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[capquinn]

「 ✦ CAPQUINN'S DAD!QUINN MASTERLIST ✦ 」

SUMMARY: Quinn Hughes is figuring out fatherhood — balancing hockey, sleepless nights, and the little lives that mean everything and more to him. It’s messy, it’s sweet, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world because being a dad? It's the best job he’s ever had. PAIRING: dad!quinn x afab!reader AUTHOR'S NOTE: All pieces are posted in chronological timeline order (or as close as possible) KEY: 🐞 = Bug | 🐻 = Cub | 🐞🐻 = Bug and Cub | 👫 = Quinn x Reader

PREGNANCY & BABY FEVER ERA From the first test to the first kick, Quinn and reader are all in. ✧ "We're Having a Baby." | 🐞 👫 Quinn can't wait to tell his parents he's going to be a dad but he's nervous. ✧ World's Greatest Uncle | 🐞 👫 Quinn and reader tell Jack and Luke they're going to be uncles. ✧ Baby Girl | 🐞👫 Quinn and reader find out they're having a girl. ✧ Summer Bump | 🐞 👫 Reader and Quinn enjoy summer at the lake house before their baby girl arrives. ✧ Doting Dad-To-Be | 🐞 👫 It's reader's first pregnancy and Quinn is trying his best to ensure everything runs smoothly. ✧ Peanut Butter and Pickles | 🐞 👫 Reader is experiencing food cravings but it's late, cold and raining outside. ✧ Pop! | 🐞 👫 Reader's bump pops overnight and Quinn is mesmerised... ✧ Bug's Birth | 🐞 👫 Quinn thought he had the whole 'birthing partner' thing down but in the birthing suite he realises just how out of depth he is. ✧ "I Know You." | 🐞🐻👫 Quinn realises you're pregnant again before you do.

THE ONLY CHILD ERA Before Cub, it was just Quinn, reader and Bug figuring things out together. ✧ Bug's First Night at Home It's Buggy's first night at home as a newborn and Quinn is in complete awe of her. ✧ Ticking Time Bomb Uncle Jack and Uncle Luke meet Bug. ✧ Work With Me Quinn struggles to swaddle Bug the right way. ✧ Christmas Tree Lights Bug won't sleep but Quinn hopes a change of scenery will help. Best One Yet Quinn's first birthday as a dad. ✧ "Dada." Bug's first word. ✧ Tea Parties Uncle Jack and Uncle Luke join Buggy for one of her infamous tea parties. ✧ Big Sister Bug finally learns that she's going to have a baby brother or sister to play with. ✧ Bubble Head Bug is watching the Canucks vs. Lightning game when Quinn gets hurt. ✧ Bug's Big Surprise Bug is assigned the very important job of telling the whole family there is another baby on the way. ✧ MWAH! Bug greets Quinn the same way she's seen you do a million times before. ✧ Too Much Energy Quinn comes home to find reader very exhausted and still very pregnant, and a very hyperactive Bug.

THE BUG AND CUB ERA Bug isn’t an only child anymore — Cub has arrived, and life just got a whole lot sweeter. ✧ Bug Meets Cub | 🐞🐻 The first time Bug meets her tiny baby brother. ✧ Uncle Jack Meets Cub | 🐞🐻 Bug is taking her job as 'big sister' very seriously and telling Jack exactly how he needs to hold her baby brother. ✧ Daddy-Daughter Day | 🐞 After Cub is born, Quinn treats Bug to a special day where it's just the two of them. ✧ Family Walks | 🐞🐻 Quinn is completely in his element pushing Cub in his stroller. ✧ The Canucks Family Skate | 🐞🐻 The Hughes attend the annual team family skate. ✧ The Canucks Home Opener | 🐞🐻 It's a special night at Roger's Arena — it's Cub's first game, the first time they arrive as a family of four, and the Canucks first game of the season. ✧ Little Shadow | 🐞 Quinn takes Bug to run some errands. ✧ Bluey | 🐞 Bug's Bluey phase sees the entire family dress up as the Heeler family for Halloween. ✧ Elf on the Shelf | 🐞🐻 Quinn takes his job as Elf coordinator very seriously. ✧ Cub's First Christmas | 🐞🐻 It's the annual Hughes family Christmas movie night. ✧ Outside, In | 🐞 Quinn watches his family and Bug notices. ✧ Happy New Year | 🐞🐻 The Hughes ring in 2025 together. ✧ I Love You | 🐞 Bug always knows the right things to say at exactly the right time. ✧ Bug and Mama | 🐞 Quinn loves watching reader and Bug interact. Loves watching reader just be a mother. ✧ Mama's Boy | 🐻 Cub is the biggest mama’s boy, and Quinn loves it. ✧ "Again?" | 🐞 Bug is less than impressed when she learns Quinn is injured... again. ✧ Valentine's Day | 🐞🐻 Quinn and his family spend the day together. Parents Night Out | 👫 First one to mention the kids loses... Look What She Made Me Do | 🐻 Cub gets jealous when reader gives her attention to his friend. ✧ Favourite | 🐞🐻 Uncle Jack and Uncle Luke want to know who is the better uncle. ✧ Socks | 🐞🐻 Quinn tries to get both kids ready but they're not cooperating. ✧ 43 and His Mini-Me | 🐻 Cub takes the ice with Quinn, Jack and Luke at the end of summer, and his uncles recognise that he's got some talent.

