#lcpd: asks

[luciopioid]

main guitarist!ryujin showing her shameless groupie girlfriend that playing the guitar isn’t the only thing her fingers are good at 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

ryujin x f!reader

guitarist ryujin. public sex (kinda) (do not recommend). fingering. dry humping a lil. ryujin is a sweetheart.

note: THX FOR REQUESTING AHHHH. hopefully you enjoy, anon. sorry this took me so long too LMAOOO

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You remember it like it was yesterday. Probably quite literally because it was yesterday.

As you and your friend entered the venue, you remembered how she told you that she knew the drummer and got a couple tickets for free. You ducked away to the bar while she trickled to the front to find a good spot. Walking towards the bar, you bump into someone, their ice cold drink spilling on your chest making you yelp in response. You look up at them, in unexpected shock, “Dude, what the hell?” You sigh, shaking the ice out of your shirt.

“You bumped into me.” The person says, matter of factly. You look at them to get a good look, greeted with deep brown eyes on the most gorgeous woman you’ve probably ever seen. Unfortunately her being hot didn’t take the red stain out of your shirt, but before you could complain any further she already walked away. You huff, grabbing napkins tv from the bar, forgetting the drink you initially had came for.

You walk back to where your friend is standing. Her eyes widen “What happened?” She asks. You roll your eyes, still making fruitless efforts to take the stain away. “Someone fucking spilled their drink on me,” You complain. “I just bought this shirt too.”

Before your friend can respond, she realizes the band trickling on stage and begins to cheer for them. You look up from your shirt, beginning to cheer too before immediately recognizing the guitarist.

“That’s her.” You say, leaning over to your friend.

“Who?” She asks.

“The one who bumped into me!”

“Holy shit. Ryujin?” She asks surprisingly.

You sigh. Of course she knew who she was.

“And she didn’t say sorry?” Your friend asks, rhetorically. “Huh. She’s usually super sweet.”

You just inhale in annoyance, not particularly caring anymore. You remember repeating her name to yourself in your head.

Ryujin.

During the entire set, you couldn’t take your eyes off of her. You were almost certain she caught you staring a few times. You eyed the way she shook her head up and down, her shaggy hair getting in her face and sticking to her with sweat. You eyed the muscles in her biceps and forearms. The way they pulsed when she’d hit a certain chord. Particularly, you couldn’t help but notice her veiny hands. The speed at which her fingers moved every time she played a riff. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think she was blatantly attractive.

Ryujin.

At the end of the show, the band says their thanks and walks off stage, everyone else in the venue walking out as well. You weren’t sure why you and your friend stuck around until a shorter girl in all black holding drumsticks came up to the two of you.

“Jisu! It’s so good to see you!” Your friend exclaimed as she hugged what you assumed was the drummer friend she told you about. They catch up briefly after your friend introduces you to her. You don’t know how she met her or how she knows the band, but for a very fleeting second you thought about asking if they could introduce you to the guitarist too. Just for fun.

“You guys should come around back! We might get drinks later.” Jisu exclaims. You and your friend nod, following the drummer backstage.

You stand off to the side when your friend sees the band, but in a quick glimpse you see the guitarist in a corner. She’s wiping her guitar down and putting it back in the case. She catches your gaze and you immediately avert your eyes, turning your head.

“Hey.” She says getting up. She points, “It’s you!” She’s standing directly in front of you now, smiling.

“And it’s you who messed up an extremely cute top and walked away.”

“You didn’t hear me.” She says, realization in her voice. You shoot her a puzzled look.

“What are you talking about?”

She smiles and you feel a butterfly or two. Maybe three.

“I told you to hold on! I went to grab a shirt for you but you already walked away.”

You blink. “Oh.”

“Well you still–”

“Ruined an extremely cute top. Yes I know.” She sighs.

You fake a pout. She walks away for a split second and returns with a t-shirt. She holds it out with a smirk.

“It’s not as cute, but…” She trails off.

You hold it up in front of you, “No, this is sick.” You say in awe. The shirt had a drawing on the front of with the band’s name plastered on it.

“You think so?” The guitarist gasps. “I designed it! This was the first time we did tour shirts and I wanted it to be special.” She says, heartfully.

“No, I really like it. Thanks.” You say, genuinely.

The stain will probably come out in the wash anyway.

Having yet to stop smiling, she holds out her hand. “I’m Ryujin by the way.” You nod your head. Contemplating for a split second telling her if you knew that already. You decided to just tell her yours instead.

“Look uh… I think our drummer— Jisu was talking about going out later. Are you coming?” Ryujin asks. You didn’t want to lie, but an evening around your friend’s friends seemed like it would suck the life out of you– even if they did seem cool as hell.

“I see your face so I’m gonna take that as a no.” She giggles. “I planned on staying for the next band while they went out. You’re more than welcome to join me.”

You groan internally, not wanting to turn this gorgeous… beautiful woman down, but not really wanting to stay here either.

“And stand for another hour?” You joke, hoping to let her down easy. Ryujin persists.

“There’s a room upstairs.” She retorts, nonchalantly.

Before you can even refute, she's pulling you gently by the arm, “Come on. It’ll be fun. Their musics so good.” Ryujin pulls you towards your friend and the rest of the band.

You felt like a bit of a groupie, but the band didn’t shoot any knowing looks your direction when she told them she was staying behind with her “new friend” tonight. Your friend, however, smirks at you. You choose to ignore it, but also hoping it means something. Something. Anything.

They make their way out, going opposite of the way you were following Ryujin. Pass the bar, there’s stairs which to your dismay, had no clue about. She leads you to a room that looks down on almost the entire venue, you join her on the couch.

“How long have you been playing the guitar?” You ask. Out of nervousness, but genuine curiosity simultaneously.

She chuckles, probably reading your body language to a T. “Ouu. About ten years now I think.” Ryujin says, looking off to nowhere. You nod in impressment, “Yeah. I first picked it up in middle school!” She recalls.

You don’t know how much small talk you have left in you, but you remind yourself that you just met this girl and cannot throw yourself at her yet. Unfortunately.

“Why you sitting so far away, girl?” She smirks.

You fold your arms. “Don’t know if I trust you with that drink again yet.” You joke and she lets out a genuine laugh. You definitely felt more than a couple butterflies. Maybe in more place than one. She scoots closer to you, keeping a slightly respective distance but still draping her arm over the piece of couch that you're leaning against.

“Anyone ever tell you how gorgeous you are?” Ryujin asks and you roll your eyes involuntarily. She’s lucky she’s hot. You thought.

“You tell that to all the girls you get alone up here?” You retort. She scoots closer to you.

“Just the pretty ones.”

You scoff and she lets out another laugh. “I’m joking!” She says through a chuckle.

“I’ll have you know this is my first time here as well.” Ryujin adds.

