#THIS WAS WHAT I WAS LOOKING FORRRR

[valentineveils]

HAS ANYONE DONE THE NECROPOLIS GRAVEYARD PUZZLE . IM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND TRYING TO FIND WHAT OPENED

[which-hospital]

I now own two old copies of Radio Times and I don’t remember making that purchase??

I do remember why, you can already see what the TV schedules were online but I wanted to read the letters pages

(they’re longer than they are now, I feel like they give readers’ comments like half a page these days, but then whose first choice to talk about TV is to write into their favourite magazine anymore?)

also it seems that if you wanted to fight a Casualty writer in the 80s, in the absence of Tumblr, you would write into Radio Times and then Radio Times would pass it onto them for you (to get a reply) which must have been satisfying because I would also like to know that the Casualty writers know I want to fight them

[jenoslutie]

F o r C e r t a i n I k.mg

pairing: fwb!mingyu x fem!reader

warnings: sex in a club bathroom, semi public sex, unprotected sex, reader and mingyu have a teeny bit of alcohol in their systems, creampie, switchy!mingyu, switchy!reader though there isnt much implications of power dynamics theyre just horny. also, a littleeeee bit of reader x seungcheol because yeah.

a/n: forrrr...... the lovely @seokgyuu !!! surprise mitchie!!! i was your secret cupid!! :D i hope you enjoy this little sumsum. sorry this is late, ive been insanely busy BUT im done finally. this is heavily inspired by f o r c e r t a i n by partynextdoor!!!! (you should give it a listen while reading :D !!!!) also, thank you @ddeonghwa-s for hosting this wonderful collab hehe!!! this was so fun and cute.

“Mingyu!” You called out, suddenly catching a glimpse of him in the crowd. The music was far too loud for him to hear you though. Your attempt, though, fell on deaf ears, Mingyu still had his back turned to you, downing a shot alongside Soonyoung. Pushing through the crowd, you finally reached Mingyu.

“Mingyu!” He turned around when he felt you tap him. His smile was big at the sight of you,“You made it!” Engulfing you in a big Mingyu hug, it was one of his best qualities, the huge bear hugs he gives.

Just then, you feel a presence behind you, “Y/N?” You turned around and there was none other than Choi Seungcheol, you watched him give you a once over before meeting your eyes “You look fucking amazing tonight.”

“Cheol!” Seungcheol hugged you before dragging you away from Mingyu and your other friends, not that you were complaining though. Seungcheol was hot, one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen. His big, warm body pressing up against yours while you danced together was not how you expected tonight to go but, here you were and you were having the time of your life.

You were so engrossed in Seungcheol that you didn't notice Mingyu glaring at the both of you from across the room. He hated seeing you with another guy, especially if it was Seungcheol, his best friend.

You were sick. Sick of all the women that you watched all the women flirt back and forth with Mingyu tonight. You knew he looked good tonight, he always does. But something was different in the air today, everyone was all over your man. Well…he just didn't know he was your man yet. It's not like the two of you were dating but everyone can tell that there is something going on between the two of you.

Most people.

You watched each and every girl come up to him, make a move on Mingyu and him happily flirting back. Does no one notice you practically latched to his side? Did no one see you two walk in together? Did no one see the way you danced with him? On the dance floor, Mingyu kept you pressed to his front, the two of you grinding on each other

"Why are you so quiet?" Mingyu raised his eyebrow at you. You shrugged and looked away, ignoring his question. As glad as you were that he noticed your change in attitude, you can't cave in that easily. He tried to get you to tell him what was wrong but no matter how many times he asked, you continued to ignore him.

You almost thought you lost his attention when you watched another girl walk up to him and offer to buy him a shot, to which he happily accepted. You watched as she made small talk with Mingyu while the Bartender got the shot ready. Scowling at the sight of Mingyu entertaining the girl was enough to have you giving up on even trying to care about what was happening in front of you. It was safe to say you were royally pissed off. Until, you felt Mingyu’s soft hand on your cheek.

He turned your head to the side, facing him again. He had the shot infront of him and a wedge of lime in his free hand. You were taken aback when he set the lime in between your lips before downing the shot. You were about to take the lime out, completely uninterested and unfazed by the bitter sour flavour when he leaned down and sucked the lime off your lips.

Oh…

Oh.

The girl, taken aback, left the scene before you even got a proper look at her. Mingyu gave you that stupid smile of his he always does. The sweet, bright smile he always does makes you feel like you're the only girl for him. And in the moment, it felt as if you really were the only girl for him.

“Stop frowning, you know I only want you.” His lips lowered to yours again, engulfing you into a passionate kiss that had you gripping onto him for dear life. “Mingy-” You were cut off by a groan from Mingyu, “I think I need you,”

You pull away, pouting up at him playfully, “You think?”

“Baby, you and I both know how bad I need you.” You made a sound of disapproval, “I’m not too sure about that, why don't you show me instead?”

Without saying much more, Mingyu grabbed your hand, leading you to the bathroom in the far back of the club. “I need to be in you like now.”

And before you knew it, you were pressed against the bathroom door, your lips on Mingyu’s as he rushes to get your little dress off you. Mingyu’s hands trailed over your soft skin; feeling up on every inch of your bare skin. Every kiss of his lips, every drag of his tongue, every touch of his hands had you falling deeper and deeper into a trance. He relished in the moans you let out, becoming more and more eager to please. You press a hand to his chest, pushing him back a little. “I’m gonna suck you off.” As confident as you wanted to sound, your voice betrayed you, coming out as more of a whimper than anything. Mingyu didn’t complain in the slightest, letting you fall to your knees and tug his pants down.

“You’re always so good with your mouth, aren’t you?” Mingyu cooed, watching as you pulled his underwear down to his ankles before placing a big, opened mouthed kiss to his tip. “Yeah? How good?”

“Mingyu~” You groaned out when he pulled the cups of your bra down, latching onto one of your nipples. “Please Gyu, I need you.” Mingyu hummed, pulling away from your nipple with a ‘pop’.

“Fuck, bend over for me baby.” His voice was strained when he asked but you listened still, you slid your panties down, stepping out of them and discarding them somewhere in the little bathroom before bending down onto the counter. Mingyu lined himself up with your cunt, letting out a loud moan from behind you, the feeling of your arousal dripping all over his tip. “You get this wet from just a little teasing?” He chuckled.

“You’re gonna take my cock like a good little slut, yeah?” A swift smack to your ass with one hand gets you moving. You slowly push back onto him, taking more and more of his cock in you with each movement.

Mingyu hummed once he was fully buried inside you. You began to bounce on his cock and you could see all thoughts leave Mingyu’s mind. The both of you knew he loved seeing you like this, desperate and putting in the work to reach your high. The alcohol combined with the pleasure you were giving him made him more sensitive than usual but he was not gonna let you do all the work. “Fuck–stop–stop moving, please.” You tense up immediately, coming to a halt.

“Baby, are you okay?” Your voice was soft yet hoarse from the moans you were letting out. “I-I'm okay! Just let me do it, watching you is so hot I was about to cum already.” He had the audacity to sound sheepish while he said it, but either way, you agreed and let him take control back.

“Aren’t you such a good girl?” He muses, hiking your leg up on the sink so he could reach deeper inside you. Mingyu mumbled a small “good girl” under his breath before pushing into you once again. You moaned loud, feeling his cock filling you up to the brim. He trailed a hand to your front to rub your clit and you moan out when he wraps his other hand around you to grope your breast and tweak your nipple between his fingers.

“You wanna make me yours so bad don't you? Hate seeing all these girls on what’s yours?” Mingyu’s breath was right on your ear, sending shivers down your spine. God, this man was so fucking hot. “Yes,” You nodded, “Hate seeing them near you, you’re only mine.”

“Yeah?” Mingyu’s cock twitch inside you, his thrusts growing erratic a clear indication that he’s right on edge “You’re mine too baby, hate seeing other guys all over you, especially that fucker Seungcheol.” Mingyu sounded beyond fucked out, keeping your hips pressed against him, tight.

“Make me your slut daddy,” You begged, trying to meet Mingyu’s thrusts but he tightened his grip on your waist, holding you in place and fucking you harder. “What a little slut,” Mingyu chided with a broken moan. “Tell me how much you enjoy this, hm? Tell me how much you like how I fuck you.”

“F-fuck Gyu, like it so much, love how you fuck me” You could barely hold yourself up at this point, relying solely on Mingyu to hold you up. “I need to cum, Gyu– I’m so close.”

“Cum for me baby,” He groaned, feeling you get impossibly tighter around him, your walls spasming as you came around him. He helped you ride out your orgasm, fucking you through it while you wailed pathetically, begging for him to cum in you. “Please cum Gyu, please fill me up. I need to feel your cum inside me, I want it so much.” It only takes a few more thrusts for him to tighten his hands around your hips and press you firmly against him, burying himself deep inside your cunt and releasing his hot load inside you. Thick spurts of cum fill you up as he moans your name like he had no shame whatsoever, like you're the only people around. Mingyu fucks his cum deeper inside you. His grip on your hips loosened and you fell forward on the counter, barely keeping yourself up anymore.

“Fuck Gyu, you fuck so hard when youre possessive like that.” You uttered between laboured breaths and he let out a breathy chuckle. “And you get so turned on when I’m like that. So I guess it's a win-win huh?”

“Hm..sure.” You cheekily replied.

Mingyu chose just then to pull out, making you whine at the feeling. Staying in that position while Mingyu fixed his own clothes before your own, pulling your bra back into its position and finding your panties, placed right next to your feet, and pulling them up before doing the same with your dress.

“We look like a mess.” You huffed, attempting to fix yourself up in the mirror but Mingyu scoffed, “I’d say I look like a mess, you still look as beautiful as ever baby.” Pulling you against him and pressing a small kiss to your lips. “You’re acting a little too much like a boyfriend right now.” You mused, smiling up at him coyly.

���Yeah? He smirked, “Guess you’ll have to give me an upgrade to boyfriend status soon.”

“We’ll see…” You pretended to hesitate, giving him a disapproving look before turning on your heel, walking towards the bathroom door.

“You can take me home for a round two, by the way.” You playfully winked at him, unlocking the door and exiting the bathroom. And without hesitating, Mingyu followed right after you, calling an Uber for the both of you back to his place.

Bonus:

Days after the club incident and a while of non stop texting with Mingyu, you finally received the message from him that you’d been waiting for.

mingyu: you know. mingyu: i'm really expecting a boyfriend upgrade

you: yeah? why should you get that?

mingyu: let’s be real i cannot stand going out again without you being mine. mingyu: i think i’ll genuinely crash out if i see another man try to hit on you mingyu: and you know i’ve been dying to make you mine.

you: have you?

mingyu: dont ask me no stupid questions, you know damn well. you: well then, come over and make me yours gyu.

mingyu: bet, be there in 15, get ready for me baby.

[katiekatdragon27]

Hey. Hey, guys. You'll never guess what I've been drawing.

Glisten: ...??

Glisten and his lame ass boyfriends!!!!!! Cheers to art dumps <3

[CW: SUGGESTIVE JOKE] More doodles below cut:

So! I know most of you come for the shinyshrimp stuff (WHICH WE WILL GET TO) but let me yap about Glisten and Razzle for a bit.

I LOVE YOU GLITTERMASK THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU GLITTERMASK-

Glisten and Razzle got together like 3 months after Glisten and Boxten broke up. Razzle never really looked to Glisten that much outside of acquaintances (cuz he was kinda sorta lowkey jealous of Glisten's charisma and stage-presence). In fact, they were much more focused on Vee and maybe possibly had a crush on her, which is really funny in hindsight with Dazzle lol. However, after learning that Vee was a lesbian/being very rudely rejected by her, Razzle found comfort in Glisten and fell head-over-heels almost immediately.

The only problem is, Razzle has -10000 aura. His ass cannot be flirty or cool-charismatic at all.

Glisten: What do you do when you aren't distracting? Razzle: (Glisten likes mysterious people) I sell drugs!! Glisten: ... Excuse me? Razzle: (But Glisten also likes kind people) But ONLY to kids in need! Dazzle: (STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP-) *defeated whimper*

Razzle thinks he's that guy (they're not, they're pathetic honestly lol)

Also like, Razzle is suuuper dense when it comes to everyone except Dazzle. They struggle with self-reflection and other-people reflection, so he is completely convinced he is doing all the right things, when in actuality, they are very very very cringe.

Razzle: No see Dazzie, this is why they call me Rizzle. Dazzle: (No one has EVER called you that.)

Denseness is one hell of a drug, aye, fellas?

Dazzle is being pulled through the wringer trying to preserve whatever was left of her (and Razzle's) pride. It's not working. Girl is fighting for their life every time she is dragged over by Razzle in order to say a horrible pick-up line to Glisten.

(This is all pre-relationship btw. After they get together it becomes an inside joke and Glisten retorts with his own awful (although not nearly as bad) pick-up lines)

Now the moment you've been waiting forrrr 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

✨ Shinyshrimp ✨

I love them chat, I love them sm. They have so much drama and love and interesting things going on, they're so cool and fun n stuff and AUGHHHHH💥💥💥

Shrimpo being that one guy who craves affection but would literally bite anyone who gives it to him is so real to me. Homie wants a hug but ends up suplexing whoever hugged him outta reflex. Glisten, on the other hand, is one of the most affectionate people ever. He's not affectionate to everyone, but when you catch his interest (both platonic and romantic), he is very verbally and physically affectionate. He'll buy you things, he'll give you hugs, he'll let you invade his personal space, all stuff he would never let normies do.

