#now my pants are gold and sparkly

[populousgraph]

IT'S 3 AM AND I WANNA DIE

This whole project was a NIGHTMARE! WHY DID I DO THIS?!

[fluffylino]

seungmin being drunk on eating you out.

pussy drunk seungmin who takes every chance he gets to taste you. his eyes getting all sparkly and big when you deny him.

you'd remember how it had all started when he wanted to try out face sitting. at first being very hesitant until he actually got the feeling.

the feeling of not being able to breathe. your pussy leaking all over his mouth and nose.

had he really been missing out on the good stuff? how could he let it all go to waste?

he doesn't even want to cum, he just wants to eat you out and make you cum. he'll make you cum over and over again until you actually have to tug a handful of his hair to pull him back.

he's the type to walk in behind you when your leaning against the counter.

an innocent smile on his face and his not so innocent hand slipping down your pants. before you can even utter another word, he's on his knees. fingers playfully tugging at the waistband of your panties.

sometimes you'd wake up feeling completely dazed. an unexplainable sensation. but its all explainable when you see his head between your legs. face buried in your cunt. seungmin doesn't even try to hide how desperate he is.

you worry about how he'd breath when you can feel his nose rubbing against your clit harshly while his tongue is all over the place. licking you completely. swallowing whatever he can take.

"seungmin..hah-" you'd whine, closing your thighs around his head. he'd moan, panting against you. he'd want you to do that. so he could get breathless and only smell your sex. your essence. seungmin wants you to push his mouth against your cunt. use him for your pleasure. make him your toy. your bitch.

"what is this for?"

seungmin smiled, unbuckling the thick collar and fastening it around his neck. 'puppy engraved into the light blue collar in gold.

"so you can control my pace"

by now you had figured he knew your pussy from the inside and out. his tongue finding all your spots in quick successions.

other times he'd make a peace sign and stick his tongue through it playfully when y'all were in public. just to tease you.

.

.

"i just don't understand how people can be so stupid" you frustratedly, holding your head in your hands. today was a bad day. everything was pissing you off.

"couldn't you wait until i was done ranting?" you sighed out airily. looking at the boy who was sitting on his knees, lazily mouthing at your heat. he locked eyes with you, obviously not hearing what you asked him.

"kim seungmin." you hissed out, tugging the chain that was attached to his collar.

he jerked forward, a whiny 'sorry' leaving him.

[keikikait]

hiii can i request rafe or jj reacting to the reader getting nipple piercings??

ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇꜱꜱ (ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

read my other jj fic here!

pairing: jj maybank x pouge!f!reader, (not au, both are early to mid 20s)

word count: 2.9k 

summary: you get nipple piercings and your boyfriend is eager to get his hands on them

warnings: SMUT 18+, smut under the cut, nipple piercings, nipple play, fingering, cunnilingus, dom!jj & sub!reader, mention of p in v (although no protection is mentioned, it is implied), i've never gotten nipple piercings but i tried to be as accurate as possible, although i do know that touching them or kissing them after is a big no-go, this is a fanfiction lol.

a note: the skin colour in the photo isn't correlated with the reader's skin colour. i just like the picture! and, also, a BIG THANK YOU for 500 followers! i know in the grand scheme of things, 500 isn't a lot, but i never thought i would get this far! thank you all, i love you all so much!!!!

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You pull away breathless, lifting your arms as JJ pulls your top off before tossing it aside. He pulls you into his lap, kissing down your neck as he unclips your bra, the black fabric joining the tank top discarded on the floor. JJ kisses down your neck, lips brushing over your collarbones as he slowly kisses down your sternum. You squirm in his lap, his hands roaming over your curves as you feel his cock pressing against you through his shorts. 

“Mmm, you're so soft,” JJ murmurs, fingers dancing along the edge of your panties. His other hand cups one of your breasts, thumb teasing over the nipple. “You know what would really suit you, baby?” He brings his thumb and pointer finger together and squeezes, tugging at your nipple harshly.

You gasp, your back arching, your chest pressing against his. You whine as he pinches and squeezes again. “What, Jay?”

“Little piercings here,” He pinches your left nipple. “And here,” He pinches your right nipple, grinning at the way you squirm and wiggle. He leans in close, hot breath fanning over your ear as he whispers, “Fuck, it’s making me hard just thinking about it. Two little bars, just begging to be played with,” His fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties, tracing over the sensitive skin of your lower belly. “I bet you'd look fucking stunning if they were gold. Or maybe silver. Fuck.”

“You know,” You breathe heavily as he tugs and twists your nipples again. “I’ve been thinking about getting some.”

“Oh yeah?” JJ chuckles, giving your nipples another sharp pinch before releasing them. His fingers continue their path south, slipping beneath the thin fabric of your panties to stroke over your slick folds. “I'm more than happy to help you pick out the perfect bar.” He rubs his thumb over your clit in slow circles, applying just enough pressure to make you shudder. “Because I gotta say, imagining your cute little nipples adorned with sparkly jewellery while I eat this sweet pussy... fuck, that's even hotter.”