Her leg brushes against yours and you felt your face and neck go hot. You can feel her eyes on you, studying your face intently.

“I meant it y’know,” She whispers, her voice coating the shell of your ear. “You’re beautiful.”

The feeling of her breath in your ear made your entire body shiver in reaction, your shameless arousal growing exponentially. You turn to face her, your face inches from hers. “Likewise.” You say, truly meaning it.

There’s a few moments of silence, Ryujin’s face so close to yours, her eyes lidded and visible even in the dim room. You decide to rip off the bandaid.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, voice low and wanting. She smiles, nodding her head as she presses her lips against yours smoothly.

Her lips are soft like you imagined. Plump and sweet with a hint of liquor, her mouth slightly cold from the ice. For a while it’s a tangle of lips together, wet velvety tongues brushing against each other with light gasps from the both of you. Ryujin licks into your mouth confidently, her hand wrapping around your throat as you moan in response.

She pulls back momentarily, her chest heaving and her forehead resting against yours. “Can I tell you something?” She smirks, her breath warm on your lips, just centimeters away. You nod.

“Jisu showed me a pic of you and your friend a couple days ago,” Ryujin whispers, “I thought you were so fine.” She places a light feathery kiss to your lips, one hand still on your throat and the other on your thigh. “Had to have you.”

You wanted nothing more than to sit on her face right now, but alas.

She grips both of your hips and the feeling sends shivers through the rest of your body. She pulls you gently by the hips, signaling for you to sit on her lap as she spreads her legs, all in one swift movement. You sit with your back against her chest, her hand trailing up and down your thigh.

“You okay with this?” Ryujin asks, her hands coming off of you briefly.

“God, yes.”

You have never been more okay with anything ever.

She bunches up your skirt so that your lower half is accessible. She rubs at your inner thigh, entirely too close to your core, making you whine and grind against her mindlessly. Ryujin decides to bring her other hand up to your chest, kneading your tit through your shirt. You moan incessantly as she finally slips her hand into your panties.

You lean, falling limp against her warm chest. Her long middle fingers drag from your entrance to your clit, slugging your wetness as she gasps softly. “So wet.” She murmurs.

You cover your mouth to stifle a moan and she almost immediately reaches up and gently moves your hand away.

“We’re all alone, baby.” She whispers, “I want to hear you.”

With her two slicked middle fingers, she presses gently against your entrance slowly to make sure that you were ready first. Your breath gets caught as she inserts her fingers into you, smooth and slick. You clench around Ryujin’s fingers involuntarily, but that feeling too made you mew out loud.

Her free hand goes to hold your hip in place against her, the contact making you grind against her, giving her the signal to move her fingers. She pushes them in and out of you slowly as she kisses your neck from behind, you tilt your head to give her more access. “You’re such a good girl.” She whispers, low, only for you to hear. You whimper as you rut against her.

You feel her fingers pull apart slightly, stretching you out more. She pumps you deeper now, doing anything to get you to make those sweet noises again. “F-fuck Ryujin…” You whisper. She smiles against your neck as she mindlessly picks up the pace.

“You sound so pretty when you say my name.” She mumbles against your skin, the contact from your ass grinding against her making her breathless too. You probably weren’t going to last long, being extremely on edge given that you’ve been resisting throwing yourself at her all night and because it’s been weeks since you’ve got some. You weren’t entirely sure if you were imagining this or not.

Ryujin fucks her fingers into you a little more firmly now, still keeping her pace. Her fingers curving a little once she reaches the base of her palm. You definitely weren’t going to last long like this. You felt your stomach tighten and your walls clench again. The only sounds apparent to you being the muffled music from outside the room, Ryujin’s light pants and the squelching from her fucking you. It was all too much, but so, so good. She bites down on your neck when she felt your walls squeeze her, “You close, baby?” She breathes. You manage to let out a strained “Mmhm.” Not nearly being able to form a coherent word right now.

She bucks her hips into you as she speeds her fingers up slightly, still curving them into you however. Your head falls back against her shoulder and you could hear her gasps so clearly in your ear. It only turns you on more. With a final pump into your pussy, you’re clenching her fingers with a death grip and whimpering like you were in heat. You squirm under her touch as you moan out entirely too loud. Ryujin’s hand never left your hip, her grip just tightening as she fucked you. You knew there’d probably be a mark there later, but the thought just made you more excited.

You catch your breath as she slowly pulls her fingers out of you. She grabs your hips and moves you up so she can move from under you. She helps fixes your shirt, “Are you okay?” She asks, gently. You nod in response, letting out a breathy yes.

“Can I return the favor?” You ask, moving your hands to her thighs. She catches your hands, holding them.

“No need.” Ryujin says, her eyes never leaving yours. “I uh… came already.” You blink. You’d be lying if you said that too didn’t turn you on.

“It’s been a while.” She said bashfully. You smile involuntarily.

“Shit. Me too.” You both let out a chuckle as the two of you fix yourselves up.

You sit in comfortable silence as the band finishes their set, her arm around you as you lean against her comfortably.

Once the set is over and people begin to pour out, she turns to look at you. “Give me your phone.” She says and you reach over and grab it from the table next to the couch, unlocking it. She goes to your contacts and puts in a number. She hands the phone back to you and you see her number with the name ryu:) attached to it. You save it immediately.

“I have to get going,” She starts, her tone unfortunate. “If you call or text me sometime, though… I’d love to see you again, yeah?” She says, bending down to kiss your cheek softly as she grabs her jacket.

You look up at her, a smile on your face.

“Yeah. I’d like that…”

[haliotropes]

SAVIOUR COMPLEX (Mark Hoffman x F!Reader Pt. 16)

(Part 15) (Part 17)

Rated M

Gibson gets the first phone call seven minutes before 911 dispatch alters the station. It comes in to his cellphone from a blocked number.

“Detective Gibson,” he greets, trying to run the exhaustion from his eyes and failing.

“Hello, detective.”

Gibson’s hackles raise at the immediate recognition of the Jigsaw voice. Gibson motions for Perez and the chief to come to him and he puts his phone on speaker.

“And I assume I’ll be speaking to Agent Lindsey Perez and the Chief of the LCPD as well.”

The three look around at each other in scrutiny.

“Who am I speaking with?” Gibson asks.

“You'll likely be receiving an alert from 911 dispatch soon. What I will tell you now is that Mark Hoffman and y/n are fighting each other to escape a trap. The address is 817 Plumtree Road, by the riverfront. The old tool and dye plant.”

Perez begins to hurriedly write down the details and then hands it to the chief.

“They'll still be here once you arrive. Worse for wear but no one dead. The young woman’s trial has passed.”

“I guess it would be too much for me to ask your name.”

“The clock is ticking, Detective.”

The call ends. Dispatch is already on their way and Gibson and Perez get into a cruiser.