Shrimpo loves this, however, homie has no idea how to deal with any kind of affection in a positive way. Cat-coded ahh guy. Glisten does find this amusing tho, so he's more inclined to be affectionate with Shrimpo to help him "get over it" in a way.

This is just for shits and giggles. I feel like everyone should draw this meme with their ships. It's a canon event at this point.

What can I say? He was hungry.

Can't forget my fankids. I love my fankids. I miss my fankids. I need to draw my fankids more istg I need to revamp their ask blog soon (especially with some new editions coming soon).

Also Hamlet looks smaller because most of his internal structure is made of ribbon and stuffing, so he shrinks into a ball when happy. He also loafs like a cat, what a guy.

Also also also what the skibidi sigma happened to my prep-jock ship?? Why is it backwards???

I drew these because I had a vision of the little doodle below and only thought it would work if they were swaped... sooooo... here we are.

Scapmi is a preppy goth-ish shrimp with an eye for fashion and artistry. With a smart mouth and a massive ego, he often comes off as an annoyance to others. He loves to be front and center in everything but often has to fight with his internalized idea that everything is a competition that he needs to win no matter what. It causes him a lot of stress and self-doubt, but he'd never let anyone see his weaknesses.

Gash is a shrap-toned violent mirror who speaks more with his fists than his voice. He hates everything that is not himself (and sweets) and makes sure people know that. He used to be a perfectionist, but after an accident permanently cracked his face, he dropped his "perfect" persona in favor of a messy, more hateful one. He wants connection but doesn't know how to express his needs in an understandable way, and that frustrates him immensely.

As you can see, match made in heaven.

Gash: DUDE, WHAT THE F*CK!? Scampi: There's a smudge on you- Gash: I DON'T CARE! LET GO!! Scampi: Not 'til I'm done. (Your natural blush is gorgeous; shame it's on you tho)

So yeah, swap shinyshrimp lore drop yippee.

Have a good one chat, til I reappear again✌️✌️

[nerdy-novelist017]

Perfect (Benny Cross x Shy! Reader pt 7)

The chapter we've all been waiting forrrr! 🤗 I won't lie to you, I'm slightly terrified to post this chapter, but you all are so kind. I hope this is everything you wanted it to be! 🫶

Benny X Bunny Masterlist

Word Count- 3.8k (woah, got a little carried away)

Summary- You've lived your whole life according to what everyone else wanted you to be. Tonight would be the first night of your new life -- one where you decided who you were.

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You took a deep breath, holding it in for a few moments in an attempt to calm your quickened pulse. You had spent the whole rest of the day yesterday thinking about nothing but your future. What was set in stone and what was up to you. You knew what you didn’t want, that much was clear to you now. But could it be possible to have what you wanted when you weren’t even sure if that was what you were?

By the time you had dressed and made your way downstairs for breakfast, you felt as though you were being torn in two. One side was what your head told you to do, the more sensical side. And the other was what your heart wanted to do, the more exciting side. You entered the kitchen where your mother stood at the stove, her hair still in rollers and an apron tied around her waist as she prepared breakfast. 

“Morning, Mama,” you greeted quietly as you approached her to help. Cooking breakfast was your usual routine with your mother, a time spent with secretive giggles and never-ending stories. It was a time where the two of you would be uninterrupted, consumed by only each other in your own world. A place where you would complain to her about your boy troubles at school or how the popular girls were mean to you that day. And as you grew older, and things like high school drama no longer seemed to matter, it became a place where you could talk to her about her life. Where she would tell you how to be mindful of the world around you as she taught you to make poached eggs. A place where she had mentioned numerous times how happy she was because of her family, because of you.  A safe place – home. 

“Morning, honey,” she replied as she shot you her usual cheerful smile. “Coffee’s on the table.”

You thanked her as you poured yourself a cup. You put your apron on and began to help with the homemade pancake batter. You were so lost in the endless sea of thoughts that when your mother mentioned a familiar name, you nearly spilled the bowl of batter. 

“What?” you asked as you looked over at her. 

“I said Pete came by, asking for you,” she repeated as she did a double take at your crestfallen expression. 

“He did?” you inquired in a small voice. “Did he . . . say anything?”

“He asked if he could speak with you. He seemed real insistent,” she laughed. “I had to tell him you were in the shower to finally get him to leave.”

At your silence, she continued hesitantly, “How did your date go?”

You sighed, “It was . . . okay.”

“He seems like a real nice guy.” 

You nodded weakly, feeling oddly reluctant to tell her what had happened at the golf course, the anger in his eyes, the sudden volume in his voice as he slammed his hands against the car.

She lowered the spatula she was using to stir the scrambled eggs, and she turned to face you fully. “Is everything okay, (Y/N)?” 

You nodded again but when you glanced up at her, you could see the disbelief in her eyes. You could fool a lot of people, but your mother was never one of them. 

“What’s going on?” she prodded in that controlled mix of gentle firmness that only mothers can conjure. You were silent for several long beats, unsure of how to vocalize your feelings. 

“I don’t think I want to go out with Pete anymore, Mama,” You admitted softly and being able to speak those words aloud for the first time felt like a tremendous weight had been lifted off your shoulders so you go on, “I don’t like the way he treats me compared to others. I can’t see myself being married to him.”

She fell quiet for a few agonizing moments, and you worry that you might have said too much. You avoided her gaze, looking down at the raw batter in front of you as you tried to figure out how you can fix what you’ve just said. 

But then, “Is there someone else you met?”

You looked back at her face, your heart sinking at the sight of her serious, unreadable expression and your mouth suddenly felt too dry to speak. You only nodded. 

She looked down at her pan of eggs for a moment. “Was it that blonde boy? The one with the motorcycle?”

Your mouth fell open in shock. “How–?”

“I saw him drop you off last night,” she explained. “I was reading in my bedroom when I heard the engine pull up. And when I looked out the window, I saw the two of you standing there.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the realization that Benny was not a secret of yours anymore. He was living in your reality now, a figure to receive the scutanty of your parents, of your neighbors, of your family. The thought left a pit to form in your gut. 

“Your father will never approve of that, (Y/N),” she said, firmly shooting down your outlandish hopes. “You know that.”

“I know. I just . . . ” you trail off with a sigh as you sink into one of the chairs at the small breakfast table in the kitchen. “He’s not like anyone I’ve ever met before, Mama. He’s fun and exciting. He just seems to understand me so perfectly. And the way he talks to me, the way he makes me feel about myself . . .”

Your mother abandoned her position at the stove to sit in the chair beside you. “That isn’t a practical choice, honey. It’s not going to guarantee you any stability for your future. I want you to have a good life, to live in a good house with a husband that has a good job. He isn’t that and who knows if he will ever be able to provide you with those things.”

You swallowed the painful lump forming in the back of your throat as you looked down at your lap, knowing that she’s right. 

Her hand slid across the table to grab yours tightly. “But I also saw the look on his face as he watched you walk up to the house. That look of pure devotion and love.” There were tears shining in her eyes as she struggled to speak. “And I realized I have never seen your father look at me the way that boy looked at you.” 

Your heart shattered at her admission, and you squeezed her hand tightly, stunned into silence. 

“All I want in life is for you to be happy. That’s all I want. Every time I see a shooting star or blow out the candles on my birthday cake, I make a wish for you to live a happy life.” She swallowed thickly as her eyes fluttered over your features. “I understand that your happiness might not look the same as mine, and that’s okay. Your father won’t approve of this, and you know how he gets. But I will always support you – always.”

“Oh, Mama,” your voice cracked as you stood quickly to wrap your mother in a tight hug. 

As you stood in the embrace of your mother’s arms, you realized it had been a long time since you had been consoled like this by her. And in this moment, you felt like a little girl again, still in need of your mother’s infinitely understanding advice and kind hugs. Muffled by her sweater, you whispered, “You make me happy, Mama.” 

“You make me happy too, my girl,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. She pulled back eventually, holding you by the shoulders. “I want you to choose the thing that will bring you happiness.”

You nodded and she reached out to wipe the tears that had fallen down your cheeks as she said, “Now, help me finish breakfast before those eggs start to burn.”

“Yes, Mama,” you laughed, sniffing as you watched her move back to the stove, noticing the undeniable actions of her swiping at her own tears as she did. 

And now you stand, at the threshold of someplace you’d never expected to be, you’re nervous, but sure of yourself. Thunder rolled through the sky as a storm brewed in the distance, and you almost laughed at the realization that you had successfully outran the storm, a strangely comforting irony. Releasing your breath, you push open the door before you could give it another thought. 

The inside of the Vandals clubhouse is bustling with people, more than you had ever seen in one small place. Cigarette smoke filtered through the air, covering the environment in a haze. Loud voices, glass clinking, cue balls clacking against the pool tables all mix together with the music playing from the jukebox in the back. Overwhelmed, you stand in the doorway for a moment, eyes scanning through the sea of bodies covered in the infamous Vandals colors. After a moment of hesitation and a brief thought of turning around and going back out the door you came in, you pushed on, sliding into the room like a boat into a river. Weaving your way through the packed bar, you passed a few tables where someone bumped into you as they stood from their seat. You apologized and tried to move by, but the unfamiliar man reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“Where are you off to, pretty little thing?” he asked, his voice slurring as he tried to grin at you but he must have been seeing double because his eyesight was staring at the spot over your right shoulder. Before you could respond, someone else from the table spoke up, his voice barely heard over the noise of the bar.

“Hey, I know you,” he said, his dark slicked back hair and clean shaven face familiar, but you couldn’t place his name. “You’re Benny’s girl.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his words and you shrunk into yourself a bit, losing a bit of your already wavering confidence.

“It’s Wahoo,” he clarified as he too stood from his seat, moving to grab his drunk friend and pull him away from you. “Don’t let him bother you, he didn’t know who you were, was all.”

You nodded, grateful for his help. “Is Benny here?”

“Yeah, ’was over by the pool table in the back last I saw,” Wahoo responded as he pointed in the general direction. 

You tried to steady your pounding heart as you made your way to the back of the bar. Brushing into a temporarily clear path, that’s when your eyes found his tall, lean figure, that dirty blonde hair and wicked grin. Your steps faltered a bit. He hadn’t seen you yet, you could still turn around and go back to your ordinary life. But that wasn’t what you wanted anymore. You were scared, but you were here anyway. You approached the table where you saw other faces you recognized (Johnny, Brucie, Gail, Zipco and a few others whose names you hadn’t committed to memory yet) but none of them were your primary focus. 

Gail was the first to notice you nearing, and she elbowed her husband to get his attention as she said something you couldn’t quite detect in the loudness of the bar. But her commotion with Brucie garnered Johnny’s interest as he two turned to look at you, a smile breaking out across his face. Benny turned from his sidestance, his eyes scanning over the crowd in an attempt to see what was so important to distract the players while the game continued. His eyes roved over your face for a fleeting second, continuing on before jumping back to you in a flustered doubletake. 

Then suddenly, you were on the other end of the pool table, directly across from Benny who looked at you as though you were an apparition. You leaned your hands to rest against the pool table, trying to look more confident than you were as you felt the eyes of every person near the pool table on you. 

“Bunny?” Benny asked, almost speechless as he handed his pool stick off to Zipco. He rounded the table to be closer to you as he continued. “What–what are you doin’ here?” 

“I came to speak with you,” you respond, eyes glancing at the others around the table before landing on him again. “To ask you something.”

He got the hint loud and clear. “C’mon,” he said as he grabbed your hand in his own and pulled you through the room to the backdoor where he pushed it open and motioned for you to go first. 

It had already begun to rain lightly, tiny droplets hitting the concrete with a gentle pitter patter. The coolness of the outside air surrounded you in a pleasant way compared to the atmosphere inside. There were a few bikers out back smoking and talking, but Benny didn’t seem to mind their presence as he led you down the way, keeping under the dry safety of the overhang. 

“Is it always that busy?” you ask when you both stopped. With your back against the brick wall and Benny standing just in front of you, the overhang didn’t offer much room from the rain. But that didn’t seem to bother him either as his eyes were locked onto you despite the roof runoff hitting his jacket. 

“No.” He shook his head. “There was a convention in town today and most of those guys in there are from Columbus. I’m sure that’s pretty overwhelming for you.” 

Your heart fluttered at his gentle squeeze of your hand and you were acutely aware that he hadn’t let you go since pulling you along out here. “It wasn’t so bad.”

“Did you walk here?” he asked, and thunder rumbled somewhere behind him.

“No, I rode my bicycle,” you replied. “Bike, I should say, makes me sound cool like you guys.”

“You’re way cooler than me, Bunny,” he said, his voice low as he wore a lopsided smile.

You couldn’t help but mirror his expression as you looked up at him, realizing just how close the two of you were. The scent of his cologne tickled your nose in a way that sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach. It was almost unfair, you realized, that he was so effortlessly attractive – he looked good, he sounded good, he smelled good – and you don’t think he even knew the effect he had on you. And he had the audacity to look at you like you were the gem. 