HEADCANONS & MISC. The little details that make up the Hughes family. ✧ Bug and Cub | 🐞🐻 How Bug and Cub get their nicknames. ✧ Huggy Bear Jnr. | 🐻 ✧ Teeny Tiny Jersey | 🐞 ✧ Oops! How Quinn reacts to an accidental pregnancy. ✧ Bigger Than Big | 🐞 How Quinn reacts to holding his baby girl for the very first time. ✧ Captain Daddy | 🐞 How Quinn is balancing life as captain and first-time dad ✧ Late | 🐞 Quinn is late to his commitments every single day because he's staring at Bug napping on his side of the bed. ✧ Baby Wearing | 🐞 Bug loves being strapped into the baby carrier against Quinn, and Quinn loves wearing Bug in the baby carrier. ✧ Mini-Me | 🐻 Cub is Quinn's mini-me down to every last feature ✧ Temper Tantrums | 🐞 How Quinn calms down Bug when she's having a meltdown. ✧ "What's Your Name?" Bug knows her name isn't actually Bug... right? ✧ Child of a Hockey Dad | 🐞 Does Bug have a hard time grasping the concept of why Quinn leaves when she was younger? ✧ Face Off | 🐞 Would Quinn let Bug be a part of his Amazon episode? ✧ Christmas Spirit | 🐞🐻 Does Quinn spoil the kids for Christmas? ✧ The Colour Blue | 🐻 Grandpa Jim looks away for two seconds but with Cub? Two seconds is all he needs to cause chaos. ✧ Bad Word | 🐞 Bug copies Quinn... ✧ Baby Logistics | 🐞 How Quinn would handle if Bug had been born during the season. ✧ Math Homework | 🐞 ✧ Why? | 🐞🐻 Uncle Jack and Uncle Luke get the kids obnoxiously loud gifts. ✧ Snug As A Bug In A... Rug? | 🐞 Jack having a Jack moment about Bug's nickname. ✧ Doctor Bug | 🐞 Bug takes care of Quinn when he hurts his hand. ✧ It Hurts | 🐞 Quinn isn't a helicopter parent... anymore. But when Bug was little, he hovered. A lot. ✧ Sweeter | 👫 18+ only MDNI Quinn's a curious guy. Sometimes, too curious.

BONUS: VISUALS Photos, videos, gifs, and other snapshots that bring the Hughes family to life. ✧ ✧

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and is in no way affiliated with Quinn Hughes. All characters, events, and scenarios depicted are purely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. Please do not repost or claim as your own. All works belong to @/capquinn unless specified otherwise.

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DJ Got Us Fallin' In Love

pairing- Dj!Portgas d. Ace x fem!reader

MODERN AU word count - 5.1k genre - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. smut , explicit sexual content, mild sex, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, nipple/breast play, drugs mentioned once. synopsis- October's Halloween party interaction with the masked DJ got you crushing, that would make you go to his parties a lil too often just so you could see him, but this time it ended differently. note- this is my first time writing a one shot to begin with, let alone my first time writing smut. This has been a thought of mine since 2021 at least, fully based on Usher ft.Pitbull- DJ got us fallin' in love. I hope my Ace girlies enjoy it. Suggested music: Usher ft. PItbull- DJ got us fallin' in love (ofc); Akcent- My passion; The Weeknd- Sao Paulo + your favourite party songs

So we back in the club

With our bodies rockin' from side to side

The bass thumped through the crowded club, the beat vibrating in your chest as you weaved through the sea of dancing bodies. The neon lights flickered in time with the music, painting the room in flashes of electric blue and hot pink. You weren’t here to dance, though. Not really.

You were here for him.

“Really? Front row again?” your best friend, Nami teased as you both squeezed through the crowd. “You didn’t come for the music yet again, did you?” You rolled your eyes and snickered.

 “What? I just like being close to the action.” you joked, but you could feel Nami’s look on you. That devilish smile she always had on, when she was ready to let out her significant snarky comments. “Sure,” she snorted, nudging you playfully “Close to him, you mean.”

“Shut up!” you hissed unable to cover your smile, feeling your cheeks heat up. You finally reached your reserved spot near the front after what felt like forever. Your friend let out an exaggerated sigh. “All this effort for a view of your future boyfriend, huh?” Nami teased.

 You swatted at her playfully, but your heart raced as you looked up at Ace. The spot gave you a perfect view of him, perched above the crowd on an elevated platform was the DJ, lost in his world of sound. His fingers danced over the mixer, effortlessly blending tracks and controlling the energy of the room. His compression shirt tight on him, highlighting his defined muscles. Headphones on his head, not holding back his messy wavy hair that bounced with every nod of his head, and the most interesting detail of him, the sleek black mask that covered the lower half of his face.

 “Totally worth it,” you whispered, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

“Please,” Nami laughed. “The only reason we keep coming to these parties is so you can drool over him. But I won’t complain because he makes such a great atmosphere, I’ll admit it. How long are even gonna continue to do so until you find a way to talk to him?”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “I don't even know what I'd say.” Nami raised an eyebrow. “How about ‘Hi, I’ve been shamelessly staring at you for weeks now, want to grab coffee?’” You giggled. “Very subtle.”

“Hey, subtle isn’t getting you anywhere,” Nami teased. “Next time, I might just walk up to him and tell him for you.” you just give her a stern look and you both break into a laugh.

Thank God the week is done

I feel like a zombie gone back to life

Back, back to life

 As the crowd pulsed with energy, Ace stood behind the decks, completely in his element.  With every nod of his head and wave of his hand, the crowd responded, lost in his music. His energy was electric, each movement commanding attention, and even from afar, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. For that moment, it felt like the entire room moved to his heartbeat—and so did you.

Turning over at Nami, you notice her staring at you while sipping on her tequila. "What?" You ask her confused.

"Quit glazing. Let’s go out there and have some fun!" Nami grinned, pointing toward the dance floor. "Come on. I’m not letting you just watch all night." You hesitated still not processing her words, but Nami wasn’t having any of it. Without another word, she grabbed your hand and tugged you toward the crowd.

It had been back in October, at that unforgettable Halloween party, when you first saw him—Ace, the DJ who would unknowingly capture your attention from that moment on.

The night had been buzzing with energy, the crisp autumn air clashing with the warmth of too many bodies crammed into the decorated party venue. Fake cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and carved pumpkins flickered with eerie candlelight in the corners. You remembered wandering through the crowd, your ghostface costume slightly askew from weaving through so many people.

Then you heard it—the perfect blend of beats, a smooth transition from one song to the next that pulled you in without you even realizing it. Your eyes were drawn to the DJ booth, perched slightly above the dance floor. And there he was.