Perez bounces her leg. Gibson's grip on the steering wheel is almost bruising as the priorities gnash in his head.

Finding you is priority. But finding Mark, finding Jigsaw… Good thing he can do both in one fell swoop.

-

A very long time ago, when she was still in medical school, Jill had a friend who was a vet tech. His name was Nathan, and Nathan had gotten some tip about a dog fighting ring. He wanted to see it for himself before he told the cops. He never really explained that part to Jill. She'd always thought, even now, that a part of him was just curious enough to peek behind the curtain before tearing it down. Maybe Nathan had been the first in a long line of psychopaths that latched themselves onto Jill.

But the way you and Mark are looking at each other now strikes a remarkable resemblance to dogs thrown into a pit together. Two that have already been fighting, but one that has more scars, and one is more recently bloodied. You have survived, but Mark has won. At least until now.

Lawrence had talked her into it over and over and over again because with each breath it felt impossible and Jill would falter and Lawrence would reassure her and then the process would begin again. But here they are now, looking down at you and Mark. All of this for John, for their unborn child, for Adam and everyone else. The ropes are tangled and none of it really makes any sense. John wasn't a good man but she had loved him. And it had been about her, about them. And Lawrence had clocked pretty quickly that Mark would be coming for Jill soon, whenever he decided it was the appropriate time. Because he's a murderer. Because John turned him into that.

And you…you were just the perfect bait to finally get him in the trap.

Gordon had insisted that this is what John would've wanted, that Mark be put down like a wild animal. Gordon had insisted the same about your ex boyfriend, but that took more convincing. And at the end of the day, how much is what John would've wanted worth? Jill still isn't sure.

Gordon slips on a pig mask and nods at her. Jill nods though her throat continues to tighten. None of this feels right, not fully. Mark should face the full justice of the law, not whatever Mark has in store. Because Jill watches half-helplessly as Gordon descends onto the factory floor to incapacitate Mark again. You stand to the side, braced to move like a spring trap, but you and Jill both know you won't do anything to stop him. And you don't. Not as Gordon presses a cloth to Mark's mouth (how he still manages to overpower him Jill will never understand), and not as he drags his unconscious body away.

Jill doesn't know what Gordon has in store for Mark and she doesn't care to. All that matters is that she's alive, you're alive, and the sirens are approaching. She watches you shake, then sink to the floor with arms wrapped around yourself as tears begin to fall.

She feels guilty for what they've put you through. But what she feels, more than anything, is free.

-

By the time Gibson and Perez get to you, you're in the back of an ambulance with a shock blanket wrapped around your shoulders. All you can think about is the look Mark gave you right before he finally fell. He put up a good fight but something told you he wasn't going to win. The situation was a too perfect storm. One or neither of you were getting out. So all you could do was watch him go, your heart a hopeless mess of guilt and tragedy and confusion. And now, you realize that there would be no parting words or yearning touch. The cops weren't going to get Mark. Whoever had taken you both had taken him for good. You realize Gibson and the rest would be lucky to ever find a body.

You begin to sniffle. Somewhere nearby, Gibson screams in fury and Perez stares at the pavement with her hands on her knees. Someone's just told them that Mark is gone. You had already given a statement to dispatch. You didn't get a good look at anybody and you only knew there were two people inside.

A flood of cops and press push into the scene but you're kept well away behind a barricade. Eventually, Gibson and Perez do find you in earnest and ask you the same questions you've already been asked. And you give the same answers. A cop comes over and shows Gibson and Perez a file folder that seems to capture their interest.

“What is this?” Gibson asks, dropping any pretense of confidentiality around you.

“Evidence. Years’ worth. Proof Hoffman was working with Kramer and Amanda Young.”

Your stomach unravels at the finality of that statement. You'd known, you'd all known, but there it is in paper, in hand. Soon to be broadcasted and permanent. Strangely, a small part of you, and you're glad it is small, wants to grab the papers and tear them to shreds. Not to protect Mark because that was never possible. But to protect your mind, your heart, your pride. Because the world will know you were foolish to be hurt again. Not in the same way, but to the same caliber. There is a chance you'll spend the rest of your life as the woman who loved a killer.

It's almost as mortifying as how much you already miss him.

[eternallflowerfloette]

INTERIOR: Outside IVY's apartment building. YUUJI, WHISPER and ANGELO walk up to it.

YUUJI walks up to the door phone and rings it.

After a bit of waiting, the phone crackles to life.

IVY (over phone): Wilson Karamoto recidence, how can I help you?

YUUJI: Is this Ivy Wilson?

IVY (over phone): Sure is. Who's this?

YUUJI: Yuuji Kieu from the LCPD. Can I ask you some questions?

IVY (over phone): (slowly) About what?

YUUJI: You were Lieselotte Meyer's personal assistant a few years ago, correct?

IVY (over phone): (pause) Huh. You're the second person to ask me about that this week.

Read more on Toyhouse.

Read more on AO3.

[beardedmrbean]

LAKE CITY, Fla. – Days after a 12-year-old girl died from bullets fired into her Lake City home, the Lake City Police Department announced the arrest of a 14-year-old boy in connection with her murder.

Police said the girl was sitting on a couch when she was shot around 9 p.m. Thursday. Officers and paramedics arrived at the house on Northwest Long Street and started life-saving measures, but the girl died at the house.

LCPD said it’s been following many leads since the shooting, which led investigators to identify 14-year-old Jatarious Rashad Fluellen as a suspect.

Fluellen was arrested Monday and charged with murder and two counts of attempted murder.

LCPD said more arrests are expected.

The Columbia County Sheriff’s Office and FDLE are helping with the investigation.

Bullet holes and glass could be seen at the scene on Friday.

A family member spoke with News4JAX and described the 12-year-old as a sixth-grader who always smiled and loved to dance. They said what happened to her in that home — now marked up by evidence markers where bullets hit — is “unthinkable.”

Anyone with information regarding the shooting is asked to contact the Lake City Police Department at 386-752-4343 and speak with Investigator Sapp.

[michaelcosio]

Uncensored: The fatal shooting of NMSP officer Darian Jarrott documentary

Premiered Aug 16, 2021

February 4th, 2021

Luna county, New Mexico.

NMSP officer Darian Jarrott pulled over a white Chevy pickup on interstate 10 near mile marker 101 as a part of a homeland security investigation.

The driver, Omar Felix Cueva was under investigation by HSI for drug trafficking.

HSI asked Darian's Sargent if there would be available units to assist them with pulling over Cueva on I-10 if the opportunity came.

Darian's Sargent said there would be available units to assist on the 4th. Jarrotts Sargent spoke with him about looking for a white Chevy pickup and if he saw it, to initiate a traffic stop but only if Jarrott created his own probable cause to stop Cueva and do a search of his vehicle.