“What?” he asked after your beat of silence, his eyes flickering to your lips.

“Nothing,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you blurted out the question that had been burning inside you the entire ride here. “Do you want to go to California with me?”

“Right now?” 

“No.” You tried to cover your giggle. “I mean, some day. I do want to go. Remember when we talked about it?”

“I remember.”

Benny’s unwavering gaze caused your heart rate to speed up but you trudged on, “I’ve always thought it wasn’t a practical dream, that somehow it couldn’t be me who walked down the beach because I'd been too busy with school and then school became work and work would become marriage and keeping house.” Your carefully rehearsed speech began to fragment as you spilled your jumbled thoughts. “But I realized that is so silly because it’s my life, and I–I can do whatever I want with whoever I want. And I want to go to California to see the Pacific Ocean, and I was wondering if you’d want to go with me.  So . . . what do you say?”

He stepped closer to you, his face just inches from yours, his voice incredibly gentle as he said, “I think I'd go just about anywhere you asked me to, Bunny. But are you sure it’s me who you’re wantin’ here?”

Your brow furrowed slightly at his response. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I’m not the kind of guy girls like you fall for. I’m the exact opposite.” His free hand reached out and brushed a tendril of your hair behind your ear as his voice dropped an octave. “But when I'm with you . . . I feel like I could do better. Like maybe I could be better. Not perfect, but something closer to worthy.”

“I’ve been perfect my whole life. Perfect grades, perfect smile, a perfectly quiet doll on the shelf.” You look at the biker standing before you. The exact opposite of what you’ve been surrounded by your entire life. The exact person you’ve been told to stay away from. But there were things that you noticed about him now that you hadn’t when you first saw him at the picnic. Those hands, calloused and scarred from years of fighting, were holding your own gently as if you were made of glass. That mouth, capable of verbally hurting just about anyone who got in his way, only ever spoke softly to you. Those eyes which have undoubtedly seen their fair share of the worst of humanity, gaze at you as if you were the moon. This man, the excitement you feel you’ve been unknowingly waiting for your whole life. You stepped closer to him, your noses brushing together softly as you whispered, “I don’t think I want perfect anymore.”

“What do you want, Bunny?” he asked, an unmistakable vulnerability in his raw voice. 

Your answer to him in nonverbal as you closed the gap between you, lips pressing against his softly. The world seemed to pause as you gently kissed Benny, your heart pounding in your chest. The kiss was soft at first, tentative as you both seemed to test the waters of something new and uncharted. Overcome by your overthinking, you began to draw back, but Benny’s palm cupped the side of your face, pulling you back to him with a more meaningful kiss. His lips were warm and rough, a stark contrast to the gentle way his hand held yours early as he deepened the kiss with a sense of urgency that sent a wave of heat to fill your core. His hand moved to protect the back of your head as he backed you up to the cool brick of the wall behind you. 

Benny’s mind was racing with a whirlwind of emotions he wasn’t used to feeling. He had been careful, so careful, to keep his distance, to remind himself that a girl like you would never be with a man like him. He had hoped, prayed, that you might return even an ounce of his feelings for you, but he had to be realistic. You were a beautiful dream, so far out of his reach. But now with your lips on his, your fragile hands clutching the fabric of his jacket, he couldn’t deny the truth any longer. You were breaking down every wall he had built, showing him that just maybe, he was worth more than he believed. 

He had never kissed anyone like this before – with a mix of tenderness and passion that made his heart ache in a way that both terrified and galvanized him. He moved his hand down your side, gripping your hip tightly. He didn’t want to let go, didn’t want this moment to end. Because in this kiss, he felt something he hadn’t in a long time: hope.

He’d spent so long believing he wasn’t good enough– that his life was too rough, too messy for someone like you. But in this moment, as your breath mingled with his own and your heartbeat racing against his chest, he started to believe, even just a little, that he could be the man you saw in him. That he could be worthy of this, of you. 

Your lips parted slightly, and Benny took the invitation, kissing you with a newfound fervor, pouring all his sentiments into it – the longing, the fear, the hope. The connection between you felt electric, and for the first time in a long time, Benny didn’t feel lost. He felt found. Found by you, found by this moment. 

This is real, he thought almost in disbelief, She chose me. He could hardly comprehend it, but the evidence was right there in the way that you kissed him back with equal intensity, the way you clung to him as if he was the only thing grounding you. His lungs burned and he had to pull back, but he kept his eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours, his thumb stroking your cheek. I don’t deserve her, a voice whispered in the back of his mind, but for the first time, another voice – a stronger one– countered, Maybe I could someday. 

He opened his eyes, seeing the softness in your gaze, the way your parted lips were slightly swollen from the kiss. It hit him then, like a bolt of lightning. He wanted to be better, not just for himself, but for you. Because you deserved more than just a rough-edged biker, you deserved the world. And if you’d let him, Benny was determined to give it to you. 

“Was–was that okay?” you asked breathlessly, unsure if you’d done it right, but hoping he had felt what you couldn’t put into words. 

His eyes softened even more as a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “It was more than okay, Bunny.”

Your smile grew, a little more confident now, despite the heat tinging your cheeks. Suddenly the backdoor squeaked open and Brucie poked his head out the doorway. 

“Benny, you’re up to shoot, kid,” he said and must have seen the closeness of your bodies, the way Benny still held onto your waist because he smirked smugly. 

Benny didn’t even glance over. “Tell ‘em to hold my spot.”

“Pool?” you asked, tugging on his jacket lightly as Brucie disappeared back inside. 

Benny nodded, grinning lazily down at you. “Yeah, you ever played?”

You shook your head, feeling a little shy. “No, never. But . . . I’d like to try.”

He raised his eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “You want me to teach you?”

You nodded, this time with more certainty. “I think I’d like that.”

He took your hand, leading you back inside as the rain continued to pour around you. As he lead you back into the bar, the noise and constant chatter engulfing you once again, you felt reassured by the steady warmth of his hand in yours. And he didn't let go of your hand even when you got to the table. A few members cheered and teased Benny, but he only smiled and shook his head, his focus on you, instead. He stood behind you, positioning you gently. 

“Here’s the thing,” he murmured, his voice low and just for you. “You don’t have to know everything right away. Sometimes it’s about the journey, not just the win.”

You looked over your shoulder with a small smile, your faces only inches apart. “I think I’m ready for the journey.”

Benny’s gaze gentled. “So am I, Bunny. So am I.”

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[thirteenheavens]

mafia mingyu - arranged marriage

that's all I ask forrrr tyyyy!!!!

(p.s., I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR FICS)

Consummate this union|| Kim Mingyu

Notes: I should really be doing more of my masterlists but instead I’m writing LMAO

Mingyu sits across from you in the dimly lit mafia office, his dark eyes studying you with intensity. The tension between you both is palpable - this marriage was arranged to seal a business deal, after all. "We need to consummate this union," he says bluntly, rising from his chair. His muscular frame fills the doorway as he approaches you.

"You can't just tell me what to do," you snap back, trying to maintain some semblance of control despite the circumstances. Mingyu smirks, closing the distance between you in a few long strides. "Actually, I can," he purrs, backing you against the wall. "You're my wife now."

His hand reaches out to caress your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his dangerous reputation. "But don't worry," he continues, "I'll make sure you enjoy this too."

Days go by and Mingyu's teasing continue subtle touches during meetings, lingering glances across the dinner table, finding excuses to be near you.

"You're getting quite red, my dear wife," he comments one evening, running his finger along your neck. "Are you feeling hot?" The mafia lord's proximity and dominating presence have you increasingly aroused, but he refuses to take things further. He wants you to beg for it.

"Stop playing games with me," you finally snap during dinner, slamming your glass down. "Either finish what you started or leave me alone." Mingyu's eyes darken with lust at your outburst, a predatory smile spreading across his face. "As you wish," he says silkily, standing up. He grabs your wrist and pulls you up from your chair, leading you to his private bedroom. The door slams shut behind you both as he pins you against it.

"You've been a very naughty girl," he growls, pressing his body against yours. "Talking back to your husband like that deserves punishment." His hands slide down to grip your hips, grinding his growing erection against you while his lips hover just above yours. "I hope you're ready for what comes next."

"Show me what you've got," you challenge breathlessly, arching against him. "Don't just tease me like some toy." Mingyu lets out a dark laugh, swiftly unbuttoning your blouse. "Oh darling, you have no idea what I'm capable of," he purrs. His lips attack your exposed skin while his hands work on your pants. "You're mine to play with now," he growls possessively. "To break and remake however I want."

"Break me then," you gasp, tugging at his shirt. "I want to feel everything you can give me." Mingyu rips his shirt off, revealing his muscular chest and several scars from previous fights. His eyes glow with intensity as he lifts you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed.

"You asked for it," he says with a dangerous smile, laying you down and climbing on top of you. "Now I'm going to make you scream my name until you forget everything else." Mingyu's hands roam your body hungrily, exploring every inch of your skin while his mouth claims yours in a bruising kiss. His tongue tangles with yours possessively. He breaks the kiss to trail hot kisses down your neck, marking you with possessive bites. "These will remind you who owns you," he growls against your skin.

His fingers find their way to your wet core, teasing your entrance through your panties. "So ready for me already," he observes with satisfaction. "Let's see how well you take me." Mingyu removes your panties in one fluid motion, positioning himself between your legs. His cock stands proud and leaking, ready to claim you fully.

"Look at me," he commands, holding your gaze as he slowly pushes into you. "I want to see the moment you become completely mine." He fills you completely with one powerful thrust, stretching you deliciously. His hips begin moving in deep, controlled strokes while his fingers dig into your hips.

"You feel so perfect around me," he groans, picking up speed. "Like you were made for my cock." Mingyu's skin burns against yours as he fucks you harder, his sweat mingling with yours. His dark hair falls messily across his forehead, eyes glazed with pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he growls, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. "Such a good little wife for me." The heat of his body drives you wild, making you writhe and moan beneath him. His possessive grip leaves bruises as he claims you completely, making sure you'll feel him for days.

"Mingyu, please... harder," you cry out, gripping his broad shoulders desperately. "I need to feel all of you." He smirks at your pleas, his pace becoming ruthless as he pins your hands above your head. "Such a needy little thing," he pants. His cock slams into you mercilessly, hitting that spot over and over again. The wet sounds of your coupling fill the room, mixing with your moans and his growls of satisfaction.

"Cum for me," he commands darkly. "Show me how much you love being my wife." Mingyu doesn't stop as your walls clench around him, prolonging your pleasure until you're shaking beneath him. His dark eyes watch your face intently, drinking in your ecstasy.

"That's it," he growls, feeling your juices coat his cock. "So good for me." His rhythm becomes erratic as his own release approaches, his control slipping. "Fuck, I'm going to fill you up," he warns through gritted teeth.

With a final powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, releasing his hot seed with a primal groan of satisfaction. His body trembles as he fills you completely, marking you as his inside and out. Mingyu collapses on top of you, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from your highs. His cock pulses inside you as he stays buried there, claiming his territory.

"You're perfect," he murmurs against your neck, pressing soft kisses to the marks he left earlier. "My perfect little wife." He rolls onto his side, keeping you close against his chest. The possessive arm wrapped around you shows no sign of letting go.

"Get some rest," he says quietly. "Tomorrow we'll consummate our marriage properly, with every inch of this mansion." Mingyu's smirk widens at your exhausted but intrigued expression. "You look so cute when you're tired and spent," he teases, tracing patterns on your back.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you properly tonight," he promises. "Tomorrow I'll make sure every inch of this house knows who owns you." He reaches for the blanket, pulling it over both of you as your eyes start to drift closed. "Sleep well, darling," he whispers, watching over you possessively in the darkness.

[daizedndconfused]

Friend, you’re about to be known as a Cole x reader blog, lmao….and I might contribute 👉👈. Feel free to ignore but if you’ll hear me out.

Imagine Reader and Cole go to visit his dad bc he wanted to meet Reader. His dad quickly realizes that Cole is head over heels with reader, but reader doesn’t seem to reciprocate. Like reader is kind, warm and polite, but seems more restrained unlike Cole.

So his dad gets concerned that it’s kind of uneven; one party seeming more “invested” than the other and it causes a bit of friction. Then he realizes that Reader is as affectionate as Cole, just that they’re not used to expressing it in front of others, just in private. Then Reader and his dad start over, getting along while leaving Cole confused as to what changed, lmao.

sorry it’s like weirdly specific but it’s been bouncing around in my head. 🫣

eye to eye

a/n: i’m so so sorry this took so long im going through my inbox rn and trying to answer as fast as i can!! but that aside i really loved this prompt because i feel like a lot of people are nervous about meeting their partners parents which can lead to some tension. i am totally fine with being labeled the cole x reader blog that’s what i’m here forrrr

characters: cole x fem!reader

type: fluff

warnings: none/not proofread

synopsis: you meet cole’s dad for the first time and get off on the wrong foot

word count: 3.4k

Your knee bounced up and down uncontrollably as you waited for Cole to enter the kitchen. To your left, Kai and Jay played a game of chess and watched as you panicked silently.

This day had been coming up for weeks–everyone knew about it. Partly because you and Cole had to get permission from Sensei to leave the monastery unattended. Normally if there isn’t an immediate threat or patrol, you need Sensei’s permission to enter the city alone.