Ace stood behind the turntables, completely in his element, effortlessly mixing tracks as if he’d been born to do it. But what caught your attention more than his skill was the mask he wore—a Jason Voorhees hockey mask, cracked and worn, making him look straight out of Friday the 13th. It was both terrifying and intriguing, and you couldn’t look away.

You remembered standing there for what felt like forever, the music vibrating through your chest as you watched him. His head nodded in time with the beat, and every so often, he’d raise his hand, hyping up the crowd without ever saying a word. The anonymity of the mask somehow made him even more captivating. Who was he behind it?

When he finally glanced up from his set, his dark eyes locking with yours through the eye holes of the mask, your breath caught in your throat. It was only for a second, but it stayed with you. The flickering lights, the pulse of the music, and those intense eyes behind a killer’s mask—it was a moment burned into your memory.

After a while, as the party was slowly dying down, and you were weaving through the maze of people heading for the exit, your head slightly fuzzy from the night’s excitement. You weren’t paying much attention, too caught up in your own thoughts, when suddenly, you collided into something—or someone—solid.

Before you could even react, a strong hand gripped your wrist, and another pressed lightly against your waist, steadying you before you could stumble backward. Your breath hitched as you looked up, heart pounding in your chest, only to be met by the blank, chilling stare of a Jason Voorhees mask.

It was him. The DJ.

“Careful there.”

Your mind raced as you tried to process what just happened. His hand was still firm on your wrist, keeping you steady, and you could feel the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of your costume.

“S-Sorry,” you stammered, completely thrown off. His other hand lingered on your waist for a moment longer before letting go, but the sensation stayed with you.

“Nice costume ghostie,” he said, a hint of a smirk in his tone. “Looked good on you.”

The ghostface mask on top of your head. He had noticed it. Before you could even process the unexpected compliment, he straightened up and disappeared into the crowd without another word, leaving you standing there, stunned, with your heart racing faster than the beat of any song that night

The music pulsed through the room, and you and Nami were completely lost in the moment, dancing like no one was watching. The crowd around you swayed and moved, the bass vibrating through the floor beneath your feet. Nami laughed, spinning you playfully before throwing her hands up in the air, her energy contagious.

Hands up, uh

Yeah, suddenly we all got our hands up, uh

No control of my body

But even as you danced, a familiar pull tugged at your attention.

Your eyes flicked toward the DJ booth—toward him. Couldn’t help but stare at him. It was something about him that catches your attention again and again.

“Joe Goldberg , pretty much?” Nami teases,her tone playful. You laughed, shaking your head, but as the two of you danced and lost yourselves in the music again, your gaze still found its way back to Ace. And maybe, just maybe, you caught him glancing your way too.

As the song shifted into another upbeat track, you felt the heat of the crowded dance floor catching up to you. Your breath came a little quicker, and you could feel a light sheen of sweat on your skin from all the dancing.

You leaned in close to Nami, raising your voice over the music. “I need a drink!” Nami grinned, her eyes sparkling under the colorful lights. “Same! Let’s go.”

She grabbed your hand, leading you through the throng of people as you both weaved your way toward the bar. Even as you moved through the crowd, you couldn’t help but sneak one last glance at the DJ booth. Ace was still there, completely focused on his set, but for a fleeting moment, you wondered if he noticed you leaving the dance floor.

Keep downing drinks like there's no tomorrow

There's just right now

You and Nami finally reached the bar, leaning against the counter as you tried to catch your breath. The cool air away from the crowded dance floor was a relief, and you sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“What are you having?” Nami asked, still grinning from all the dancing. “Something cold. Surprise me,” you replied, still feeling the beat of the music thrumming in your chest. While Nami flagged down the bartender, your eyes instinctively flicked back to the DJ booth. Ace was still there, effortlessly switching tracks, his fingers gliding over the mixer with precision. His expression was focused, like he knew exactly how much control he had over the room with his music.

You let out a quiet breath, shaking your head at yourself. Get it together, you thought.

“Still looking, huh?” Nami teased, nudging you playfully with her elbow as she handed you a drink. “You’ve got it bad. Suit yourself. But if you keep looking at him like that, he’s bound to notice.”

You took a sip of your drink, hoping the cold liquid would calm the fluttering in your chest. But even as you stood there, trying to play it cool, you felt that familiar pull—the one that kept drawing your gaze back to him. And when your eyes flicked up to the DJ booth again, you froze.

Because this time, Ace was already looking at you.

And he didn’t look away.

Nami noticed immediately, of course. She raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer with a mischievous grin. “Ohhh, he definitely caught you staring.” You rolled your eyes, trying to play it off. “So what?” you said, shrugging. “I don’t care if he notices or not. I’ve made up my min-”

“Finally. It was about time, but be careful because you never know who will approach who first” she cuts me off. “Yeah…right…but chill out first.” you answer back nervously taking a sip off your drink again.

As you leaned against the bar, sipping your drink, your mind refused to stay quiet. No matter how much you tried to focus on the music, the crowd, or even Nami’s playful teasing, your thoughts kept drifting back to him.

Did he really notice me? Or was it just a coincidence? you wondered, biting your bottom lip absentmindedly. And why does it even matter? It’s not like I came here for this, you try to lie to yourself.

You shook your head at yourself, frustrated. You barely knew him, and yet, the memory of that Halloween night still clung to you like a shadow. The way he had steadied you with such ease, the slight compliment he had left hanging in the air as he walked away—it had stuck with you longer than you wanted to admit.

Get it together, you thought. It’s just a crush. Just a moment. Nothing more.

But even as you tried to convince yourself, your mind betrayed you. Every time the bass dropped or the rhythm shifted flawlessly, you thought of him. Every glance toward the DJ booth made your pulse quicken, wondering if he’d look back again, which unfortunately he always did. Every single time he did.

'Cause baby, tonight

The DJ got us falling in love again

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After what felt like forever the party was dying down and may people had already left. Nami had gone off with some blond guy, who happened to be her co-worker.  Now you found yourself standing alone in your reserved space, the energy from the dance floor a distant hum compared to the whirlwind of thoughts in your head.

The alcohol had started to wear you down, leaving you more tired than tipsy, so you swapped your drink for something lighter—a soda lemon—the cool fizz a relief as it hit your tongue.