During the traffic stop Cueva fired at least 1 shot at officer Jarrott. Officer Jarrott was struck and killed by gunfire. A persuit was initiated not long after.

Multiple agencies chased Cueva for nearly 40 miles. A Las Cruces police officer successfully utilized a Persuit Intervention Technique (PIT). Cueva fired at Officers, Officers fired back, fatally wounding him.

At the time of this video being posted, authorities have arraigned Cueva's wife on a two-count indictment charging her for lying on a background check to a licensed firearm dealer along with knowingly giving a convicted felon ammunition and firearm.

0:00 brief overview 1:32 Jarrott traffic stop 8:12 after shooting 13:42 NMSP Montez and Palomares 18:15 second shooting 22:28 breakdown of information 25:57 back to Montez and Palomares 29:44 NMSP Perea 30:45 NMSP Ramos using spikes 31:14 back to Perea 33:01 DASO deputy John Singore 33:37 LCPD Adrian de la Garza 34:20 Cueva pitted by LCPD 34:51 DASO units dashcam 35:23 back to bodycam 36:15 Adrian de la Garza getting help 38:55 Cuevas information 39:21 Crime scene 41:28 Darian Jarrott press meeting, photos and funeral

from NM Bodycam

[hashtagloveloses]

I live in lancaster pa, a city of 60,000 right in the middle of lancaster county, pop. 500,000. We’re famous for our dairy farms, amish community, and oddly enough, hosting the largest refugee population per capita in the us, but that’s not why we’re in the news right now. On sunday evening the lcpd shot and killed a young black man while responding to a non-emergency domestic call. The shooting follows months and months of non-violent protesting and community organizing by lancaster 1/4

activists. For me, and many of my peers, the anger we feel is not directed toward the single cop, who shot the man running towards him with a knife, but toward the police department. That cop should not have been put in that situation, he should not have been alone. We were promised substantive change in the way authorities dealt with non-emergency and mental health related calls, and we were shown definitively that that promise has not been followed up on. We were promised change; 2/4

that change has not been effected. Extremely energetic protests erupted later sunday night. Those protests ended with mass arrests and chemicals. Several protesters were unjustly imprisoned via $1 million bail requirements. Through hard work and public pressure, those politically motivated and unconstitutional roadblocks were significantly lowered this afternoon and many protesters are now free. We are not done yet, and what we need right now is attention. National news lost interest once 3/4

the violence stopped and our local newspaper has everything behind a paywall; however, the facebook pages for Lancaster Stands Up, city councilmember Ismail Smith-Wade-El, and SafeHouse Lancaster all contain good practical information about what happened and next steps. I am asking, I suppose, for a signal boost. Lancaster in the past few days has been full of loss, violence, hard work, and incredible bravery and those stories deserve to be told. Ricardo Miguel Munoz should not have died 4/4

thank you for messaging me. i’ve been keeping an eye on this story for work and i include it in my daily newsgathering for my colleagues and ill keep going. please send me anything that keeps happening, and i’ll keep an eye out.

so far you’re right, only stupid tabloids like NY Post, local news affiliates, and paywalled local print news is covering it. as of posting this (fri. sep 18 at 7 pm EST), it seems many of the protesters were released and their charges lessened by a judge, but the mayor then went on local TV and did the usual “protest is bad” song and dance.

https://local21news.com/news/local/judge-modifies-bail-for-9-individuals-charged-following-lancaster-protests

here’s lancaster stand up’s statement on the protesters being released: https://twitter.com/lancstandsup/status/1306996022720294914

if people want to follow the activist groups involved on IG, they’re updating there too:

https://www.instagram.com/safehouselanc/

https://www.instagram.com/lancasterstandsup/

as an FYI as well to anyone wanting to keep up on these kinds of issues: if you encounter a paywall, copy the link and open it in an incognito window, it would open fine there

[halfbreeddege]

"Sigh..."

Come on Natalia, cheer up! I see you're surrounded by your three favorite officers.

It's summer time in Lego City, everyone gets short sleeves - except you, Frank!!! You keep your friggin' red speedo away from me!

Uh, I guess I should kinda explain why I have this weird ass AU that I draw everyone as robots but Natalia as a human. (Everyone else makes AUs, I can too!) I got

I was inspired by an Undertale fan artist on how they humanized the characters but added their own spin on it. When I started drawing LCU fanart, I was like "hey, I want to add my own spin too... but how?" I'm a fan of Kyatto Ninden Teyandee (aka Samurai Pizza Cats), I also like Megaman (in this case, specifically Legends) and the Polynian figurines, there's be a few kick ass Nutcracker AUs popping up on Tumblr too - oh snap, I might have inspiration here! Now the Legomen aren't robots, they're organic, just robotic looking.

I also like the trope of the one person involved with a group aliens/monsters/etc. Like Steven fitting in with his gem race, Ataru and Tenchi surrounded by a group of aliens, Frisk becoming friends with the monsters, Sonic fitting in with humans (2020 movie) just to name a few.

So who should be the little fish fitting in the big pond? Well, I reckon the LCPD is pretty darn embarrassed  about Chase's big screw up and the Mayor/Dunby/Chase and Ellie (to an extent) are like "Rawr! Protect the witness!" I'd figure Natalia would be the perfect fish. Man that sounded weird...

So there you have it - my weird ass AU. Got any questions, feel free to ask.

Natalia's uniform in this pic is inspired by the Sagawa delivery uniform.

Lets listen to some cool beats as Natalia tries to figure out how to get some privacy. 

[nicolacoughlanbigod]

not an ask but i jus wanna tell you that i appreciate your account sm,, I ain't been following you for long but dang them quality lcpd fan content really do be delivered by you boo 😔✊🏼 we love to see it honestly

Haha thank you 😊 happy I can deliver ✊🏼✊🏼✊🏼

[lavandulacosmos]

Hey!

3, 7, 12, 39 for the writers ask please?

fanfic writer ask✨

Thanks for indulging me, Kal! 🥰

3. Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [Fanfic Name] story/chapter?

If I can choose, then there are two actually. I have a soft spot for the wedding scene in Mazarine. I think everything is how it should be, the mood, the feelings, the setting, especially after the roller coaster of emotions of the story - if I can say so myself. The other is chapter Súton from Amaranthine. It hits quite differently, because it builds up to tragedy. But I think the butterfly effect theme gave it a poetic twist.

7. What story/headcanons do you feel the proudest of?

Beating logic into the LCPD storyline, especially finding an acceptable explanation for why Berlin did what he did - thus saving the Berlermo ship from sinking quite so spectacularly. 😋 And my personal favourite headcanon is Marseille and his quotes. 😄

12. Who is your favorite author?

I can't choose a single one, so in no particular order: Alexandre, Dumas, Magda Szabó, Endre Ady, Imre Madách, Dante Alghieri, Petrarca, Oscar Wilde, Donna Tartt, Leigh Bardugo etc. I probably left out some, but they are the ones I could always grab off the shelf and re-read.