Cole, the responsible guy he is, explained the reason for your leave weeks in advance to Wu after bringing the idea up with you first. Unfortunately, that also meant you had been stewing in your own head for the weeks that led up to this weekend.

“What if he hates me?” you blurt out, the suffocating silence of the kitchen finally getting to you.

Kai’s hand paused over a chess piece at the sound of your voice and he looked at you with an are-you-kidding kind of expression.

“What?” He all but scoffed. “He won’t.”

He moved one of his pawns forward.

“You don’t know that,” you countered, laying your cheek down on the wooden table’s surface.

“And you don’t know he’ll hate you.” Kai rolled his eyes then frowned as Jay captured the pawn he had previously moved.

“But–”

“What’s not to like about you?” Jay asked, his eyes never straying from the black and white board. “You’re a ninja, you save the city, you’ve saved his son more times than I can count, Cole loves you, and–”

“Still!”

Jay and Kai traded unimpressed looks as you chewed nervously on your lip.

However, you didn’t have very much longer to stew. Footsteps you recognized all too well had begun to approach the entrance of the kitchen. You shot up immediately, hoping to appear relaxed despite what you truly felt inside.

The sight of your boyfriend had put an easy smile on your face and eased up the tension in your chest. You and Cole had been through so much together, surely you’d be able to handle staying at his father's for the weekend.

Cole ran a hand through his hair and readjusted the black backpack resting across his shoulders that contained overnight clothes for the both of you. His expression mirrored your own as he caught your eyes.

“Everything’s all set,” he told you. “Ready to go?”

You threw on the bravest face you could muster up and stood from the table with a small nod.

“It’s a short flight.” Cole wrapped an arm around your shoulders when you were close enough. “Less than twenty minutes.”

You took a deep calming breath before wrapping your own arm around his waist. “Okay.”

Cole searched your eyes for a moment, as if he sensed your apprehension. Eventually, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head and the two of you made your way towards the exit of the monastery.

“Have fun!” Jay called after the two of you.

“Good luck!” Kai offered.

You shot him a glare over your shoulder until they were no longer within eye range.

If Cole caught onto the subtle anxiety swimming below the surface of your mind, he didn’t let on. Instead he summoned his dragon quickly and the two of you mounted easily as you took over carrying the pack for the both of you.

Cole squeezed your calf reassuringly before flicking the reins of his dragon, and you shot towards the sky, your stomach lurching in the process.

The weather was nice for flying. Sunny with a few clouds here and there and little to no wind aside from the usual air resistance due to movement.

Leaning your head back with your arms wrapped firmly around Cole’s middle you let the sunshine beat down on your face. Perhaps it would help ease your worries. Flying always helped clear your head, it was one of the many reasons you and Cole were so perfect for each other.

You’re just hoping his dad sees that as well.

Eventually, you started descending over a neighborhood a few minutes outside of Ninjago City. Below you saw a group of kids playing a game of street hockey and another drawing patterns on the sidewalk with chalk.

As the shadow of Cole’s dragon blocked the sun for a moment, they looked up and pointed at the dragon. You could practically hear the gasps of awe from your current altitude and you waved down to them.

Eventually, they too faded into the background and suddenly both your feet were on the ground in front of a small one story beige house. There were flower beds below the windows on either side of the door and you couldn’t help but admire how well kept they were.

“All good?” Cole asked, squeezing your shoulder.

The anxiety in your stomach said no, but your mouth said yes.

“Trust me, he’ll love you,” Cole assured you. “He can be a bit of a hardass but that usually ends as soon as it starts.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, never taking your eyes off the door, almost fearing his dad was watching you in front of the little peephole.

Cole scanned you from head to toe before walking towards the door. He raised his hand to knock before shaking his head and ringing the doorbell. A melodic ‘welcome’ came from the little speaker below the doorbell.

You giggled a bit as Cole shook his head with a sigh.

Not long after, the door swung wide open to reveal Cole’s dad. He was on the smaller side and the first thing you noticed was the cane he leaned on heavily as he hobbled forward to embrace his son. Other than that he looked extremely well kept, neatly combed hair and a small mustache with no stray hairs in sight.

“Ah, and you must be the girl my son has been raving on about!” Cole’s dad guessed.

You stepped forward quickly, not wishing to make his father move unnecessarily.

Thrusting a hand out you smiled politely, “That’s me, sir. I’m (Y/N).”

Lou nodded enthusiastically and returned your gesture with the hand not resting on his cane. “Well it’s very nice to meet you. And hey lucky me! I get two ninjas for the whole weekend. How often does that happen?”

“Not as often as I’d like, Mr. Brookstone,” you admitted as he led the way inside.

Lou barked out a laugh before turning back around to look at Cole. “I like her, she’s funny.”

You let out a breath of relief as he turned around. Cole’s arm snaked around your waist and squeezed one of your hips comfortingly. Craning your neck to look at him you nodded.

On the walk to the kitchen you noticed all the pictures of Cole hanging up on the wall ranging from all possible ages. You’d have to ask his dad later for a copy of the one of him pouting while inside what was clearly a dance studio.

The two of you slid into seats next to each other at the kitchen table as Lou went to put on a pot of tea.

“Oh, would you like some help?” You offered. Seeing him do things without help and mostly one handed made your heart ache, but it seemed like he had a good system going.

“Oh no dear,” Lou waved a hand. “If I can’t put on a thing of tea on my own I should be in a home.”

“Dad,” Cole scolded through a snicker.

“Nonsense, Cole and I would gladly come help you out,” you said.

“Pah! Please, you’d have to drag my son here by his hair,” Lou laughed.

“Hey!” Cole sputtered. “You’re making me sound like a dick, I visit.”

Lou turned around, leaning back on the counter for support. “Well sure, now you do. Only took you getting a girlfriend to do so, hmm? Should have fixed you up ages ago if that was the case.”

You laughed as Cole slung his arm across the back of your chair. “Thanks, Dad.”

“Doing my best,” Lou smirked and removed the kettle from the stove before bringing it over to the table where teacups had already been laid out. He placed the kettle on a cloth before taking a seat in the chair across from the two of you and pouring you both a cup of tea.

Cole grabbed a cup and handed one to you. You nodded as a thank you and took the cup carefully from him, your fingers avoiding each other.

Across the table you felt Lou’s eyes watching the two of you like a hawk and you suddenly became aware that you were slouching. You straightened your back quickly and folded your hands over your mug resting on the table. Lou cocked his head at your movement before Cole asked him how he was doing.

Conversation flowed well between the three of you but no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t relax. Not even with Cole’s comforting touches that his father seemed to pay very close attention to. Everytime Lou’s eyes saw his son touch you in some way he’d look back at your face causing you to tense up and bristle away from your boyfriend.

Lou narrowed his eyes at you before turning his full attention to Cole who was telling him about the mech he and Jay have been working on the past couple weeks.

“It’s amazing, Mr. Brookstone,” you chimed in, realizing you hadn’t said anything in a while. “Cole’s been working really hard on it.”

Lou’s proud smile fell slightly when you opened your mouth and he hummed absentmindedly at your input, barely even looking at you.

Your face fell like a kicked puppy and you clenched your fists atop your thighs where they had been for the past hour.

Everytime you tried to add to the conversation, Lou would either pity hum at you, ignore you completely, or look you up and down before turning back to Cole.

What went wrong? Things were going so well when you first walked it. You couldn’t think of anything you could have possibly done to offend him. Hell, you’d barely spoken even when Cole tried to involve you in the conversation. Maybe it was your nerves.

Cole looked between you and his father confused at the rough tension suddenly between you two. He wanted to say something to his father but you shook your head fervently at him when you caught his eye. Reluctantly, he complied with your silent request.

Cole looked at his watch before he said, “I’m gonna go put our stuff in my room.”

Lou nodded as Cole stood from the table. Your heart hammered in your chest as you looked up at your boyfriend.

Don’t leave me! Your eyes screamed. Please for the love of the First Spinjitzu Master don’t leave me alone with him he hates me!

Cole didn’t seem to get the hint. Instead he leaned down to attempt to give you a peck on the lips. You glanced at his father across the table and saw his eyes narrowed into slits. You jerked away from Cole who nodded before planting a quick kiss on your forehead instead.

As he left you heard Cole’s father scoff before he stood from the table to gather all the empty mugs.

“Do you need any help?” You offered weakly, confidence completely shattered.

Lou glared back at you. “No, I don’t think I do.”

You slumped back in your chair, defeated. “Tea was lovely, thank you.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed.

Your leg bounced up and down at his subtle hostility.

“Uh, Mr. Brookstone–”

“Look,” Lou cut you off, “I appreciate you coming all this way and all but nobody is forcing you to stay with my son.”

Drawing in a breath of surprise your mouth popped open as confusion slammed into you like a semi. What?

“Are you really his girlfriend? Or did you just come here to pacify dear old dad because I kept asking when he’d start thinking about getting himself into a serious relationship?” Lou turned his back to the sink and leveled you with a hard stare.

“No, I–”

“Because if there’s one thing I know about my son, it’s how much love he holds in his heart. And I can clearly see he has a lot of it for you with the way he talks about you and the way he is around you, but I’m not seeing the same in you.”

This wasn’t the turn you thought this trip would take at all. To be honest, this was probably one of the worst possible outcomes. You were too stunned to even speak which probably led him to think he was correct and so he kept going.

“If you’re leading him on for whatever reason, just do me a favor and end it quickly after you leave because he’s too good for that.” Lou turned back around to the dishes as soon as Cole came bounding back into the kitchen.

Before he could say anything he noticed your somber expression and made his way over to you.

Okay? His eyes spoke volumes.

You nodded meekly, keeping your head down and your trembling fingers clasped tightly together.

You suffered the rest of the evening in mostly silence. The three of you moved from the kitchen to the living room couch where Cole had his arm around you but you were still stiff as a board, hands folded neatly in your lap.

Again, his father seemed to be glaring holes at you, making the anxiety sink deeper and deeper into your stomach to where it was practically paralyzing you.

Once it got late enough for the two of you to sneak off to bed, Cole prodded you immediately.

“Okay, what the hell?” Cole asked, not bothering to close his door.

“What?” You asked quietly, taking off your makeup in his bathroom.

“I’m not an idiot, you were quiet all day,” Cole said as he walked up behind you, looking at you in the mirror. “Did he say something to you?”

Your lower lip trembled as you shook your head, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. Cole sighed outwardly through his nose before placing a kiss on your temple and turning to fetch your pajamas from your shared bag.

He placed them on the counter next to you as he changed into a baggy T-Shirt and boxers while you put on one of his spare shirts and sleep shorts with little stars on them.

Cole laid down on his bed, splaying his arms out wide for you to fall into. And fall you did. You all but crashed into his arms, the events of the day weighing down on you.

Cole let you lay on his for as long as you needed but he didn’t miss the way you practically clung onto him like a koala. Instead, he waited for you to come around and stroked your hair, planting small kisses on your head every now and then.

Eventually you voiced your concerns to him and the conversation you had with his dad when he left. More of the verbal lashing you got and less a conversation to be honest.

“I just,” you trailed off, biting your lip, “I want you to know that I do love you. So, so much like I genuinely couldn’t imagine my life without you. You know that right?”

“Of course,” Cole ran a hand up and down your back soothingly.

“Am I a terrible girlfriend?” You mumbled into his neck.

“No,” Cole chuckled. “You’re just not big on PDA. Especially when you’re nervous. I guess my dad was just used to being very lovey dovey with my mom all the time and when he saw you weren’t he probably assumed the worst. Don’t take it personally, okay? I can talk to him tomorrow if you’d like?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I don’t want you to fight with your dad just for me. I’ll live. I love you a lot. Just not in front of people. I’m used to keeping our relationship pretty private with all the publicity we receive anyway. It’s just a force of habit at this point.” You wrapped your arms around him like a large teddy bear and placed a kiss to the base of his throat.

“I know,” Cole squeezed your hip again. “Don’t worry about it, okay gorgeous?”

You sighed heavily but nodded anyway, giving him a kiss goodnight.

No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t sleep. You tossed and turned all night and didn’t get more than four hours of sleep you were sure. Eventually you gave up and waited for the sun to rise so that you too would be able to get out of bed reasonably.

As soon as the first light blue light touched the cracked of Cole’s blinds, you quietly peeled yourself away from his sleeping form and exited his room to make yourself a cup of calming tea.

You froze in your tracks when you saw Lou already dressed and ready, sitting at the kitchen table with his own cup of tea reading the newspaper.

You stepped backward, prepared to sneak back to Cole’s room when Lou’s eyes snapped up to you.

Unlike yesterday, his eyes softened and he beckoned you forward. “Come, have a seat.”

Swallowing harshly you forced yourself to make your way to the table. Cautiously, you lowered yourself into the seat opposite him. Lou placed his mug down on the wood and folded his hands on the table atop his paper.

“I owe you an apology,” he said softly.

Your eyes snapped up to his. Well, you hadn’t expected that either.

“Sir–?”

“Please,” he raised a hand, “call me Lou.”

You smiled lightly, worried you were about to be woken up from a dream. “I don’t understand.”

