
"Wanting someone I
My lips claimed hers and one
of my hands fisted into her hair while the other rested on her lower back so I
could draw her closer to me. Her lips were soft, her tongue was like silk and I
ached with how badly I wanted her. I felt one of her hands take the one that
rested on her lower back, I vaguely wondered what she was doing and then she
guided them between her legs.
I stopped kissing her and
pulled back slightly so I could look into her heavy lidded blue eyes. She
tugged her lower lip between her teeth and I let out a shaky breath as my
fingertips brushed her clit. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.
"Don’t run away from me
We were out in the open,
anyone could see us, but in that moment I really didn’t give a damn. My lips
found her neck as I began to move my fingers in slow circular motions. I sucked,
licked, kissed, and bit her neck and the sound of her moan made my stomach
flutter and my knees shake. My lips trailed along her jaw as my fingers grew
slick with her growing wetness and my movements became faster.
"Oh baby, your fingers
feels so good, I’m going to cum soon, would you like that?“
"Yes,” I whispered
huskily, watching the spread of redness creep up her chest and neck and I
lowered my head to bite the tender swell of her breast.
I slipped a finger inside of
her and her hips jerked, nearly sending her over the edge of the balcony but I
yanked her back so she stood in front of me giggling.
"That was a-“
I pulled her into a more
private alcove and slammed her against the wall.
"Quiet fire,” she
purred and my body lowered itself before her without my minds consent.
She watched me, a slow smile
spreading across her face as I lifted her leg over my shoulder and buried my
face between her thighs. My tongue found her juicy sweetness and I felt her
hand on the back of my head as she held me to her.
"Oh god, you’re good with
your mouth,“ she gasped.
I slipped my fingers inside of
her as my tongue worked, her moans made me wet, the taste of her was almost
addicting, and I knew I had made the biggest mistake of my life coming to
Alibi. It was a mistake to want her, if I didn’t end up dead, I would end up
always wanting her but never being able to have her again and I’m not sure
which was worse. Her hips moved against my mouth and she cried out, her body
shook but I wasn’t finished with her, not yet.
"Oh god, that’s
enough,” she began to convulse but I kept going.
"Yes, oh, there,
She moved me away from her and
dropped to the ground in front of me, her mouth covered mine and her hand
curled around my neck. Someone a few paces away cleared their throat and we
turned to look at them.
"Well, well, well, what
do we have here?”
"Puddin’,“ she let
out a breathy giggle.
SM Freakshow/circus Au where bog is part of the Freakshow, getting his show name “the bog king”. Marianne is maybe a runaway bride that joins the circus trapez/aerial silk act. ^w^
it was loong ago i got this idea, but i wanted to ad more to the art. But lucky mmee~~ my Wacom is broken soo No digital art for a while till i can buy a new one… -__-’
Is either in activewear or a sharp-ass suit. There is no in-between.
Constantly cycling through and trying new hobbies. She sees something & thinks “that looks amazing!” and signs up for classes and gets all the gear. And then 3-6 months later is bored. Previous hobbies include the following: windsurfing, aerial acrobatics/silks, hula hooping, salsa dancing, ultimate frisbee
Has a serious diet coke habit. Like a whole mini fridge full of diet coke in her office. Snowy & Poots hide it all as a prank one day and learned their lesson about inflicting the Wrath of Georgia Martin
No fewer than 4 couples owe their marriages to Georgia Martin. She’s disappointed she won’t technically get the credit for Jack and Bitty since she didn’t introduce them but she feels she deserves some recognition for giving Jack as many chances to drive up to Samwell as she could. Once Bitty realizes she’s in their corner, he sends her a box of pies and his class schedule at the beginning of every semester.
Goes to every Boston Pride game that she can, is just so, so excited for the NWHL. Gets the Falcs excited about it too and the all go up as a group to watch the Pride play the Riveters. They’ve all got posters. It’s a little bittersweet for George because she wonders what it would have been like for her if there had been a professional league for her after college but she’s just So Happy for all the women on the ice.
Makes a mean caipirinha. Like actually mean, the hangover the next day will be brutal.
Lives on a combination of takeout and blue apron. It’s not that she can’t cook, it’s just that she’s so busy all the time. Even when she does have groceries in the house they’re only there by the grace of instacart.
She always tips people cash - she worked as a server (and later bartender) during college and knows how much better cash tips are.