You leaned against the small table, the condensation from your glass dripping onto your fingers as you absentmindedly traced patterns on the surface. The party around you carried on, people laughing, dancing, and living in the moment, but you felt like you were somewhere in between—still present, yet lost in your own mind.

The thumping bass vibrated through your chest, but you felt distant, the high from the night’s excitement starting to fade into something quieter. Your body was tired from dancing, and the weight of everything—the memories, the glances, the what-ifs—was settling in.

Meanwhile Ace was still there, focused on his set, and even though you were tucked away in your little corner, you couldn’t help but wonder if he noticed you were gone from the dance floor. Not that it matters, you reminded yourself for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.

But still, you lingered.

“Yo,” he drawled, his tone casual but laced with amusement. “Looks like the dance floor wore some of y’all out already.”

A soft chuckle rippled through the crowd, but you barely noticed—because something about the way he said it made your breath catch.

Then, with a slight pause, he added, almost too casually, “Or maybe... some of you were too busy stealing glances to keep me up.”

Your eyes shot up to the DJ booth, heart pounding. Ace stood there, one hand on the mixer, the other holding the mic close to his lips. His gaze lingered on you.

“Hate to break it to you, but it’s about that time.” A collective groan echoed from the crowd, but Ace just chuckled softly into the mic.

“I know, I know,” he teased. “Wish we could go all night too. But let’s wrap this up the right way.” The beat dropped one last time, a perfect blend of energy and finality. The crowd surged with renewed excitement, determined to make the most of the last few moments.

You, however, stood frozen in your little corner, the reality settling in. The night was ending, and with it, the lingering anticipation that had been crackling in the air between you and Ace. As he worked through his final mix, Ace’s voice came through one more time, low and playful.

“Hope y’all had fun tonight... some of you more than others.” you found him already looking your way. That little motherfu-

The crowd had thinned out, the music fading into a soft hum as the night finally came to an end. People gathered their things, laughing and chatting as they headed for the exit. You exhaled softly, still feeling the remnants of the night’s energy buzzing through you. The memory of Ace’s teasing words lingered in your mind, refusing to let go.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the figure approaching until a voice, smooth and unmistakable, pulled you back to reality.

“Leaving already, ghostie?” You blinked, turning—and there he was.

Ace stood in front of you, close enough for you to catch the faint scent of cologne and a hint of something smoky. His dark hair was a little messier now, a few strands falling over his forehead and finally without a mask on, a signature smirk played on his lips like he knew exactly what effect he had on you. He had remembered you.

“Didn’t think you’d notice, either remember…” you teased, trying to match his energy. Ace chuckled softly, his eyes locking onto yours.

Swear I've seen you before

I think I remember those eyes

 “Hard not to,” he replied smoothly. “You’ve been catching my eye few nights now.”

Your pulse quickened, and you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Guess the feeling’s mutual.”

He tilted his head slightly, amused. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice low and deliberate. “I figured.”

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You don’t remember where along the lines of sharing a drink and a joint with Ace and hopping on his motorcycle, you ended up at your door making out with him. The heat between you intensified as his hands gently cupped your face, pulling you closer, while yours found their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

Every movement felt electric, a mix of urgency and tenderness as you both lost yourselves in the moment. His lips were rough against yours,yet a slow, teasing rhythm that made your heart race. There was something about the way he kissed you—like he was savoring every second of it, as if he wanted to remember it forever, his hand roaming all over your body.

“Find that goddamn key” he says and leans to kiss you again. He tilted his head slightly to allow himself access to deepen the kiss. His tongue ran along your bottom lip in a silent request for entrance. Ace slowly pulled away just enough to look at you. A smirk crept onto his face while keeping his hold firm on your waist, not allowing you to move away. His pupils dilated at the sight of your flustered expression.

You immediately look away and search for the keys in your bag. After finding them you quickly open the door. With a swift motion, Ace lifted you into his arms in a bridal style and carried you inside, then he shut the door behind him with a kick. As soon as the door closed his lips were back on yours in a rough, heated kiss. His tongue immediately demanded access to your mouth. Hands holding onto your waist firmly and slowly walking you backwards until your back is pressed against the wall.

His body pressed against yours, pinning you between himself and the wall while his hands traced along the sides of your body, leaving a trail of heated kisses along your jaw. Ace continued his ministrations, his lips trailing down to your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive area to leave a mark. One of his hands slowly crept up to intertwine with one of yours while the other began to wander lower to your hip.

“The bedroom is that way” you mention towards its door.  

Ace chuckled against your neck, the sound being muffled as he continued placing kisses over your skin, "As you wish~" He replied before suddenly hauling you up and throwing you over his shoulder. One of his hands gently spanked your buttcheek as he began walking towards the bedroom.

He walks over to the bed before suddenly dropping you down on it with a soft thump. His body was between your legs, the sudden action placing him over you as he hovers his own above you. He looked down at you a cocky smirk on his lips.

"Look at ya … All flustered for me.” He leaned down to nuzzle your neck once again, peppering it with kisses as he spoke. "I could get used to this view…” He moved off you and took off his shirt. His board shoulders, defined biceps and abs at your display. You couldn’t help but stare and touch, your hands now roaming on his body, feeing every muscle of his.

What took you off was the tattoo in his left arm. It was just his name in a colon, with a crossed “S”, which got you wondering who the mysterious “S” could be.

“You like it?” he asks with a smug grin on his face.

“Luv it. What’s the ‘S’ for?” you answer looking directly into his eyes. He chuckles for a moment and turns his head tom the side before facing you again. “This would be the worst moment for me to start talking about my brothers..” he says and you were still staring at him a little confused.

 Before I could even ask him further more Ace leaned back down on you  and started pulling your clothes off, his hands slowly move to the buttons on your shirt, slowly unbuttoning them one by one in a tantalizing pace like he was unwrapping a present. Ace's gaze was focused on your body as he revealed it to his eyes, tracing the curves with his eyes before his lips began to follow suit. Soft, gentle kisses were peppered across every piece of newly exposed skin. He took his time taking off your top and most importantly, unclasping your bra.