Lou nodded but continued. “I understand I was cold to you yesterday and for that I am truly sorry. Sometimes I get ahead of myself and I can be quite dramatic. What can I say? I had a flair for the theater.” He laughed softly and you joined him. “But that’s no excuse. I jumped to some unfair conclusions. I realize I had expected your relationship with my son to be like the one I had with my wife, but times are different. There weren't people watching our every move when we went out like they do with the two of you.”

You nodded sadly. In the past, you and Cole had some issues with the press which sparked your boycott of PDA until further notice.

“I heard your conversation last night,” Lou admitted. “I was on my way to the laundry room when I heard you two talking. And I know you love my son a lot. He’s lucky to have you.” Lou reached across the table and squeezed your hand.

“I really do,” you assured him. “With all my heart. I love that boy.”

Lou laughed softly. “I know. So, shall we start over?”

“Of course, no harm done. I understand wanting to protect your children.” And that was the truth. Plus, Cole was Lou’s only kid, and after his mother left, Cole was almost all he had left. Of course he didn’t want to see him get hurt.

“How about some breakfast?” You offered, standing from the table.

Cole woke up hours later to the familiar sound of his dad’s favorite record blaring through his record player and the smell of fresh bacon. He also quickly realized you weren’t in bed and judging by the lack of warmth coming from your side you had left a while ago.

Shrugging on some pants, he dragged himself to the kitchen of his home and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight. His girlfriend was at the stove making all sorts of breakfast food, enough to feed his whole neighborhood, while his dad sang along to the record and told a joke occasionally that caused you to laugh.

How long had he been sleeping? Last he remembered you and his dad were on some rocky road. Shifting his eyes to the clock he saw it was only nine thirty in the morning.

You twirled around the music and halted when you caught sight of your bleary-eyed confused boyfriend who kept looking from you to his father and so on.

“Morning, honey,” you wrapped your arms around his waist before leaning up on your toes to press a kiss to his lips.

“Uh, morning?” Cole blinked multiple times to make sure he wasn’t still asleep.

He caught the eye of his dad over your shoulder.

She’s a keeper. Like your mother, his dad mouthed.

Cole grinned and hugged you back enthusiastically, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around as you giggled uncontrollably.

[greyyson-but-no]

jake peralta x pickpocket reader that keeps stealing his things and flirting with him

she cuts a deal with one of the other cops to walk free if she helps them with a drug bust and jake has to deal with her throughout the mission trying and failing at pretending to not be interested in her

the only exception

; i was literally just looking for something to write!! you've saved me i'm forever grateful ; lowkey giving a female pondiac bandit ; hope this is what you were looking forrrr ; we don't talk about the drug research i had to do for this... ; 16+ ;

"do you know the name antonio vendera?" you leant back in the chair, arms crossed over your chest as you eyed the mirror that was facing you. it wasn't the first time you'd been arrested and it was almost a guarantee that there was another detective or worse, the captain, standing behind the glass.

but either way, you put on that calm demeanor and looked detective diaz in the eye as she asked you the same questions again and again.

"how do you know that name?" she asked. she was cold, closed off.

but the detective standing behind the mirror wasn't. see, when diaz had dragged you into the precinct, you'd recognized him immediately. through a connection of a connection, antonio vendera had sent out news of a certain jake peralta looking for him. when you were arrested, you saw him, and knew immediately.

now, you didn't know that peralta was standing behind the mirror, but diaz did. she knew just how long he had been looking for vendera. it was at that moment, the detective had left the mirrored room and stormed into the box.

"vendera?" was all he asked, looking directly at you.

admittingly, he was cute. the badge dangling from his neck set something off in you, too. but he was interrogating you, and that was no way to act. so you pulled yourself together and nodded. "how long have you been looking for him?"

he pulled up a chair and sat down alongside diaz. "seven months. how do you know him?"

you shrugged at him. "he's my loan shark. he's loaded and he did the same for my mum."

peralta laughed under his breath before getting a scolding glare from diaz, he straightened up, looking back at you. "can you get us in contact?"

you smiled, wanting to keep little bits for yourself, because why not? the detectives knew you knew, so playing ball was the most fun option available, even better with the cute detective.

"depends."

"on what?" diaz took over, leaning against the table.

"if pretty boy here can grant me full immunity." leaning forward in your chair, you let your elbows on the metal table, sitting your chin in the palm of your hand as you looked towards peralta. it clearly caught him off guard as he gulped at you, eyes widening and pupils blowing up slightly too. hm, interesting, you noted, taking extra care to scan your eyes over his face.

standing up, diaz cut in. "peralta, can i talk to you, outside?"

he stammered, but got up nonetheless, following diaz outside and leaving you in the room by yourself.

this could be dangerous. while it was fun, you got attached really easily, and he was exactly your type. truly, it was a difficult decision to make, as you sat there stewing away in that room, tapping on the table to figure out what the hell you were supposed to do. there was no way good about it to go.

if you gave them vendera's location, you would have to go with him and risk something dangerous - he clearly had a thing for you too - and if that plan worked, vendera's men would be out for you, so full immunity was dangerous any way. but if you didn't: prison. you'd only stolen from a couple people, but that was still a crime, and the consequences would still stand.

you really did not know what to do.

the two detectives walked back into the room. diaz's gritted teeth and peralta's slight smirk gave away their conversation. he had won, they were going to let you go if you gave them vendera.

peralta stayed stood up, but he reached his hand out. "detective jake peralta, diaz and i have decided to work this case together with you, if you agree to get us vendera."

you shook his hand. "y/n s/n, i wish we met in better circumstances but i'm glad to be of use."

he smiled at you, it was an odd, soft one, but still warm.

"i just have a couple concerns." you admitted, settling back in your chair as jake sat down in his again, next to diaz. "if vendera is arrested and goes to prison, his people will know someone ratted him out, what if they come for me?"

diaz crossed her arms over her chest. "that can all be dealt with later."

jake held a hand out to stop her, looking back at you. "once we get him, we might get his people too, but there are safety precautions we can put you under until we can guarantee you won't be in danger anymore."

nodding, you caught his eyes. "thank you."

the nypd van was practically inconspicuous. it made you start to wonder how often they were just sat around brooklyn without anybody realising. the outside was silver, shining against the sun, but the inside had a bunch of equipment in it, some of which your recognized, a lot of it you didn't.

vendera had texted not long after you first had, asking for a meet up, and when he gave both a location, time and included the fact he would have bodyguards on him, you knew he was shaken. maybe you weren't the first person that the cops had tried to get to him through.

hopefully this time would work. you really needed that immunity.

"he'll be wary, we need to be really careful." you warned as jake and diaz gave you the run through of the plan again.

diaz nodded. "since jake is now the primary on this case, you and him will go in together, we'll say he's your boyfriend to get rid of any suspicion from vendera. i'll stay here in the van but you'll both be wired to stay in communication."

"woah, boyfriend?" even jake was surprised, as he spoke up.

"yeah, man." diaz's eyebrows furrowed. "we discussed this earlier, it's the safest plan and it makes the most sense."

he coughed. "yeah, right, i remember."

just a couple minutes later, you and jake were walking into the carpark, the only light being a streetlight of which vendera and his people were standing under. the group was simply him, and two bodyguards either side of him, but you predicted there were others standing around in case you or jake decided to run.

you pulled out a packet of crisps as you walked over and jake explained the plan again, trying to reassure you.

the rustling of the plastic cause his attention and he turned to you with furrowed eyebrows. at the sight of the packet, he patted down his pockets. "hold on."

"what?" you mumbled, stuffing a crisp into your mouth.

"are those mine?"

"yeah, they were in your coat pocket."

he scoffed at you, jaw open in disbelief as you stuffed get another crisp into your mouth. "only about five minutes ago, how the hell did you manage that?"

"remind me, what did diaz arrest me for?" you commented, laughing at the look on his face as he gave in. "exactly." you chuckled, spotting vendera under the streetlight. "there he is." you stuffed the crisps into your pockets, lifting your chin.

vendera held his hand out, ordering his goons to step forward and pat the two of you down. "s/n? it's been a while..."

holding your arms out, the one in the tank top starting at your shoulders, you caught a glimpse of the other patting jake down and grimaced when he turned to face you. this was an uncomfortable situation to be in, but it had to happen. both you and jake wanted to bring vendera in, you especially now. and immunity, that was important, too.

as the bodyguards stepped back, vendera nodded to you. "what kinda shit you looking for?"

"anything." you shrugged. "coke? any type, my clients aren't fussy."

vendera eyed jake who now had crossed his arms over his chest. "we just got a new couple cases of rox in, if you want some of that. something a little stronger, we'll say."

"crack?" questioning him, you let your hip pop out, steadying yourself as you caught vendera's eyes and saw that every second jake stood next to you, he became more suspicious. "or meth?"

he laughed, almost sending a chill down your spine. "nah, but i got meth if you want it."

you shook your head. "my clients don't want meth."

"crack or coke, then?"

"rox will do. honestly whatever's cheapest, i'm low on funds at the moment but hey, what the people want, the people get." vendera nodded, lips pierced together in an understanding way. next to you, jake was getting antsy.

because in his head, it was weird you knew so much about drugs. you hadn't hidden that you'd dealt drugs before and had tried to quit, but it came so naturally to you it was almost scary. jake had tried to put it off as long as possible, but he had to come to terms with it eventually. he was definitely attracted to you. i mean, you were funny, slick, and down right gorgeous. exactly his type and yet... still a criminal, whether you would get immunity or not.

the others didn't know about this case yet, but diaz did, and jake could almost already hear the lecture he would get from her and holt if he decided to ask you out when this was all over and you got immunity. it was just too good an opportunity to pass up.

jake pulled himself out of his thoughts as he noticed you shake vendera's hand and call his name.

he caught your eye as you spoke. "come on, hun, the deals done, let's get back." he gulped at how to addressed him.

following you, the two of you walked away from vendera, as him and his men disappeared seemingly into nowhere, and you went and found the van diaz was currently stationed in. "wait so, what happened?"

laughing at how he zoned out, you answered, "he's given me a new location to pick the drugs up at, where him and a bunch of his clients are also going to be. i think it's a warehouse somewhere downtown."

"what are all his other clients doing there?"

"also picking up deliveries."

"what?" his eyebrows furrowed as he turned to face you temporarily. "but that's so stupid."

you grinned, shoving the piece of paper he'd given you into your pocket, feeling the bag of crisps still in there. "exactly. he's such an idiot, he does this every time, i don't know it's possible you haven't caught him yet."

he laughed, shaking his head and shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. "alright, alright, now who's the actual cop here?"

"hm." you hummed, trying to push away the grin that was itching to curve itself onto your lips. "oh and here are your crisps back." you pulled them out of your pocket and into his hand.

"yeah, funny, very funny." and he was simultaneously trying to push down a similar grin. he wasn't letting this happen.

there were altogether 20 people undercover around the warehouse, yourself standing inside just as the meet up was about to start. it was a mix of detectives and uniformed officers, but they practically surrounded the place. you and jake had spoken about him joining you in this, but he had spotted vendera's suspicion previously and thought it best not to risk it.

but jake had been there to wire you up before you left for the warehouse. diaz, nor anyone else, was anywhere to be seen, which you had to admit, was odd.

"and i'm gonna be safe when everything goes down." you asked, subtly, as he connected the wire to the inside of your jumper's cuff.

jake nodded. "i'll make sure nothing happens to you."

"i really hope you get him, jake." you spoke, volume lowering as jake stepped away and you turned to look in the mirror at your get up.

you had noticed jake's captivation with you, and in recent hours you had come to the conclusion you felt the same way. but he was a cop, i mean, his friend had literally arrested you just two days ago. even when you got immunity, you had still done everything you did. yeah, they were petty crimes, picking at tourist's pockets, but it was still a crime.

swallowing, you turned. "you know, i'm not a bad person, right?"

yesterday, after the meet up with vendera, jake had escorted you back to the precinct to stay in the bullpen overnight. diaz had gone straight up and you had both been tired, which led to some interesting conversations.

somehow, you'd managed to breach the topic of how you got into pick pocketing. saying your dad had taught you when you were little in order to find wallets and therefore random cash that could help the family get by. he understood your situation. the conversation had sort of fizzled out after that but it was clear he was insistent on getting you immunity and maybe even help.

but you were still worried he thought you were a bad person. i mean, you were. you were a criminal, no matter how many times you tried to convince yourself you were forced into it.

jake hummed, looking over you. "i know. you're a good person who was put in a bad situation, that's all."

there was a brief silence as he looked down at you, a small, understanding smile curving itself into the corners of his lips as you completely unconsciously, stepped closer to him.

he opened his mouth to speak. "listen, did you wann-"

it had been in that moment that diaz had walked in, informing you that the team was ready and there was only 10 minutes until the meet up.

you hadn't been able to speak since that point. with no clue what jake had been about to ask, you had to continue, sitting in a van with the rest of his team until you got to the warehouse, leaving them all early in order to enter the place and get a feel for the place.

as your watch ticked over to 9pm, vendera and a group of about 10 men, more than you'd ever seen from him, entered from the other exit, there were about another 5 other clients waiting for their own orders, but they would all get taken in today.

reaching up to fix your hair, you used it as an excuse to inform the nine nine on the situation. "there's about ten of them, five other clients. vendera will do his usual speech and then give out each case, so whenever you think is best, go ahead and do your thing."