39. What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

Hmm. If I can be an accurate judge of my own writing then I think keeping characters in-character is a strong point, as well as navigating the plot in a way that's enjoyable to read both in pace and style.

[luciopioid]

Your writing makes me black out you are SO talented!! If you don’t mind, #17 from the more recent list w/ Soyeon? I feel like it channels the same emotions she brings out in Psycho 🎶

#17 from here. “You better watch your fucking mouth.”

soyeon x f!reader

miscommunication. reader has an attitude. soyeon fixes it. fingering. wrap-around. established relationship.

note: OOMFIE THANK YOU SO MUCH AHHH I really liked this prompt for her and I hope it did you and her justice!! Thank you again <3

It’d been a long day. Waking up after Soyeon, expecting her beside you or anywhere else in the house, but to no avail, she was not. Lately, she’s been leaving early and coming home late to go work in the studio. Normally, it didn’t bother you, but today was one of those days where everything did. One of those days where nothing felt like it was going your way. You wanted nothing more than to just lay with your girlfriend, but she wasn’t even there to begin with. She didn’t respond to the text asking if she had lunch or the one that asked what time she’d be home. You were irritated to say the least, but you still went on with your day. That evening, you were getting ready for bed when Soyeon came home from the studio. She opened the door to you fixing the pillows on the bed. “Hey, baby.” She said as she put her bag and laptop on the desk. “Hi.” You say flatly and Soyeon cocked an eyebrow almost immediately.

“Everything alright?” She asks, confusion in her voice. You don’t respond at first, just continuing to make the bed. “Babe.” Soyeon says again, moving closer to you. Turning around suddenly, “What, Soyeon?” You snapped at her on accident. Her eyebrows furrow, her face puzzled.

“What’s wrong?” She asks and you huff and attempt to walk away. She grabs you by your arm. “Stop. I asked you a question.” Soyeon says, gentle but still stern.

You inhale sharply, attempting to keep it together. A part of you felt bad. A part of you was just sleepy. Another part of you just missed your girl. “Nothing,” You deadpan.”I’m just tired.”

Leaving Soyeon’s grip you walk to the bathroom. She treads behind you slowly.

“You sure that’s all?” She asks, leaning against the doorframe. Her eyes not leaving you for one second.

“Fucking hell. Could you just drop it? You’re so…” You sassed, trailing off. Your voice slightly louder than intended. Soyeon readjusts herself, making sure of what she’d just heard. “Watch your fucking mouth.” She warns, dropping the gentleness of it all.

You scoff, walking away to plop yourself on the bed. “Or what?”

She chuckles, joining you on the bed. You turn your head away from her. Soyeon scoots closer to you as she places her hand on your neck, turning your face towards hers with her thumb and index. She eyes your lips and then your eyes, forcing you to hold her gaze.

“What’s with you tonight, mm?” She hums, her voice low. “Trying to get on my nerves? Is that it?” She asks into your ear. You roll your eyes, shoving her hand away.

Soyeon sucks her teeth. “Such a damn brat.” She places a kiss to the shell of your ear. “I think I know a way to get rid of this little attitude of yours.” You feel your breath hitch.

Soyeon moves so that you’re sitting in front of her, her chest warm against your back. She slides the strap of your shirt off and places a warm kiss there. Her hands move down to your hips and pull you closer to her. She grabs a handful of your hair and pulls your head back, leaving your neck exposed at her leisure. Your head drapes over her shoulder as she kisses at your neck. Her hands trailing over your waist and torso, grabbing at whatever they could.

“Please.” You croak, only loud enough for her to hear. Soyeon’s hand crawls up your shirt and her hand covers your breast, giving it a light squeeze, your nipple being pinched between her fingers. Soyeon ignored you as she continued to tease you, leaving evident marks on the side of your neck. You ground yourself against her mindlessly to which it was then that she took the hint and trailed her hand down from your stomach to the front hem of your shorts. You squirmed under her touch, desperate for her to give into you.

“Don’t tell me this was all you wanted,” She taunts. Her hand slips into your shorts, “Getting all pissy with me when you just wanted to be fucked.” Soyeon rubs your clit over your panties with her middle fingers and you let out a needy and desperate whine. Her fingers move down and she gasps ever so softly, “So wet,” She comments under her breath, her fingers moving around your pussy in a whirling motion, “Aww so needy.” She says in a mocking tone.

“Please, Yeonnie.” You buck up into her hand while her other hand still pinched at your nipple. She chuckles as her fingers hover over your entrance. “Please, what?” She teased. A smirk evident in her voice without even being able to see her.

“Want you inside me.” You whisper. Soyeon doesn’t move the hand in your shorts at all.

“Oh yeah?” You nod, still writing for her. “You want me to fuck you?” She asks, stating the obvious. You nod again.

“Use your words.” You roll your eyes, growing more desperate and impatient by the second.

“Just fucking–”

“Mm-mm,” Soyeon says, followed by a tsk sound, “There you go again with that mouth. Ask me nicely.”

You inhale sharply, biting your lip to stifle any other words from coming out. Soyeon notices your lack of response and her hand slowly starts to pull out of your pants–

“Wait–” She stops.

“Please,” You exhale, “Please fuck me, Soyeon.” You whine and you can practically feel her grin.

She moves her hand back down, her fingers moving your panties to the side. “There we go,” Her hand circles your entrance, still not giving you what you’ve been begging for. “Now tell me,” She whispers into your ear, “Are you gonna stop giving me all this fucking attitude?” You nod your head in compliance, but it still wasn’t enough for her.

“Say it.” Soyeon commands with a little more bite.

“Yes.” You blurt out as she continues to smirk.

It was then that you felt Soyeon’s long and smooth fingers slip inside you. You let out an involuntary gasp, taking in the feeling of her filling you. She moves her fingers in and out of you at an excruciatingly slow pace. You could feel just how wet you were by the slickness of her hand movements alone.

Soyeon pinched your nipple again with her other occupied hand and your breath shudders. You felt her fingers curl slightly inside of you to which she continued to move them in a fluid motion inside of you, causing you to mewl and throb around her. Soyeon places a gentle kiss over the marks she’s made on your neck already. She bites at your shoulder before soothing it with a kiss as well.

“You sound so pretty, baby.” She coos, her fingers deep inside of you.

“Faster.” You mumbled and for the first time, Soyeon complied. She picks up the pace a bit, her middle fingers separating slightly. She’s probing you with curved long fingers, your juices spilling out over her hand. Your wanton moans fill up the room alongside the sound of your pussy being fucked into. “Yeonnie…” You whimper as your hand goes to grip at her arm, your nails digging into her flesh.