Put your hands on my body

His lips kissing all over the valley of your breasts while one arm wraps around your body and he pops the bra open with one hand. His other hand immediately pulling the bra off so now your chest is exposed for his eyes. He leans to take a nipple in his mouth, licking at it and giving it little bites while his other hand plays with your other breast. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling oh him playing with your breasts and nipples, giving both of them the same affection.

 ‘’Squishy” he mumbles with a tiddie in his mouth, which made you giggle a little.

Then his hands roamed across your body with a certain confidence and familiarity while he slowly made his way down lower and lower, taking off your bottoms.

Leaving you on your panties only, Ace drops to his knees, hands drawing you towards his awaiting mouth. You watch the way his eyes are fixated  on your core. “Nice panties,” he pulls at the flimsy material “looks like someone planned on getting laid tonight.” Ace teases as he keeps nipping at your inner thigh, your thighs placed on his board shoulders.

“Yeah, and exactly with you” you spat back with a confidence that got washed off you as soon as he slipped your panties to the side.

“So wet” he smirks, his thumb coming in contact with your clit as he spreads your slick around. His other hand pushes your thighs to open more to give him more space, but his shoulder are too damn large-

You hold your breath when Ace moves closer, tongue taking its hirst taste lick that made your toes curl. Ace doesn’t say anything, he simply licks his lips and dives into you. His tongue parts your folds, dipping inside to taste your walls while your legs shake around his head. “Fuck, Ace-”

You reach down to grab his hair, applying enough pressure to his head to let him know you’re enjoying what he’s doing… if he can’t already tell from your desperately needy moans. His lips move to suction on your clit and a squeal escapes you, your back arching slightly at the sensation.

you’re also probably sensitive because this is Ace, because there’s been a build-up that’s left you ready to pop, and he seems intent on making you pop multiple times for him.

“Oh my God,” you whimper, eyes closed, abdominal muscles tensing with effort as his skilled tongue works you up. Ace groans against your pussy and it’s one of the sexiest things that’s ever happened to you. Your grip on his hair tightens, your core throbbing with pleasure already. When he adds two fingers into your dripping hole, you know you’re not going to last, but you don’t think he wants you to. His finger were so skiller, no wonder he is a DJ after all.

“Fuck, Ace-” You want to tell him how close you are to your release, but you can hardly get the words out between your moans. “I’m- holy shit-” Ace finger fucks you even harder, his mouth focusing on your clit, and you’re pretty sure he’s understood your garbled attempt to warn him, pretty sure he wants you to cum.

“Release for me Y/N. Don’t hold back. I want to taste all of you” he says and dives back into you, his mouth fully on you. You allow yourself to find your release, your back arching again as you tug on Ace’s hair, keeping his face between your legs. You grind down slightly, your body chasing your orgasm as it surges through you like fire in your veins.

“Condoms,” he says, pulling his fingers out of your core and standing up. Ace reaches for his discarded jeans that were laying on the floor, grabs them and pulls out two condoms from his back pocket.

“And I was the one getting teased for planning this..” you tease him, you legs rubbing against each other to create a little friction as the view in front of you was so tempting. Ace was now  naked, this boner fully hard, his abs looking delicious as he was ripping open the condom plastic wrap with his teeth. Could have asked him to go raw just for the show he was giving you, but you decided to zip it this time.

“You’re okay with this, right pretty?” he asks, needing reassurance from you one last time, and you nod eagerly. He just chuckles at your reaction

He leans down to hover over you once again, your legs wrapping around his waist. One of his hands is around the side of your neck, forcing your face upwards as he captures your lips into a slow but yearning kiss. His other hand his lining himself against your core, teasing you buy rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your slit. Whimpering from the feelings, his mouth swallowed every single one of your noises. After teasing for what felt like forever, he finally pushes himself in.

“So tight-“ he groans from the feeling, while pushing his cock fully into your hole. He felt so big, making you feel full. It took you a little to get used to him. “No one has fucked this pussy in so long, right baby..” such a talkative teasing man, but two can play this game.

“Been waiting for someone to fill it good” you say, which caught him off guard but it was enough to make him go. He started properly thrusting into you, his moves not so fast, but pounding, and hitting all the right places. It felt so good that it made you want to turn your head backward but Ace’s hand that was holding your head firm stopped you from doing so.

“Feeling yourself already Y/N?’’ he whispers , nibbling on your ear. This felt too intimate. Ace’s lips lingering from your skin behind your ear to your neck, giving it little bites that will most likely leave hickeys tomorrow, but you’re not complaining.

‘’It feels so good-  fuck” out moan out to the feeling on his thrusts. The way your walls sucked him in drove the two of you crazy. You felt the way his vein pulsed within you that it made you clench down onto him. Ace swore under his breath at the tight feeling you were creating around his pulsing length. “Fuck — keep clenching me like that angel and I'm not gonna last long for you.” Ace said as he held onto your hips tightly.

Incoherent words fall from your lips as you savored the delicious feeling of Ace’s cock gliding in and out of your sopping entrance. Ace traced his free hand up from its place on your hips and brought it to the front of your chest. Ace takes one of your breasts and places it into his hand, giving it a squeeze causing the two of you to moan. Ace takes one of your hardened nipples between his fingertips and pinches it. 

Moan, after moan leaves your lips as the sensations he is giving you. Behind the noise of your moans, you could hear the sound of skin slapping against one another and the squelching sounds coming out from your entrance. “Look at me as I fuck this pretty pussy of your angel.” He speaks roughly as he continues to plough into you. “Look at how. You. Take. It.” Ace emphasizes with each hard thrust into you.  You were so fucking

close, and his cocky attitude wasn’t making it better. He turned you on so much. Ace snaked his hand away from your breast and down to your front. His fingertips started to press down onto your clit and moving them side to side, causing you to moan out loudly. 

The repetitive sensation of Ace hitting your spot within your walls makes you see double the stars than before. “I’m gon—” Without warning you started to come around Ace’s length. You felt your body shiver at how intense the orgasm was. Your legs started to shake as you started to feel the overstimulation take its course considering that he had already made you cum once.