"will do." diaz spoke. you assumed they had found out about jake's feelings towards you, and had permitted him from the microphone so that he couldn't speak to you. though you were sad, you knew it was the right thing.

it was as vendera ended his speech when the stormed the building.

you were standing outside the van, leaning up against the cold metal as you waited for the crew to get back. well, mostly for jake to get back. when they had all stormed in, you didn't quite know what to do, so you just ran. eventually you found yourself a couple blocks away from the warehouse where the van was parked and chose to stay there.

a voice in the back of your head was telling you to leave. just disappear, run to another state and change your name, or something. because it all came back to the truth - you were a criminal.

but you decided to stay, looking up every now and again, each time someone walked past, to see if it was him. it never was.

after about an hour - honestly it could have been longer - an nypd vest came strolling down the path. while it wasn't jake, you did recognize them: detective rosa diaz.

"come on, get in, i'll take you back to the precinct to finalize your paperwork." she murmured, drawing the van doors in as you got in the passenger seat. just a couple seconds later, she was sat next to you in the driver's seat, preparing to drive off.

without having heard anything, you were still curious. "did you get vendera?"

"yeah." she spoke, keeping her eyes on the road. "our captain bought him in, you're almost a free woman, s/n."

"good. that's," you paused. "good."

"yeah, jake's been looking for him for ages, never shut up about it but now maybe he finally will." she pushed down the urge to laugh at jake's antics. you couldn't help but smile as she mentioned him. "and hey, maybe now that you're no longer a criminal, he'll finally shut up and ask you out. it's all he gone on about for the past two days."

you coughed in surprised, spluttering something barely coherent out as a reaction to her words. "but i still did everything i did."

diaz shook her head. "not according to the legal documents anymore. it's a weird system, i know, but hey, that's how it works."

"and you're not utterly opposed to the idea of jake and i becoming a thing?" you asked, eyebrows furrowed as you followed other vehicles outside your window.

she shook her head. "why would i be?"

"because you arrested me?"

diaz shrugged, turning off the motorway and into the nine nine's jurisdiction. "well, jake seems to really like you, he reckons you're not a bad person and i trust him, so, you know, water under the bridge or whatever the saying is."

you laughed, sitting back in your seat. "you think the rest of the precinct will think the same?"

"they will when jake explains, that's all you need to worry about."

you thanked the captain as he shook your hand. all the paperwork had gone through perfectly fine, and as of about ten minutes ago, you were legally a free woman. no longer a criminal. jake, though, had been nowhere to be seen since before everything went down at the warehouse. while you thought it was odd, captain holt had informed you it had been nothing to worry about.

which had been right. as you left the captain's office, you spotted him, throwing his coat around his desk chair and turning his computer on.

"hey peralta!" you shouted out to him, not even bothering to try and keep the grin from curving into your lips this time. "guess what?"

he was clearly surprised by someone shouting his name. as he looked up to find you standing there, walking towards him, his eyes lit up a bit more. "oh my god! what?"

you waved the paperwork around in your hand. "you fulfilled your promise. full immunity."

"good on you." he smiled, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning to sit against the edge of his desk as he looked you over, clearly unable to take his eyes off you.

"did you get everyone that was in the warehouse?" you were curious to be honest, but also looking for any excuse to keep the conversation going. maybe if you pushed it along enough, he would finally ask you out on a date.

jake nodded. "yeah, it's a rare case but we got every single one of them, and bought in all the cases vendera was planning on selling. diaz is currently working on more leads to find out where he got it all from."

"that's good." you paused, looking around the precinct. god, you just wanted to kiss him there and then. and you knew he wanted to as well. "is there um, somewhere private we can go? there's just something small i want to talk about."

his eyebrows furrowed but he nodded nonetheless. "yeah, come on, this way." he led you around to some storage cupboard somewhere, closing the door behind you. "what did you wanna tal-"

you gave in, reaching up so your palms were against his cheek and pulling him down so his lips pressed softly against yours. it took him a bit to get settled in, but soon enough his hands were sliding around your waist and pulling you against him.

his lips were so soft, softer than you were expecting, and the way his palms moved between the small of your back and resting on your hips told you he must have been experienced in this. honestly, with how easily he was getting into it, you were truly surprised he hadn't made the first move. maybe he just had second doubts.

neither of you were having second doubts right now, that was for sure.

it was as he tugged at your hoodie when he felt in your pocket. he almost deflated with laughter, lips leaving yours as he reached into your pocket and pulled out the item he correctly assumed the identity of.

you laughed too as he held the red tie up.

"is this mine?" he cackled his grin widening even more as he spotted your own smile.

"yes!" falling against his chest, you hid your face, completely forgetting you had taken it from his desk when diaz had dropped you off the previous day. "I forgot I had taken that, I swear."

"you're a nightmare." he shakes his head, laughing and wrapping his arms around you.

[pinkcelestialstar]

⋆˚࿔ From seduction to submission 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Again, I gave birth to this story during one of my daydreaming sessions...

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Warnings: smut with no plot. Name-calling. Reader seducing Bada. 69. Pussy slapping.

Top! Bada × Bottom! Reader

"You were flirting!!" You accuse her. "No, I was not! She's just a new student and I was teaching her-" she tries to explain, "She was clearly hitting on you." You both were currently in your shared apartment quarreling over some girl you thought Bada was flirting with.

She runs her fingers through her hair, frustrated, "I told you, she's just a student! Why are you so jealous for no reason?" Her voice raises slightly. "What am I supposed to do? Kick her out of class cause you're insecure?"

You just roll your eyes.

Seeing your eyes roll, she gets even more agitated. "You know what? Fine! You wanna be like this? Act all mysterious and jealous without any actual reason? She pauses dramatically "Maybe I should spend more time with her then!" She crosses her arms "Maybe I should-"

You tackle her on the couch. "Don't you dare, Bada fucking Lee"

Surprised, she tries to push you off but ends up getting pinned down on the couch "Hey! Let me go!" She squirms under you "This isn't funny anymore, stop it!" She looks up at you with a pouty face.

You lean down and bite her cheek, making a mark.

She winces and her eyes widen, "heyyyy!!! What was that forrrr???"

You lick the bite on her cheek as if to soothe it.

She closes her eyes and sighs, feeling a warmth spread across her cheek from your tongue "Damn it, why do you always have to mark me?" She opens her eyes and looks at you, her expression softening slightly.

"Gotta show everyone what's mine" you start sucking hickeys on her neck

She blushed deeply, trying to push you away as you both still had the argument pending; she couldn't help but feel the warmth spreading through her chest. "Stop it, we're in the middle of an argument!" Whispers, her voice trembling slightly.

"mmm hmm, yes, we are. and you're losing" you remove the top buttons of your top showing your cleavage.

She looks down at your chest, her eyes widening as her eyes were fixed on your cleavage as if she was being hypnotized, "Shut up...you're just trying to distract me..." Trails off, her gaze stuck on your cleavage as she bites her lip, "But it's working..."

"Good girl," you say as you lean down and suck more little marks on her neck, jaw, and face.

She tilts her head back, surrendering to your kisses as a shaky laugh escapes her lips. "God, you're such a brat..." she mumbles softly, her fingers curling into the fabric of your top. "Using your damn cleavage to win an argument..."

"I use it because I know how freaky and a horny ass you are"

She blushes furiously again, trying to deny it but failing miserably as she swallows hard, her eyes locked on your chest, "Shut up, I am not a 'horny ass'..." She whispers, her voice barely concealing her embarrassment and growing desire.

"You're not?" You pull your top off, showing your cleavage in your bra.

Her eyes widen in shock and desire as she takes in the sight of your bra cladded chest "F-fuck...you're really doing this right now?" She swallows hard, her gaze glued to your cleavage as she licks her dry lips "In the middle of an argument?"

"Yup, now be a good girl and tell me, what will you do the next time a girl hits on you?"

"Damn it..." Her cheeks flush deeply as she realizes what you're trying to do. She swallows hard and answers softly, "I'll tell her I have a girlfriend..." Her eyes flicker down to your chest again.

"That's my good girl. And will you argue with your girlfriend defending someone else and calling your girlfriend jealous?"

She pauses thoughtfully. She knows she's falling for your trap. She swallows again, her eyes flickering to your cleavage once more before she answers softly, "No..." She realizes that you're making her prove your point.

"That's a very good girl~" you push the strap of your bra, from one side off your shoulder "Now who's at fault, you not telling that girl you have a girlfriend when she was hitting on you or your girlfriend getting mad after she saw you smiling and flirting back?"

Her breathing hitches as she sees your shoulder, now the strap down, revealing more of your cleavage. She swallows hard, trying to focus on the question. "Me, it was my fault, because I didn't tell her I have a girlfriend..."

You smile wide knowing she's under your spell "good girl~ you seem to catch everything so easily" you pet her head.

She melts a bit under your touch, her heart racing. She nuzzles into your hand briefly before pulling back slightly, still trying to maintain some semblance of a serious expression. "Stop trying to distract me with your cleavage and head pats..."

"Can't help if my giantess of a girlfriend is distractable with just a little cleavage..." you shrug.

She was flustered, trying to ignore the fact that she was indeed quite distracted by the amount of cleavage you were showing. "Shut up, I'm not distractable..." She crosses her arms, trying to look disinterested but miserably failing as her ears are red, and she is trying hard not to look at what you are showing.

You push the other side of your bra strap off your shoulder.

"Holy fuck..." Her breaths become a bit heavier. She unconsciously licks her lips, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. "Stop..." she whimpers softly. "That's cheating..."

You tickle under her chin as If she were a puppy "Now tell me, who wants to see my boobies?"

"Mmf..." she twitches as you tickle her chin. "You...!! Ahh!!" She swallows hard, her eyes flicking down to your chest again "No one..." she lies softly, as she squirms under you, clearly affected.

"You sure you don't wanna see them, baby?" You tease as you could clearly read her.

She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, trying desperately not to look at your now exposed collarbone and teasing cleavage. "N-no... I don't wanna see your boobs..." her voice slightly breathy and unconvincing as she shifts uncomfortably, aware of how her body is betraying her words.

"aww...guess I have to put back my top..." you say but not before you teasingly cup your breasts with your hands lifting it up.

Her eyes fly open as she sees you cupping your breasts, her gaze immediately drawn to the sight. She bites her lip hard, trying to look away but finding it impossible as her mind is flooded with how much she wants to touch them and the way your bra molds to your breasts. "N-no, wait..."

"Yes baby? what is it?" You ask teasingly.

She looks up at you, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Her gaze darts nervously between your eyes and your chest. "You... you teasing bitch..." She mutters under her breath, unable to hide the frustration and desire in her voice. "Fine!"

She reaches out and grabs your hands and removes them and replaces it with her own, cupping your breasts. She squeezes them gently, her thumbs brushing over your nipples through the fabric of your bra. "Fuck you and your body..." She mumbles, her face buried in your chest as she finally gives in to her desires.

"mmm hmm? someone said they don't want to see it? Hmm baby? enjoying yourself there?"

"Mhmm..." She hums softly, her hands now full-on groping your breasts. She tugs at your bra cups, pushing them under your breasts to grope them freely. She whimpers softly when she realizes your breasts are almost a perfect handful. "Damn..."

She moves one hand to squeeze your right breast firmly while her other hand slides behind to unclasp your bra and toss it off, her hand running down your bare back. Her voice comes out breathless "You're such a..." Trails off as she realizes how easily you can control her. "Fucking witch..."

"Am I now baby?"

Her eyes nearly roll back at the sight of your completely exposed breasts. She swallows hard, her hands still firmly on your chest. "Y-yes..." She squirms slightly, feeling her panties getting damp "You're hypnotizing me with your... your tits..."

"Not my fault that you become putty in my hands when you see my tits..." you say mockingly.

She growls softly, her hands squeezing your breasts harder as she feels herself getting more and more wet. "Shut up..." She mutters, burying her face back in your chest. She starts to suck on your nipple, rolling the other between her fingers. "Fuck..."

You start grinding on her lap.

Bada gasps sharply as she feels your pussy grinding against her lap, the friction sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of your breasts reflexively as she arches slightly beneath you. "Holy shit..."

"See how I have you wrapped around my finger, right, baby?"

She whimpers softly, her hips bucking against you involuntarily as she tries to get closer to the source of the friction. "Damn you..." She hisses, her voice laced with frustration and desire. "You always... always... use your... your assets..."

"I guess I should start being the top from now on..." you provoke her.

Her eyes snap open, a fire burning within them. She suddenly stands up, lifting you with her and flipping you over so that you're bent over the couch. She presses herself against your back, her hands roaming over your body possessively. "Over my dead body, you little bitch" she yanks your skirt down.

You smirk as what you want was happening "Is it baby~"

She grinds herself against your backside, her panties completely soaked through. She reaches around to grope your breasts again. Her voice is low and dangerous in your ear. "You want me to fuck you into submission, huh?"

"Can you though, baby?"

With a snarl, she yanks your panties down, too, her hand going around your waist and shoves two fingers into your pussy without warning. She curls them inside you, hitting your G-spot perfectly as she grinds her palm against your clit. "Answer me, bitch. Should I fuck you into submission?"