She fucks into you faster now, each pump from her hand earning a lengthy moan from you. Your head was dizzy from the sensations, your jaw slack and hanging open.

“You’re clenching so hard, baby,” Soyeon mutters low into your ear, “Are you close?”

You nod as you whimper, your stomach feeling tight. She continues pumping in and out of you as she whispers praises and compliments into your ear.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whine out and Soyeon fucks into you faster, bringing you closer over the edge.

“Come for me, princess.” She grunts and in seconds you're clenching around her fingers even harder and panting like a dog. You let out combinations of curses and moans and other unintelligible nonsense all while her fingers still pump into you.

You come down from your high, breathing heavy and hard in Soyeon’s embrace. She moves from behind you and lays you down onto the pillow. She wipes the sheen of sweat from your forehead and places a soft kiss there.

“You gonna tell me what that was all about earlier or…?”

You frown. “You left without saying goodbye, first of all.” She scoffs into a smile. “Second. You’ve been practically ignoring me all day. I just–” You trail off. “I missed you.”

“You didn’t read my note.” Soyeon realizes, putting the pieces together.

“What note?”

She reaches over you to grab something from the space between the bed and bedside table. She pulls out a folded piece of paper.

“I left this on the table.” She says, handing it to you.

You looked so beautiful while you were sleeping, I didn’t want to wake you up. I have a lot of work to do today, so I might not be on my phone as much. I’ll call you on my way home. Love you baby.

You pout, holding back a smile. “Well…you still didn’t call me on your way home.” Soyeon chuckles and nudges you.

“You’re such a brat.”

[sunshineofthegroup]

I Only Wanted Fun (Now You've Got Me All F*d Up)

Michael meets his new crew.  Little does he know, he's met his boss before. ** 'This is the story of how they met, her picture was on the back of a pack of cigarettes, and when she touched him, he turned ruby red, a story that they'll never forget, never forget' - Fall Out Boy, Where Did The Party Go ** Part 3 of a pre-FAHC/FAHC series based off FOB songs (primarily from Save Rock and Roll) [juggey, ~900 words]  [read on ao3]

“Where’s Ramsey?”

 “Relax.  He’s not home yet,” Gavin said. “I’ll introduce you to the rest of the crew.”  He walked them from the entry way, down the short stairway into the open living plan. “Bedrooms are down those stairs.” He pointed behind him.  “City’s out the windows, and yes, we have quite the view.”

 Michael rolled his eyes and muttered, “he’s always like this,” to Ray, who shrugged, not minding. Believe it or not, spending three months on a cross country crime spree with Michael had been the high point of his life so far, and it was only looking up from there.

 “On the couch is Ryan, Lovely Ryan, this is Michael and Ray,” Gavin introduced.  Ryan looked … normal.  He had his socked feet up on the coffee table, xbox controller in his lap, taking a brief sip of Diet Coke.  He waved to them.  Ray waved back, Michael merely nodded.  “And Jack’s in the kitchen.  She’s our bartender, if you want anything to drink.”

 “No thanks,” Michael said, and Ray just shook his head.  Jack seemed to be observing them very harshly, but otherwise didn’t say anything.

“Jeremy’s on a job, unfortunately,” Gavin said.  “You can meet him when he gets back.  He’s top.”

 Behind them, the door to the penthouse opened again, and a man in a tuxedo walked in, holding a newspaper in one hand and a handgun in the other.

 “Front page news, boys and girls!” he exclaimed.  “Front Page News!”  He tossed the newspaper at Ryan, who deflected it, before he noticed Gavin with the new kids.

 “And this is Geoff Ramsey himself,” Gavin said.  “Geoffrey, my boi Michael, and his friend Ray.”  Gavin beamed brightly and Geoff gave the new recruits a look up and down.

 “It’s good to meet you,” Michael said, sounding formal but still informal at the same time, somehow. “Gav’s told me a lot about your operation.  I hope you’ll still be needing my services?”

 “Of course, of course!” Geoff said, pushing himself between Gavin and Ray, putting his arm over Michael’s shoulders and steering him away from the kitchen.  “I would love to hear more about these skills you have.” Gavin shrugged at Ray and gestured at the couch.  Ryan welcomed the company.

 “Yes, sir,” Michael said. The door to the heist room closed behind him and Geoff.  “I expect you pulled my records from Liberty City PD.”

 “Yes, we did, and it is exhaustive,” came the reply.  The redhead at the computer spun around in her chair, grinning at him.  “Hello, Michael.”

 “Ruby,” Michael blurted out.  He felt like all his air was gone.  How was she here?  Now?

 “Good, I was worried you wouldn’t remember,” she winked at him.  “It’s Lindsay.  Lindsay Tuggey.  Welcome to my crew.”

  “Hey there.”  She was too perky for this place.  A seedy club in Liberty City?  She had to have a motive.  Michael turned around to look at her, seeing the exact opposite of what he’d been expecting.  “Wanna dance?” she asked him, and he could feel himself nod, and then she had pulled him onto the dance floor by the tie.  

 If Michael only had one word to describe her, it would have to be fucking gorgeous, because Michael was a rule breaker, and there was no way just gorgeous was good enough for this girl.  Michael didn’t have a poor self-image or low self-esteem by any means, but this girl was at least 12 times too good for him.  Why she’d pick him of all the people in the club was beside him, honestly–

 She kissed him and his mind shorted.  He couldn’t think in long sentences about how beautiful this woman was  because he could no longer think.

 “I love your tattoos,” she whispered in his ear, and he could hear the grin as she said it.

 “Thanks, yeah, I love your…” Michael managed to stutter out before his brain turned off and he didn’t have an end to the sentence, “uh… you.”

 “My me is pretty great,” she laughed.  “Want to get out of here?”

 “Y-yes,” Michael nodded. She grabbed his hand and practically pulled him out of the club.  RIP the jacket he had brought.  She had his shirt unbuttoned by the time the cab was in drive, her fingernails scraping down his muscles, her tongue not far behind.  “God, God…” he moaned.  “Um, I’m Michael, by the way?”

 “Ruby,” she replied without hesitation.

 Hand to God, best night of Michael’s life.  Of course she was gone in the morning.  Idiot. He should have gotten her number or something.  He never thought he would see her again.  He checked his phone just in case she’d left him a message or something…

 When are you headed out here???  I miss my boi!!

 Michael sighed and texted Gavin back.  He still had some things to take care of, and then he’d start making his way out to Los Santos.

  “Your crew?” Michael asked, confused, looking between her and Geoff.

 “Yup,” Lindsay replied without explanation.  She had a file folder in her hands, Michael assumed it contained his records. “Michael Jones.”  The syllables rolled out of her mouth in the best way Michael had ever heard anyone say his name before.  “Do you care to maybe tell us a little bit more about the time you blew the roof of the LCPD station?”