“That’s my good girl” he groans, feeling you clenching around him. “Come for me again baby” he says and captures your lips into an eager kiss. After a few more thrusts, strings of curses left Ace’s lips as his stomach clenched and thighs shake slightly as he let go inside of the condom completely.

As the two of you rode out your highs together, the weight of the situation between the two of you started to settle within the two of you. As Ace pulled himself out, cleaning you and throwing the used condom in the bin in the process, a deathifying silence fell. He fell lip next to you, and leaned on your arm to keep looking at you. You weren’t sure how to approach the topic. Do you say this was a one-time thing or are you guys actually together now? 

Noticing the way that  you were staring at him, he kind of figured out what you were thinking. He started laughing which made you feel uncomfortable at this point.

“What’s so funny?” you ask with a stern look on your face.

“Stop overthinking this. Instead fall asleep as I’m taking you out when you will wake up tomorrow.” He says and wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him, your back on his chest as he snuggles into your neck.

“Good. You got me worried for a second” you giggle “Good night deejay”. It was worthless waiting for his answer as he was already asleep. Kind of suspicious how fast he fell asleep so quicky but not much of a big deal at the moment, as sleep took you also.

'Cause baby, tonight

The DJ got us falling in love

author rights go all to @neospade

[keithbutgay]

the funniest thing about the over the garden wall soundtrack is that the entire thing is like calming jazz folk music and then there’s just this random 30 second electronic pop song three quarters of the way through

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Halloween time stuilly:

Billy wearing fake fangs and god, they turn Stu on so bad. He want those fangs on his lips, touching his tongue, biting into his neck- and Stu can't stop thinking about what it would feel like for Billy to blow him with the fangs. Would he bleed? He hoped he would bleed. Bleed just for Billy...

The thought made him squirm. He pressed his knees together and tried to keep his cool. At that moment, Billy looked back at him, a cup of red punch in his hand, and flashed his fangs out in a smile. It was like he knew what Stu was thinking, and holy fuck, Stu hoped Billy knew- he wanted Billy to know that all he thinks about is Billy and his fangs.

Billy sent him a wink before sipping from his drink. Punch dripped down his chin, adding to the fake blood, and Stu wanted, really wanted, to mess up that damn makeup with his own lips. So that's what he did.

He stood up from the couch and darted over to Billy, interrupting Sidney from leaning in to kiss him.

"Billy-" he gasped. "I- uh-" What was he doing? Now both of them were staring at him and all he could think about was fucking Billy in front of Sidney.

Billy lip twitched. "You're sick?" he said with fake urgency. "Let's get you to the bathroom." And he hooked his arm under Stu's, flashing an apologetic look to Sidney, before "helping" Stu up the stairs.

Billy shut the door to the bathroom and locked it. Luckily, there was no puke on the floor and it only smelled slightly of piss. But the closer Stu got to hovering over Billy, pushing him back into the door, if smelled more like the shorter man; acorn scented shampoo and fruit punch on his breath.

"Fucking want you so bad," Stu muttered, pressing his body against Billy.

Billy's lip twitched again and he tilted his head. "So fucking have me."

And Stu grabbed Billy's face and started eating at his lips, licking the now-dried punch, and smearing the fake blood all over. His hands cupped Billy's face, keeping him still, unable to run away, as Stu fucked the inside of his mouth with his tongue. God, the fangs were sharp and it felt so good as he ran his tongue under them. He didn't bleed though. Not yet.

Billy pushed Stu off him. "Jeez, you really have something wrong with you: being able to kiss for a minute without breathing," he said through gasps of air.

Stu smirked, "just takes practice."

And he connected their lips again. This time the fangs did make him bleed, and not only did Stu close his eyes and melt into the stinging pain, but Billy liked it too. He welcomed the blood into his mouth with a moan.

Billy flipped them around so now Stu was squirming against the door. "I'm going to make you wish you weren't dressed as Frankenstein's monster," Billy warned.

Not because Billy was into dead guys, no. Billy liked killing people, yes, but he didn't like fucking them after. He liked knowing Stu was his Adam-- that he was Stu's god. Just like in Frankenstein. He's a gothic lit nerd *shrugs*

[kakusu-shipping]

trick or treat! could I maybe request a sans undertale? (or papyrus if you'd rather write for him, i like giving options)

Your eyes fell on Sans, who stood proudly in a black tuxedo, hands in his pants pockets, with a sign around his neck with the word "sorry" written in his hand writing.

"Sans..." You spoke slowly, eyeing him up and down again, squinting to figure out his costume before he had the chance to tell you himself. His smile widened.

"yeah?"

You paused and squinted harder, your mind spinning possibilities. Suit sorry. Prom Apology. Regret Wedding. You were glaring at this point.

"somethin' wrong? too many treats already? or is this some kinda trick?" Sans asked, tilting his head at you. You considered just leaving, maybe the Halloween party wasn't worth it. Worth this. Worth the risk of being at the end of whatever this joke was.

You kept thinking.

Sans didn't say anything as you continued to stand there, door open, staring at him across the living room. He didn't move, didn't breath, just waited. He was use to watching you buffer at his jokes. He could wait as long as you needed.

Your eyes narrowed. Suit, Tux, Dress, Fancy, Formal-

"Formal Apology!" You suddenly shouted in realization. Sans immediately broke into a fit of laughter, presumably at his own joke, which made you too begin to chuckle.

Suddenly Papyrus' door upstairs slammed open, "DON'T LAUGH AT THAT, IT'S NOT EVEN THAT FUNNY!!"

[deathtodickens]

Later...

Claudia: Why do you look like that, man?

Pete: I can't get this bronzer to come off.

Claudia: Did you get the temporary stuff?

Pete: Tem... porary?

Claudia: Dude.

Pete: Huh, well that explains that.

Claudia: Why do you even have it on to begin with? And so much?

Steve enters the kitchen, stops and stares at Pete.

Steve: Who won an Oscar?

Claudia laughs, pointing at Pete.

Pete: Ha ha very funny.

Claudia: It was.