"Oh fuck!!! ahhh!! ngh....I don't know....maybe...or maybe not...?" You say as your legs tremble.

Her fingers pump in and out of you roughly, her thumb pressing hard on your clit with each stroke. She leans forward, her teeth sinking into the back of your neck as she fucks you with her hand. "Fuck that. I'll show you who's in charge here..."

She suddenly pulls her fingers out of you and spins you around, pushing you back onto the couch. She climbs on top of you, after taking off her clothes and shoving her soaked pussy against yours.

"mmm ahhh! so wet?" You moan

She grinds against you, your combined wetness making loud, obscene noises. "Damn right I'm wet. You make me this way, you teasing little bitch..." She hikes your legs over her shoulder, deepening the friction.

"ngh...."

She watches you throw your head back, your breasts bouncing slightly with each thrust of her hips. She tries to rub against you harder, chasing her own release, rubbing her clit against your wet pussy. "Answer my question, baby...tell me who's the good girl now? Will you stop being a brat now?" She hisses softly, her hips moving in tight circles. "Should I fuck the answer out of you?"

"ngh...go ahead, try..." you push her buttons a little more. "Grinding your pussy against mine won't really make me submit, baby~" you say trying to hold your own composure as you tease her.

"Uh huh?" She smacks your clit, not so harshly but enough to make you flinch.

"ngh...bada..." you whine.

She smirks, slapping your dripping mound again. "You think you're tough, huh? Keep talking shit then." She presses her thumb firmly against your clit, rubbing circles that make your hips twitch involuntarily. Leaning in close, her lips brush your ear.

"You really think you can take this? This isn't enough to make you submit? Hmm...You think you can handle me sitting on your face and smothering you with my thighs until you pass out?"

You whimper at the images it's creating in your head.

She chuckles at your squirming. "Mmm, I see that idea gets you all excited. Want my pussy on your face, slut?" Without waiting for an answer, she swiftly repositions, straddling your face and lowering her dripping mound onto your mouth.

You moan and eat her like a starved woman. Her body shudders as you dive in hungrily, your tongue lapping at her folds and plunging into her entrance. "Fuck yes, eat that pussy..." She grinds down on your face, smothering you completely, as she leans down to eat your pussy.

Bada moans into your pussy as she eats you out fervently, her tongue swirling around your clit before plunging deep inside you. She can feel your muffled cries against her own dripping cunt, which only spurs her on. "Mmmph..."

She pauses briefly to flick her tongue rapidly over your throbbing clit before plunging back in, fucking you with her tongue as her own pussy drips onto your face. She grinds deliberately against your mouth, painting your lips and chin with her juices. "Ungh..."

"Does licking my fucking pussy make you forget why you were being such a brat earlier?" She continues to smother you, her tongue fucking you deep and slow while her clit grinds relentlessly against your chin. "Hmm? you wanna... cum now?"

"Yes, yes, please...ngh..." you whimper, begging her.

"Then fucking listen to me next time, you smart mouth, got it?" She shifts slightly to give you more room to breathe but keeps her drenched pussy firmly on your face. One hand reaches down to smack your pussy again, then rubs tight circles around your clit.

Your hips twitch and you reach up to eat her again.

She moans loudly as your tongue finds her clit again, the sensation making her hips buck involuntarily. Her fingers continue to work your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. "Cum with me, you little bitch... Now."

You cry against her pussy as your hips jerk and you cum hard.

Bada's body shakes as she comes hard against your face, her pussy contracting and pulsing as she soaks your mouth and chin with her juices. She keeps her fingers moving on your clit, drawing out your orgasm until you're a shivering, whimpering mess beneath her.

She slowly lifts herself off your face, allowing you to gasp for air as she looks down at you, dripping wet and disheveled as she straddles your hips. She runs her fingers through your hair, spreading her juices across your face. "Look at you..."

"Now who's my good girl?" teases you to get back on you for your earlier seducing.

You whine in embarrassment.

"Answer the question before I spank your pussy again." Her fingers twitch slightly, ready to punish you if you don't respond.

"ngh....me...I'm your good girl..."

She grins wickedly and slaps your pussy again, the stinging sensation making you jump. "That's right, you little slut. You're MY good girl, not the other way around."

She then moves behind you on the couch to cuddle you, as you both bask in the afterglow of your orgasms. "I love you..." she kisses your nape. "Don't be too jealous when I'm interacting with my students. It's my job. At end of the day, I'm coming home to only you."

You turn and snuggle closer in her chest. You playfully squeeze her ass and slap it hard. She yelps, "heyyyy!! What was that for???" She pouts.

"That's for spanking my pussy earlier!" You spank her ass again.

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It's been a week since I posted ig...Anyway, this was a lame smut tho +_+

[itsthecline]

headcanons

pogue!reader x dealer!rafe

cw: profanity , use of drugs / drug abuse , sexual innuendos , abusive household

18+ minors dni

dealer!rafe knew who you were before you both met ; you met him through barry and did not know who he was until barry explained he was country club and then you recognized him. this was season 2 rafe in my head

dealer!rafe is the one who’s pining harder in this situation forrrr sure. he sees a beautiful girl who has it rough and is pushing through — he wished people saw him like that

you did. once you started hanging out with rafe and barry more , it moved to one on one’s and him meeting your best (only) friend

you live in the trailer park , right across from barry, and that just meant you started smoking at an early age

you got the nickname pearl from rafe and barry when you did coke for the first time and made it look like it was a part of your daily routine

you live with your mother , little brother , and dog. your mother was terrible ; she was absent unless she needed something from you , she ignored you , she refused to accept that your little brother was gay , she hardly spent the time to stock the kitchen for your family , and she always said how much she regretted having you.

dealer!rafe was one of the few people that you spoke about your mother with — one too many late night smoke sessions and you were both confiding in each other and confessing things you never had before

you end up dating rafe for awhile the majority of season 2 and it was really good up until the end when you found out he hooked up with some kook girl at a party

“it’s not my fault you don’t fuck me!” that was rafe’s excuse when you flipped out on him. “do you not understand that maybe i don’t want to lose my virginity to an asshole that fucks everything? no wonder i didn’t fuck you , dude!” you were both coked out , but those were the last words you said to him

you didn’t see him again except for in passing at barry’s ( who became your plug once again ) dealer!rafe is the one trying to talk to you every time and you always brush him off unless you need something

it’s when you had nowhere to go on a particularly bad night at home with your mother. barry was out of town , your best friend was visiting her cousins , and you had no one. so you called him and actually talked

dealer!rafe was in the middle of throwing a party , selling his newest product when he got the call. he saw your number flash across the screen. he didn’t hesitate to pick up , listen to what you said , and shut down his own party despite it only being around midnight

as soon as everyone was gone , he was speeding to the trailer park to pick you and your brother up

he always said “we take care of our own,” whenever you apologized for asking for help

that’s all for now <3 but i wanna get insight to how you all see dealer!rafe too , so send me some ideas! i def get inspiration from lola the movie for reader here

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

Brats Making Noise

- Fluff; Mattheo Riddle x Reader x Theodore Nott

- Summary; The other boys in the common room get too noisy for Matteo liking as you and Theo are sleeping.

Word count - 1k

“Will you lot, be quiet!” Letting out a grunt, Mattheo turns around making you loosen your arms around him, “Sorry, my love,” he kisses your forehead, as he can’t exactly reach Theo, he opts for stroking his forehead softly. In return, Teddy gave him a small sigh of approval.

“Never knew Riddle would be whipped enough to decrease the noises!” Enzo smirks, playfully as he pulls out another card from his deck.

“A month ago he would be playing with us and shouting louder,” Blaise laughs, putting down his card.

“The cocky bastard is all loved up, can’t even see clearly with the cloud of mist,” Draco snickered.

“(House Animal) and snake has theo into the mix, he could have at least played uno with us,” Blaise sighs, leaning back.

“What happened to him anyway?” Lorenzo asks the stupid question.

“Turn around and see for yourself, how many times? You are so oblivious,” Draco shook his head, pulling out another card to place.

Lorzeno turns around to see you three on the sofa, “Ohhh, I see what you mean Bliase,”

“I can still hear you,” Mattheo opened one eye to look at his friends, “Theo couldn’t barely sit up straight let alone play a bloody card game!”

“Protective much, it’s a fucking card game,” Enzo grins as he shows his cards to Matt.

Mattheo rolls his eyes, having no time to argue with the barbaric brat. He’s like a fish out of water, most of the time, does not take a hint.

For a while during their card game, it did get quite.. too quiet! However, Mattheo already had his eyes closed, snuggled up with you and Theo, not caring about anything other than you both.

By now, You and Theo have both changed positions snuggling into Matt’s neck as he is in the middle. His protective arms graze with light touches like feathers to comfort you and Teddy.

“Oh, the fuck sake will you stop trying to cheat!” Draco shouts loudly, reaching across the small table and yanking Lorenzo’s jumper over his head.

“Why, did you do that forrrr?” Enzo whines, with a scowl appearing with messed up hair as he pulls his jumper back down.

“If you can’t see, you can’t cheat!” Mattheo snapped his eyes open to the sudden abrupt noise, “Now will you shut the fuck up because my princess and teddy are trying to sleep,”

Theo makes a grunting sound as he turns his body to get comfortable against Matt. He didn’t want to move the two of you since you both had little to no sleep for the past week due to you both being sick.

You whine, “Matty, too noisy,”

“Shh, princess, I know, we going to go to bed now,” Mattheo was just about to get up until Draco spoke up.

“Oh, so sorry your highness,” Draco snorts, “Didn’t realise you stole Theo by your charming Witt too!” Shuffling his non-existent deck as he places his second to last card in front of Enzo, “Uno,” he says, smirking.

“That's it!” Lorenzo makes all the cards fly around the room with his wand. The small table crashing against the wall.

Blaise just holds his head in his hand, “Your such a sore loser man,”

Mattheo seeing all the chaos unfold, deciding to not go until things have calm down in fear of something to be thrown at him while holding you.

“You did this last time and the time before that, why can’t you just play normally,” Draco huffs, “Has Daphne not giving you her attention,” his face soon turning into a teasing grin.

Lorenzo’s face becomes inflamed with range but nowhere near Mattheo’s face.

“You can not play quite nor fairly, if I hear one more pipe out of you two, I will feed you to Potter on a platter stuffed with an apple,” Matt snarled sharply.

“Sh, Sh, my sweethearts, go to sleep,” Mattheo whispered, gently stroking both yours and Theo’s forehead. Matt has no clue how you both have not fully woken up yet with all the chaos. Now it makes it easier for him to carry you both to bed as he is in the between you.

Both of his friends quit their snarky words towards each other, and just nod, giving the fact that he has been the moody/grumpy one in their group.

However, ever since Mattheo has been officially dating you and Theo, he has been a lot more pleasant to be around.

“We are going to bed now, so you have all the chaos you want,” Mattheo rolls his eyes, carefully standing up and lifting you into his arms.

“Yh, night; sweet dreams,” Lorenzo teases, Draco smirking as he knows what he means.

Mattheo has you into his arms leading you to his and Theo’s dorm, lying you on the bed gently.

“Where’s our teddy,” You slightly open your eyes, muttering into your sleep as Matt lays you down.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to pick up Teddy, princess,” Matt whispers, kissing your forehead as he tucks you in, “I’ll be back,”

You nod, snuggling under the covers, satisfied.

Mattheo hurries to the common room seeing that Theo is indeed still asleep. Just as Matt picked up Theo without any effort at all.

Lorenzo stretches his back and yawns, “Sweet dreams, lover boy!” With a wave of his hand. Draco and Blaise snickering at Enzo’s comment. Matt glares at them, not bothering to comment as his priority is his girlfriend and boyfriend.

“Matty,” Theo snuggles into his chest. Matt lays Theo down next to you, instantly you both clung on to each other like Velcro.

“Teddy,”

“Princess,”

“Sweet dreams, my sweet boy and girl,” Matt kisses both of your foreheads before sliding into the bed, Theo feeling a strong arm wrapped around him as he turns to have his arms around you.

“Goodnight, Teddy and Matty,” You barely heard Matt but you still could make out what he was saying.

“Mm, Goodnight, Cara Mias,” Theo mumbles, drifting to sleep with you both.

[randomrory69]

OC REDESIGN NOONE ASKED FORRRR YAAAAYAYAYA

this ones obv ma boye archangel Michael. Fixed his yeehee ass haircut, made his eyes pure white since it's cooler, added eyes on wings, and yes. The workaholic daddy issues angel has proper eyebags and wears eyeshadow now yayy-

Plusss, speedpaint under cut. And mhm I made this in IBS PAINT YAYAYAAA cuz flipaclip always makes my art quality look trashy also crazy how they used to be an ultrakill oc-

And a little personality throwback for them because I wanted their character to be even deeper and complicated hhh:-

Obviously. Still a closet gay whos trying to convince themselves that what they feel is lust and not love. Scared and disgusted of their own feelings. One sided doomed yaoi, religious guilt and severe trauma. Hates themselves. yep yep yep. But also. Doesn't have a good healthy relationship with Jehovah (The big G-). High expectations. Always under pressure. Exhausted and depressed. Always in a bitter and stressed mood. Distant and colder now and tries to avoid the other archangels. Also yes, and the Lucifer angst part ahahah HOW can I EVER FORGET THAT- deeply hates their brother with a passion of a thousand burning suns. Despises whenever anyone compares them to him. Doesn't want to talk about Lucifer because welp, thing is, they still miss them. Still have a silver of hope that they can be redeemed. But Lucifer? Oh he doesn't care. He's gonna stay down and live down. He assumes heaven's given up on him, forgetting him already and never wishing to see him again. Michael, despite being the one to slay lucifer, forced themself to think they hate lucifer, so they don't feel horrible and like shit. Triggered very easily by the mention of the fall. And yep. Still the prince of all heavenlyl hosts who lowkey wishes to abandon heaven and never come back. They never asked to be given this role, so yeah.