 “Which time?” Michael replied, unfazed.

 “He’s hired,” Geoff told her.  “I need a drink.”  He left the heist room.

[clutchpowers]

I wish I could have gotten more legos before the LEGO movie other than my world racers but one but the only thing stopping me was he fact that the only mall that was close to me (at the time) was like an hour away and I get really self conscious when asking my mom to buy things especially LEGO those prices are....augh....

and yeah the fact that you can use the pad anymore kinda takes away from it a bit but the communicator calls take place on screen and their little updated design is really nice to look at!! Though using the camera stick to move the curser when taking pictures or trying to listen into converstations is..a bit annoying honestly. BUT I’m so happy they remade it because now it’s out to a bigger audience and more people get to play it even if it isn’t as it was intended but a remake is better than nothing tbh AND ALSO SAME I was so upset that LEGO didn’t make like an exclusive LCU set with chase and frank or one with chase and natalia?? It could have been a big set or like a polybag..and they had another chance do it with the remake but instead the make the preorder bonus a helicopter?? like why?? They could have also done a special army set with the villains or the LCPD officers I just. why is LEGO like this. just gimmie phycial minifigs of natalia and frank please.

I'm genuinely interested, what got you into Lego City? Did you play other Lego games, buy other Legos, was there a special reason?

before the lego movie my only two exposures to lego were clutch powers and ninjago and i only owned one set which was a world racers set (that i don’t have anymore because my brother stole it from me)

anyway the lego movie came out, i got hardcore back into them and months after that my mom got me a wiiu. while looking up games for it i came across lego city undercover and thought “well i’ve played the lego movie and lego star wars games, i should look up more on this” and so i ended up watching the movie version of it on youtube and for some reason i just?? fell in love with the whole game?? i fell in love with the story, the characters, everything. it blew my high school mind how great this games story was and ended up drawing it all the goddamn time. i would watch the same movie cutscenes over and over and over again for months that turned into years. i was never able to really play it on the wiiu since my gamestop didn’t have it and i wast allowed to buy things on amazon at the time so i just kept watching the movie and got even more invested and over the years made up millions of headcanons, AUs, the whole shazam. the first non ninjago/non $10 set i got myself in YEARS was the 2013 chase mccain set only because my target had restocked them for like 3 days (in 2015) for no reason and i quickly saved up all my money to buy it.

and it just never stopped from there, i would post about it for MONTHS on my main accounts and even before the remake was announced i was still thinking about it all the time hoping that one day Tt would make a second game (or i guess a third since TCB is a game that still counts) but you know with the remake i was finally able to play the game and i still felt as great as i did when i watched the movie back in 2014

at the end of the day im happy im super invested into the game as i am but then again i see it as a curse because i post about it nonstop on my twitter and i draw horrible things like this

[drillmaster]

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[luciopioid]

Strap gg’s YOUR MIND— okay, #9 w/ Minnie or Soyeon? (Your choice!) Strap receiving included? 🙇‍♀️

#9 from here. “I want to ruin you.”

minnie x f!reader

fwb minnie. strap-ons. dom minnie. situationship… minnie is oblivious.

note: NO, YOUR MIND… this was so fun to write. I think I got a little carried away but per usual, thank you for requesting!!!!

It was just sex between the two of you. Casual sex. Nothing more. Sometimes Minnie would wrap her arms around your waist when the two of you hugged after not seeing each other for a while, but it was only sex. Sometimes you’d send Minnie selfies of you and await her compliments, but in the end— it was just sex. There was nothing between the two of you but sex.

Can I come over?

She’d text you, quite frequently. And quite rarely did you ever say no. You always found it hard to say no to her, to not give in to whatever she was giving you.

Minnie sent those same familiar words to you tonight and minutes later, you replied-

ofc yea

She knocked on your door, having shown up within the next hour of asking if she could come over. You wasted no time opening the door, excited to see her once again. “Hi,” you smiled, standing in front of the door. Minnie doesn’t say anything, instead she returns the smile and leans in to kiss your cheek. You feel a pang in your chest and a tingling in your stomach simultaneously.

She walks in, wearing baggy sweats and a plain crewneck. Her backpack on one shoulder, accompanied by her long dark hair. She sits down on your couch, getting comfortable. Minnie looks you up and down. “You look so good.” She smirks as she pats the empty spot next to her, signaling for you to come sit next to her. Like always, you never deny Minnie. You find your spot next to minnie and she scoots closer, closing the gap between the two of you.

She grabs your legs and drapes them over hers, her hands caressing your legs gently. “How was work?” You ask. Casually. Minnie inhales, her hands still mindlessly caressing you. “Long. So long.” She chuckles. You admire her smile. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“I missed you.” She says. Casually. You feel your chest tighten again. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Minnie leans down and kisses your thigh. She then moves to your neck and kisses you there too. Your eyelashes flutter as you inhale. Her touch was exhilarating. She nuzzles in your neck, “Mmm you smell so good.” Her hand snakes around to hold the back of your head. “Pretty girl.” She says trailing kisses from your jawline to your collarbone.

“Come here,” Minnie mumbles, grabbing your thigh and swinging you over her lap in one swift movement. You sit comfortably, straddling her legs. You grab her face with both of your hands, immediately embracing her lips in a hungry kiss. You bite and lick at her mouth with utmost desperation. She moans softly as your lips intertwine, her hands roaming back and forth from your torso, your ass and your thighs.

You stand up, taking Minnie with you as you rush to take off her shirt. She does the same to you, pulling your tank top above your head and discarding it on the floor. You pull your shorts down along with your underwear. While doing so, Minnie hurried in taking the strap-on out of her bag, getting rid of her excess clothing as she steps into it. “Here,” you whisper, pulling her close to you as you tighten the strap around her hips for her. Once it’s on fully, her hands find your hips again and pull you back down on the couch.

Her hands go to knead your breasts, pinching your nipples which causes you to yelp in response. Minnie smirks. You grind down onto her, feeling the strap slide against you. She takes her hand and slips it between the two of you, her fingers finding and rubbing over your pussy. You whimper at the touch, “So wet for me.” She says to herself, her fingers probing at your entrance. “I just want to ruin you.” She groans softly, kissing your skin wherever she could. “Fuck me, Minnie please.” You beg, rutting against her fingers.

She slips her hand out from under you as she licks her fingers, tasting you. “Come here baby,” She commands, you lean into her, “Lift your hips for me.” She adds. You have one hand on her shoulder and the other on the back of your couch for support. She aligns the dick with your entrance, “You okay?” She asks before continuing. You nod your head and slowly sink down onto her. You let out a subconscious mewl as you take in the feeling of her cock filling you up entirely. You move up slowly before you sink down again.