Pete: Hey, leave the jokes to a professional, okay? Of which, I am.

Steve: Not at all shockingly, you truly believe that.

Pete: It's the first day of October. I'm just trying out a few costumes before the 31st, to see if I can get H.G. back into the spirit of Halloween.

Steve: I wish you were lying.

Claudia: Do we want H.G. back in the spirit of Halloween? I recall the last Halloween that she was into being a bit too spirity.

Pete: Of course, we do--

Steve: Not. We absolutely do not. Do you not remember what happened?

Pete: Yeah, we all went on an amazingly awesome adventure in the Warehouse, together, as a family. We fought off animated Halloween decorations that stalked us in the dark. Myka used the zip-line upside-down like a bad ass to save her wife from encroaching darkness. And then we blew up every light in the warehouse to level an army of murderous, soul-snatching plastic skeletons--

Steve: That took us days to clean up...

Claudia: I'm still changing lightbulbs...

Pete: --and I'm not so sure all of those skeletons were plastic.

Claudia: It was kind of fun blowing up the Warehouse. You know, in a not-destructive kind of way.

Steve: No, no. It was destructive. It was a very destructive kind of way.

Claudia: Right. Sure. But we didn't have to artifact it back.

Pete: What's another warehouse explosion amongst friends, huh?

Claudia: I mean, I do still have some light bombs stashed away in my room. Don't tell Artie.

Pete: That's the spirit!

Steve: I just want to drink hot tea, read a book, and watch the weather change from the comfort of my own bed, in my own room. Is that so much to ask?

Steve does not wait for an answer. He turns and leaves the kitchen.

Abigail enters in his place, she stops and stares at Pete.

Then bursts into laughter.

Abigail: I really thought Myka was pulling my leg when she said you'd lathered yourself up in bronzer, just to play a prank on Helena.

Pete: It wasn't a prank. It was encouragement. She loves Halloween!

Abigail: She loved Halloween. I think the soul-snatching skeletal remains of a Spirit Halloween clearance sale sucked that love right out of her.

Pete: Well. She liked my costume.

Abigail: That's not what I heard.

Pete: Then you've heard nothing but dirty, rotten lies.

Abigail: Did she seem amused when you revealed your costume?

Pete: She didn't seem entirely unamused.

Abigail arches a skeptical brow at Pete.

Claudia: What was the prank?

Pete: Not a prank.

Claudia: What was the not-a-prank?

Abigail: Apparently, when Helena questioned him about (Abigail gestures toward Pete with her hand) this, he said, very enthusiastically, that he'd been bronzed.

Claudia: Peter Jenkins Lattimer.

Pete: That is not my middle name.

Claudia: The woman has trauma!

Pete: It was inspiration!

Claudia: Fueled by nightmares!

Abigail: I don't think the woman who spent a century encased in bronze needs to be inspired. Like, at all.

Pete: That was a century ago.

Claudia: No, it started a century ago. She's barely been free for one decade.

Abigail: You do know she remained conscious the entire time.

Pete: I know she remained conscious the entire time.

Claudia: And was so fucked up when she got out, all she wanted to do was destroy the world and everyone in it.

Pete: I mean, I was there. So yeah. I do recall her attempting to, at one point in time, destroy the world and everyone in it. Thankfully Myka's hotness saved our asses.

Claudia gasps.

Pete: What?

Claudia: You did bronzeface!

Pete: What? No. That's not a thing.

Claudia: You're doing it right now!

Pete looks to Abigail.

Abigail: Don't look at me. I was born this way.

Claudia: I can't believe you did bronzeface at H.G.

Pete: Stop saying it like it's a thing.

Claudia: People from the bronze sector do not deserve to be mocked in your incessant quest for validation and frights.

Pete: They are literally criminals.

Abigail: Wow, Pete. I really thought better of you.

Pete: You know what, I'm just going to go take a very long and very hot shower until either the bronzer or my skin comes off. Whichever happens first.

Pete exits.

Claudia, laughing and calling after Pete: Hey, maybe try painting yourself blue tomorrow instead. Pretty sure none of us has ever been Smurfed.

Claudia and Abigail fall into a fit of laughter.

Somewhere between the kitchen and the upstairs bathroom, Pete retrieves his phone from his pocket and says, "Hey Siri?"

She appears.

And Pete whispers into his phone, "What is bronzeface?"

[artbyfuji]

Hope you all had a frightful STRQOWEEN 🎃👻

[mischiefbuckley]

see I do believe we will get Eddie in a second Halloween costume on our screens that’s not the werewolf like again in the promo for episode 5 we see Hen in two different costumes and in regards to Eddie’s second costume it will be more in reference with the mustache like would love to see Freddie Mercury but also with the mention earlier prior to the start of season 8 where Ryan mentioned that he would love to play Zorro around the same time that they would have been doing costume fittings for season 8 so I think it is very much a possibility to see Eddie as Freddie or Eddie as Zorro on our screens this Thursday and I’m super excited to see what happens

[not-poignant]

You get spooky for spooky season?

So... Australia doesn't really do Halloween.

Or, 'we do for kids and we do for people who want to get drunk and otherwise no.'

We don't really do trick or treating. It's not normal for anyone to have confectionary by the front door or put up decorations, though it's becoming more common. Throughout my childhood it was a thing that only people in the US did, and to this day it's still how most people feel about it.

We don't have pumpkin spice (indeed, we don't have pumpkin pie, or most of the pumpkin things that are elsewhere). We don't have 'spooky' themed foods or drinks at cafes or other places. There are no franchises really participating in this outside of the stores that straight up sell decorations and lollies.

Also it's spring here, it's not autumn/fall. It's not getting cooler, it's getting warmer/hotter. By the time October 31st arrives, we will be getting a lot of days in the 30s (90s for the US folk). It's not pumpkin season. All the things that Samhain and All Soul's Night are meant to celebrate seasonally aren't happening, and it's actually the festival/sabbath of Beltane instead.

That being said, our dog was born on October 31st so idk it's Tobermory season!