[closeyoureyesdaisuke]

Baaaack again forrrr- Red Hood and the Justice League fics!

This is general Red Hood meets (or occasionally works with) (or is getting imprisoned by) The JLA. I actually have quite a few good ones for this, some that people who've indulged in the genre have probably seen and a couple you might've not :)

Jason Todd's terrible, horrible, no-good very bad Week by slenderboo (18.3k, 7 chapters)

Jason somehow manages to get arrested by the Justice League while Batman is off-world, leaving his siblings to piece together what happened and him to try his best to not get sent to Arkham, or reveal his identity as Batman's son.

Featuring Jason annoying the League for 168 hours straight, Dick's descent into chaos, Tim's caffeine addiction, and Damian being Damian.

Pretty sure this is the OG. One of the classics, gotta read this if you're looking into this theme! Batfam meets the league, but mainly Jason for 90% of it. Funny, protectiveness all around (even from Jason- don't diss his fellow heroes!)

Undercover by InvalidStuff (33.6k, 7 chapters)

Jason is working undercover when he gets kidnapped by the Justice League. Batman is off-world which leaves his siblings scrambling to find him. While he has to figure out how to not get sent to Arkham and keep the existence of the batfamily a secret from the league.

Or, Jason annoys the league and learns he's important, Dick being the aggressively protective older brother that he is, Tim being a casual badass, and Damian living for violence.

THEE fic for Jason Todd and JLA. So well written, i've re-read this one multiple times. Hurt, angst, insecurity, comfort, etc. all the good stuff. So fun do read!!

Jason's Shitty Day by schrijverr (7.4k)

Jason gets arrested by Superman and Wonder Woman, while undercover as Red Hood in a criminal organization. Problem is that they don’t know he knows Batman and trying to get free only poses more problems. Especially when it’s Dick, not Bruce that comes to break him free.

One of my favs!! Genuinely made me smile, very funny moments in here. Not angsty at all, but good if you're looking for a completely humorous take :)

Face Me Entirely, Tell Me What's Wrong Here by sleepypapaya (2.5k)

Batman is off-world, so Nightwing gets called in to take care of one of the Gotham villains the JLA apprehended: Red Hood.

A mini hurt/comfort, but mostly comfort. Very pleasant short read, Dick and Jason bond + a lil bit of extra protective batfam

Firewall by ashenice (8.1k)

I had thoughts about Jason being super cagey about his identity as the Red Hood to the point that he has explosives in his helmet to prevent people from taking it off, and the vulnerability of the Batfam members knowing the ins and outs of his helmet and how to take it off despite it all.

If you haven't read this one already, trust me, its great. Love love love the tim and dick and jason relationship in this, especially the kind of identity reveal scene. Really fun read !! Not the same type of story as the others listed, so its something new and neat

Forgivness isn't a destination by yoursleepdeprivedauthor (9.8k)

“I said put the gun down Red Hood,” Superman said firmly.

“Make me,” Jason growled.

It was an instinctive response, and a stupid one, because Superman did in fact make him and Jason couldn’t do anything about it.

So much angst, like terrible amounts of angst, in the best way. This one is post Under the Red Hood, he isn't reconciled with the family yet, and he's so sad aghh.. so much hurt but a lil bit of comfort at the end to give you the happy ending. highly reccommend

[rayroseu]

!!! book 7 spoilers

content: general lilia vanrouge chibi animation, general lilia and baul zigvolt full sprite, knight of dawn full silouette, and princess malenoa full silouette (source: @alchemivich) (advisable you use a light theme tumblr bcs u might have problems viewing the silouettes lol)

THE MOMENT IVE BEEN WAITING FORRRR WAYAUDGAUDHSHGSHA general peepaw at his 300s cracking his spine 💕💕✨💕✨💕😍

AAAAHHH hes so tired from making sure the silver owls go extinct JSHAJJS also for always dealing with the Draconia's tantrums😭💥

ITS SO OVER-- ITS SO FUCKING OVER-- EVERYONE WILL DIE BY HIS HANDS-- ITS AN HONOUR TO BE KILLED WITH A FUCKING CLEAVER STONE TURNING TO A WHIP--

do YOU see the fricking flips hes doing on top of swinging a pure stone around??? GURL, THEY WERENT JOKING ABOUT HIS STRENGTH EVEN IF THOSE ARMS LOOKS AVERAGE 😭💥💥

I love his new expressions are more sinister than what we knew ✨✨✨

HIS ARMOUR LOOKS SO HEAVY OMG GRANPA ZIGVOLT WEAPON REVEAL WHEN⁉️⁉️⁉️🙏🙏 🥺🥺🥺✨✨ I WANNA SEE HIM WHACK AN OPPONENT WITH A HUGE AXE---🛐🛐

his cape is too long Jbdjaa I cant make up his form too much AAA😭✨ I'm very interested for more lore about him thoughh-- 😳✨ knight of dawn... pls be a good and likeable guy lol

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ALSO ALSOOO!!!!! THE MOST MAGNIFICENT FOR THE LAST✨✨✨🛐🛐🌹🌹😍😍

MOTHER IN LAW??????? PRINCESS MALENOA???? OHMYGOD I WAS WRECKED JUST BY THE SIGHT OF HER STAFF AND POSSIBLE ARMOUREDCAPE AND THE CAPE *HAS* VERY INTRICATE LACING??? QUEEN. 🛐🛐🛐😍😍✨✨✨ ALSO !!!! DRAGON TAIL LETSGOOOO!!!🙏🙏🙏💕💖💕💖‼️‼️‼️‼️

the way i gasped and she is so exuding of power and elegance ✨💕✨💕

everyone go home this is the best character design ever

WHERES HER SSR CARD I'D SACRIFICE MY MALLEUS SAVINGS JUST FOR HER HIGHNESS 💕🙏💖💖

*malleyuu insert* man, imagine introducing yourself as her son's bf/gf 😂😂💥💥 we're truly that meme where it goes -> the guy you like, his mother, his father, etc etc 😂😂💥💥‼️

HER FREAKING STANCE-- I CANT GET OVER IT ITS SO EFFORTLESSLY AUTHORITATIVE!!! Prince Levan scored a baddie holy freaking gosh--

Now, I really believe theyll release an actual sprite for Princess Malenoa ✨✨ She looks too detailed to just end it like this lol

[1dwaekki]

Okay Twitter is great today because I also just found this.

https://x.com/staysday6/status/1853125189900603823?s=46&t=bBGgdunv7y5zE-En4ynj5Q

Seungmin sneeze

Omg this is INSANE?!?!?! You have NO idea how excited I am about all of these new clips I don't think I'll ever recover I'm SCREAMING 😫😫

His pre and mid-sneeze face is genuinely the best thing ever omg he looks so DESPERATE?! Like the way his whole face is just scrunched up and it looks like the sneeze is taking over his whole body? Yes PLEASE this is what I've been waiting forrrr

Please God let's keep this going 🙏🙏

[missamyrisa2]

how would you tickle a girl who is kinda new into nsfw and would like to test different sensations like touching and/or pussy tickles? that girl is me thank yoouuu~ !! <33

Oohh I would be ever soooo delighted to explore this with you~!!

And the best way I find to ease into those sensations is starting fully clothed, and not talking about thoooose spots yettt but finding the spots on your body which activate the royal lights. Likeeeeee ~ checking under your toesss with gentle sensual rubby ticklesss, my thumbs caressing in there and we just see what we can find? Loving massagesssss behind your kneeees up your thighssss hmmm ~ anything? Checking your neck with kissyy soft teasy ticklesssss ~ loving squeezess on your lower sides by the hipssss ~ kisses in your inner armssss ~ we'll find those spots to preheat your oven yesss ~ maybe a lift of your shirt and liiiight featherryyy tickles on your waistline with little probing touches on that twitchy tummyyyyy ~ and once we find that first squeakyyy gigglyyyy moanyyy moan which is a tiny little moan, we'll see about coaxing out some more of those tinglies and wanties. I like to use a little travel wand, the miniature buzzy bulb is lovely at easing us into the regal tickles. We'll start at your upper most rib, and work slowly around, test in your underarm, then move gently in circles around your chest. Gentle humming vibrations around your royal girly chest buttonsssss ~ the fabric blunts the sensation a bit and gives those lovelyyy little ticklessss ~ all the while I'll keep working at your waistline with touches and kissessss while I coooo about how pretttyyyy you aree ~ yesss pretty girl prettty prettty girl all giggly blushyyy for meeee

You love this attention huhh ~ alll this soft elegant attention on your gorgeous bodyyyyy ~ and you want more huhhh you want more ticklessss ~ yessss I knowww, it's okayyy it's okayyyyyy ~ you're pretty and ticklish and you want tickles yes you doooo and I know where you're wanting them most huhhh ~ you want me to give you royal girlyyyy tickles do yaaaaa? Oooh I bet you have the cutestttt pearl mmhmm ~ and these chest buttons are just to die forrrr ~ I know I knowww it tickles but just endure babydolll it's gonna get soooo gooood ~ Now we take my bigger wanddd yesss, a bit oversized but we'll start on lowwww and we'll take this buzzzyyy white bulb and glide it up your bottomssss up your legsss slowllyyy ~ mmmhhh soooo vibeyy yeahhh ~ and I'll tickle tickle your bellyyyy while the bulb gets closer and closer. Oooh cooochie cooooo you can't get awayyy from thisss noooo ~ tickle tickle up your legsss up to that most royal areaaaaa closer and closer to that pearlyyy buzzzzy buzzz buzzzz ~ mmmhh now just hold still precious I'm gonna realllly push your threshold a bitttt we park the bulb riiight here put the wand riiight hereee and let it yessss hummm and humm and it's just a little tingle at firstttt but ooooh yess you're gonna feeeel itttt feel it through the fabric, all that vibration coming downnnnn through your bottoms to your prettyyyyy undiessss ~ and we'll keep this belly and these siiides and this hiiiip happy with tickless yes we wlilll ~

Oohh and once you're nice and fuzzyyyyy I'm afraid this cute top is coming offf yesssss let's just get that off and thereeee doesn't that feel betterrrr? Now I can teaseee those cuteeee royal buttonssss with my blush brushhhhhh and keep buzzzing you hereeee let's just seee how stiffyyy stiff we can make your buttonssss and how wigglyy writhyyy we can make your legssss ~ yess we loveee a good buzzy blush yes we dooooo ~ coochie coochie coooooo ~ I know you loveee thisssss ~ and ohhh uh ohhh I think mmmh I think you're about to lose these pantsss toooo ~ yess your pants can't help you nowwww they're going bye byee ~ bye byee pantssss over theree yesss and my wandd goes riiiight to these cuuuute pantiess oooh nice softt cute pantiesss and sooooo teasyy when they're vibrated huhhhh ~ Oooh look at those chest buttons darling would you look at how stiff those are getting ~ just from my blushy brush? Maybe they need kissyyy kisses toooo~ mmmh muahh muah muahhhhh ~ doesn't that feeel sooooo goood? Does it tiiickle? Awww let's get the feather on those kissed girly chest buttonsss ~ theere now that's a tickle ,that's a biiiig tickle huhhh ~

I know I know~! I'm sooo evil. But you just tell me any time it's too much and the wonderful sparklyyyy lovely tickles will go away mmmkayyy? And thereee look ooh your cute undies can't save you nowww noooo there's no escape from these tiiicklesssss ~ now we take this lovelyyy red feather and go doownnnn downnn your bellyyyy and in your navellll and out of your navellll and across your waistttt ~ you know where it's going yes you doooooo ~ down the waistttttt and ahhh that special royal areaaaa oooh soooo girlyyy this spotttt up and downnnnn and mmmhh these lipsss are just ever soooo ticklish aren't theyyyy mmmh that tickless that tiiicklesss yes it doessss up and downn and riiiiight by that girlyyy pearl ~ just that soft tipppp caressinggg inside a liiiiittle bitttt and then we hold you heeereee give your royal girly area a little shakyyy shakeee and nice and snuuugg and now the feather can do her work, kissing and kissing and making out with that neeeedy neeedyy girl pearl ~ ooooh sooo regal so royalllll yessss you can twitch and buck darling, I'm not going anyyywheree ~ we have a ticklish sensitive buttonyy button right here and we're gonna play with ittttt until you can't take it anymore and give me allll your sparklesss yessss ~ and don't worryyy I'll give your chest buttons alll the kissesss and tickless toooo and you can laugh and gigglemoan your pretty self to beautiful bits ~<3