“You always take me so well,” Minnie praises you as she kisses your chest, her eyes never losing yours. “Can I fuck into you?” She asks, grabbing your waist. You nod again as she adjusts herself, holding you at an angle so she can fuck you properly. Minnie holds your hips in place as she thrusts into you, grunting. You let out a string of moans and curses. She keeps her pace steady and her thrusts firm, each sound of skin slapping together accompanied by your wanton whimpers.

Minnie kisses you on your lips, taking in your moans. She licks into your mouth, sloppily sucking on your tongue and bottom lip. All while her hand is on the small of your back, fucking into you mercilessly. Her thrusts get faster and harder and she moves you so that you're directly on top of her once again. She bucks her hips up against you, slowing down a bit but still making hard movements.

In her best attempts to send you over the edge, Minnie moves a hand from your hips to your pussy to rub her thumb over your clit. You whine as you lean back, resting your hands on her knees. The more you bounced on top of her, the more Minnie let out quiet, short moans from the friction of the strap-on. She looked so good like this. Her face flushed, lips slick and parted. You grinded against her cock more, taking in the multiple sensations.

“G-gonna cum soon,” You mutter in between noises.

“Yeah? You gonna come on this cock, baby?” She asks slyly. You nod, feeling your stomach tighten. The thrusts just get sloppier and less defined as you fuck. You feel your whole body heat up as you reach closer to your climax.

With a few more clumsy thrusts, your walls tighten around her strap as you let out moans and whines wantonly. Her hands find your tits once more, massaging them through your orgasm as she talks you through it.

“You’re so good for me.” She whispers, “And you’re so beautiful.”

Once the two of you have stopped moving, taking the moment to catch your breaths, Minnie’s hand intertwined with yours, “My pretty girl.” She mutters.

My pretty girl.

Minnie pulls out of you, but still resting under you. She takes this moment upon herself to kiss you breathlessly. She brings her hand up to your cheek and strokes it with her thumb. You lean against her, embracing her warm naked figure on your skin. The softness of her lips combined with the gentleness of her hand was making your head spin. It was just casual. You say to yourself

Just casual.

[luciopioid]

#6 with any of the (g)-idle girls, please? <3

#6 from here. “Let him watch.”

miyeon x f!reader

window sex. cunnilingus (reader giving), voyeurism kinda.

note: thank you sm for requesting!!!!! i changed him to them because I couldn’t think of a way to involve a man…it’s just so hard im sorry……. hope u enjoy heheh

You and Miyeon stepped into the elevator that went to her floor, the two of you having just returned from dinner. You were grateful for Miyeon’s off-days and even more grateful that she decided to spend some of them with you. The ride up is quiet, Miyeon looking at her phone, you looking at her.

“Thanks for dinner tonight.” You say, smiling.

“You’re welcome, ba–”

“Can I eat you out?”

You blurt out, interrupting her. Miyeon’s eyes widen. “Like right now?” She asks, an intrigued but puzzled look on her face.

“At home.” You respond, grinning. Excitement plasters on her face as she stares at the elevator door, tapping her foot subconsciously.

Once the elevator dings and opens, Miyeon makes sure she’s the first one out, practically speed walking to her apartment. You walked alongside her, giggling in your best attempts to keep up.

The two of you reach the door and she’s rummaging through her purse to find her keys. She fumbles finding the right key and unlocking the door. Once inside she drops her purse to the ground and you do the same. It’s mere seconds before her mouth crashes into yours, pushing you against a nearby wall. Her hands are quick as she’s pushing off your jacket and undoing your shirt. You reciprocate, taking her sweater off and pulling her cropped shirt above her head.

Before Miyeon gets a chance to unbutton your pants, you touch her hand and signal for the both of you to move somewhere more comfortable. You guide her to her window sill, not once breaking the kiss. You come off of her lips to kiss at her jawline. Miyeon whines. “Hurry.” You scoff at her impatience, given that if it was you on the receiving end tonight, she’d still be teasing you relentlessey. Your hands snake around her torso to unhook her bra, her breasts laying warm and plush against you.

You unbutton her jeans, pulling the zipper down and tugging them down her thighs in one movement. Miyeon is left in nothing but her panties, and your mouth is damn near salivating to taste her.

You and Miyeon have been together for months, the two of you didn’t necessarily believe in roles or sexual dynamics. However, getting to have her like this at your disposal— chest heaving, squirming under you while she’s begging for you to fuck her— felt like a gift.

Miyeon sat on the window sill as you sank down between her legs. “People can see us.” She says, worried, but not too worried to tell you to move.

“People can see you,” You retort, pushing her thighs apart. You peel her panties off and pull them down her legs. You could see how wet she ways without having touched her, yet.

You push her legs apart a little more as you pull her lower half closer to your face. You press a gentle kiss to her clit before licking a stripe up along her core. Miyeon gasps, her hands immediately finding a place on your head. Before you could even continue— “I think someones watching.”

“Then stop looking.”” You say muffled, between her thighs. You lick against her again and she lets out a needy whimper. “Let them watch.”

Her wetness and warm taste serenaded your tongue as you moved it flat against her pussy, doing all that you can to truly take this in. Miyeon’s back arched and her hand made a fist in your hair, her pulling you closer to her center subconsciously. You licked circles and others innocuous shapes around her clit, each movement resulting in loud long mewls from her— noises you were sure she’d probably get complaints about in the coming days. You look up at Miyeon, mouth still working at her pussy. You admire the sight before you; her hair sticking to her face in miscellaneous spots, her skin flushed to a light pink, her tits bouncing as her body shuddered and squirmed against your tongue. You tap her thigh, wanting to get her to lock her eyes with yours. She looks at you with desperate, hooded eyes, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. After a while, you gave Miyeon control and allowed her to just grind against your face, but not once did you let her break eye contact with you. You were aroused at the thought of watching her come undone.

Without warning, Miyeon is letting out loud strings of moans and curses as her legs begin to shudder. Her back fully arched and legs locking your face to her core. You moan into her pussy, giving her any last stimulation to send her over the edge as you ate her through her orgasm. With one last groan from her, you come out from between her legs. You could feel the cold air immediately hitting the wet juices on your mouth. You stand up and center yourself between Miyeon’s legs again, You move some hair from her face and press a firm kiss to her lips.

“Look,” You tell her, signaling outside. She looks over her shoulder and then back at you, pouting and holding back a grin. “There’s no one out there…”

[luciopioid]

no actually I hope your pillow is cold and you always have access to your favorite drinks and snacks I have been Waiting for a really good Wonder Woman fic 😭 my girl Diana has like no content on this website 😭 thank you!!!

oh I’m cheeesingggggg LMFAOOOO THANK YOU AND YOU ARE SO WELCOME!

it’s always hard favoring a female character and expecting fanfics let alone palatable ones about them! I will so continue to write for diana thank you!!!!!!!