I find 'spooky season' as a concept mostly kind of fun on Tumblr, but it's so very much not what Australia is doing, as we prepare to have Christmas in the blistering heat lmao.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Obligatory fancier outfit that must be present anytime I post outfits 

[copia]

the vessel outfit may have to go on an outing earlier than expected so makeup is ordered and i will have 1 day to practice before it's unleashed to a possible house party. help

[insanechayne]

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[goblin-enjoyer]

Been binging some new frogger vids at the moment (i heard 6v6 is coming back soon and am sadly getting hyped) and I had a horrifying realization about two of the characters in the series. behold my madness and weep at my lack of knowledge on both troll quadrants and character interactions. I'm not a fishmonger, I wouldn't know that stuff.

[simspaghetti]

🎵 Cupid draw back your bow, and let your arrow flow straight to my lover's heart for me, nobody but me 🎵

[victorluvsalice]

Welcome back to the Chill Valicer Save, where we have just hit Fall Thursday, aka Harvestfest! How did that go for our intrepid trio and their new robot housemate? Well –

-->Picked up where I left off at the end of the last update, with Victor just having upgraded the sink in the blue-and-white second-floor bathroom; Alice reading a werewolf book; Smiler playing chess; and Marm recharging outside by the tree in the back. I had Alice, Marm, and Smiler continue doing what they were doing (which, in Alice’s case, included petting Shadow before getting back to her book...standing up for some reason) and had Victor use the toilet before making it self-cleaning. Surprise the cat wandered in while he was doing that, so I had him say hi, give her some pets, and play with her with a laser pointer to help get their friendship up. I then went back to see how Alice was doing –

Only to catch her about to just eat some prepped seafood straight out of the container. At one of the fancy place settings on the table no less. *facepalm* I went “girl, put that back in your inventory and use it to make REAL FOOD” and thus had her make a fried fish plate instead. Because that’s exactly the kind of thing you want to make at like 2 AM in your underwear. XD On the other hand, the dish came out looking AMAZING (and I say this as someone who openly Does Not Like fish), so perhaps it IS the kind of thing you want to make at 2 AM! Probably not in your underwear, though. Flying grease and all.

-->While that was going on, a thunderstorm rocked up outside – I was promptly like, “Shit, Marm!” and directed him to get inside before his durability went down too much. Fortunately he made it into the house before there was any major trouble – and I was able to confirm that yes, it’s the scared emotion that causes that weird blank face plate on him. Guessing the eyes for that emotion were never rendered correctly on a Servo’s model (even though it appears on his portrait…). Anyway, I had him go play chess with Smiler, as he wanted to get Logic 3 for his Renaissance Sim aspiration, then checked in on Victor. He was done with the cats, so I had him come downstairs to give the washing machine the “Whisper Quiet” upgrade before directing Alice to get into her “Sim Sessions” outfit with the Delicate mood-improving bracelet –

Just in time to be like “are you trying to shower in the rain AGAIN?! No!” Fortunately she only got as far as just outside the back door before the action canceled out and she changed clothes like I asked. Even better, her stopping there made me see that a trash plant had somehow sprouted on the back porch! O.o Like, what the hell? I didn’t even realize any trash had been left out there – certainly not for that long! I had Alice uproot the darn thing and throw it away, then – after looking at her wants and seeing she wanted to finish reading a book – bought a couple more werewolf books for her to peruse, telling her to try out “Fanged Friends Forever.” She did so –

And for some reason took it out onto the front porch to read. O.o Like, okay, Marm had just gone into the living room to watch sports after losing his chess match to Smiler, but surely she could have found a better place to read a werewolf story than on the porch in a thunderstorm?? Then again, she is Erratic, and they have no fear of storms, so… *shrug* She successfully finished the book, so that’s all I care about! Now I just have to have her reread it so she can finally unlock that “secret werewolf writings” ability…

-->Anyway – with Alice thus occupied, I had chess champion Smiler go and give the fridge in the kitchen the “Freshmaker” upgrade while Victor finished up the washing machine upgrades and petted Shock, then had them move onto giving the oven a “Self Cleaning” upgrade while Victor grabbed some leftover chili for breakfast (he was GOING to have ice cream, but I was like “come on, have a proper meal for breakfast for once”). Once Victor was full, I had him get dressed and head out to the greenhouse to see what plants needed tending, while I checked on the animals to see if any of them desperately needed anything. Fortunately, they did not, so I didn’t have to send anybody out in the storm! I instead had Marm resume his chess playing; sent Alice to her and Victor’s bedroom to start a new Playful book (called “Nicer Stories of Wonderland,” because she does have a few); and sent Smiler down to the basement to make another bottle of potato nectar. I then went to check back in on Victor –

And saw, to my surprise, that no plants needed tending! O.O Well, that’s rare. I decided to have Victor fertilize the lettuce and pumpkin in his oversized crops with some vitality fertilizer, then evolved a bunch of plants that were ready to advance to the next level of quality. I then had him bond with his enraged bees to calm them down, and grab a swarm to help pollinate the orchard trees at the back of the greenhouse. Which, uh, took a moment because I kept getting distracted checking in on everyone else. XD But he did do it eventually, and got the entire barn super-sold for a tidy profit. :) We love to see it!

-->As for everybody else – Alice kept plugging away on her book; Marm got Logic 2 from all his chess-playing, which was nice; and Smiler finished up their nectar without incident! Though while they were getting that sorted, I decided to check on the status of their canning machine, since I was curious to see if having to update the mod for the latest patches had wiped the inventory from it. It had not, fortunately –

But I’m glad I checked anyway, because the damn thing had a ton of milk in it, most of which was spoiled, and a decent amount about ready to go off. I quickly cleared out all the spoiled milks (by which I mean sold ‘em for $15 a pop because the game let me do that when I dragged them into Smiler’s inventory), then had Smiler make a box of cheese with most of what remained. They stuck the cheese in their inventory (which – shit, I don’t remember if I put it in the fridge or not), then flew over to the study to fix up Marm, whose durability was looking a little iffy, poor guy. Happily Smiler quickly got him fixed up, and he settled in to recharge his flagging battery –

[gootube]

he loves it don't worry

bonus halloween family reunion doodles