“I’ll get them then,” You pant out in between moans. “Just for you, baby.”

JJ groans low in his throat, hips bucking up as he grinds his cock against you. “For me? Oh, pretty girl, you have no idea how much that turns me on,” He slips a finger inside you, curling it to hit that spot that makes your legs tremble, your back arching as a strangled whine escapes your lips. “But don't forget, these pretty tits are all mine too,” His free hand reaches up to pinch and squeeze your nipples. “I want to see those piercings, feel them against my tongue when I suck on your nipples,” He adds a second finger, pumping them in and out of you faster now, thumb still circling your clit. “Gonna make you cum so hard on my fingers, pretty girl. Then I'm gonna bend you over and fill this tight little cunt with my cock.”

You squeal as he picks you up and flips you over, pinning you underneath his weight.

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You kept your promise to JJ.

After researching and asking around Kildare, you found your piercing studio; Prickink just across the thoroughfare on the mainland. $175 for both the piercings and the jewellery. You would get simple silver bars for now, but they had the cutest pink heart nipple rings that you wanted for after they’re all healed. Only the best for JJ.

You push the door open, walking into Prickink, greeted by the buzz of tattoo guns and the smell of rubbing alcohol, 80s rock playing softly in the background. The receptionist smiles when she sees you approach the counter, holding your ID and a wad of cash. “Hi, welcome to Prickink! How can I help you?” She's decked out in tattoos, covering her arms and chest, with a cute nose ring with a bat charm on it and large gauged ears. “Piercing or tattoo?”

“Uh, piercing,” You say nervously. “I have an appointment today at 12:30 with Yvette.”

“Alright, lemme see here…” The receptionist types away on her computer. She confirms your name before taking your ID and checking it. “Nipple piercings?”

You nod. “Yeah. Kinda nervous, but it’ll be worth it.”

She hands you your ID back. “Nerves are normal, but everything will be alright. Yvette is one of the best in North Carolina,” She types on the computer before looking back at you. “Alright, it’ll be $175 including the jewellery. We can’t put in the heart rings until your piercings heal, but you’re welcome to take them home. Will it be cash or card?”

“Uhh, cash.” You say, pulling out $175. She takes the cash and recounts it, sliding a consent form over to you to fill out and sign. You check every necessary box and sign your name, handing it back to her.

“Alright. You can go and sit down, Yvette will come get ya when she’s ready.” She gestures over to the seating area where a few other people are waiting. Some have their phones out, some reading a magazine, and some were waiting as couples excited to get their matching tattoos.

You sit on one of the chairs, pulling out your phone and scrolling, trying to calm your nerves. It would hurt, yes, but everything would be okay. JJ would be more than happy to help you clean and take care of them. You wait for almost 10 minutes before Yvette rounds the corner, calling your name. You stand up and follow her through the hallway, shoving your shaky hands into the back pockets of your shorts. 

Yvette leads you through the tattoo shop, passing a few different rooms before arriving in the last one at the end, closing the door behind you. There’s a tattoo chair, a small stool, and a shelving unit built into the wall full of supplies. “Alright, take a seat. I’ll need you to remove your top and bra. You can set them on the stool right there.”

You take off your shirt and your bra, folding them and setting them aside on the stool before sitting down on the chair, leaning back against the seat. You clasp your hands in your lap.

She sits on the small stool at the end of the chair, putting on a pair of nitrile gloves. She grabs a thin black marker and holds it up to your chest, making a small dot at the centre of your left nipple, before marking the right as well. “Alright. Any questions before I get started?”

“How long is the healing process?” You ask. “I just… I have an eager boyfriend, ya know?”

She lets out a laugh. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one plenty of times,” She puts the marker down. “Well, it’ll usually take about six to nine months for you to fully heal. It varies person to person, and a bit if it’s done right but a good guideline.”

You nod, leaning back in the chair. “Okay. Sounds good.”

She scoots forward slightly, the stool rolling smoothly on the wheels. “I’m going to start with the left one. Deep breaths, and try not to move too much.” You nod again as she wipes your nipple with an alcohol prep pad before pulling out a fresh needle, picking up the clamp with her free hand.

It all happens so fast. One second you’re feeling the cooling sensation of the pad, the next second you’re in unbearable pain. You keep still, gripping the armrests so tight your knuckles turn white. You let out a shaky breath as Yvette slides the bar in, twisting the ball bearing closed. “Alright, one down. You need a second?”

“Yeah,” You say breathlessly, your face growing hot. “Holy shit.”

She sets the needle down, giving you a pat on the knee. “Yeah, that’s the worst part. Nerves are in there and it’s super painful. Once I’ve got the second one in the painful part will be over, and you can just sit there and look cute.”

You laugh, even though you didn’t find it particularly funny. Yvette dabs up some of the blood as you shut your eyes, taking deep breaths. “Okay. I’m ready.”

You grip the armrest again and prepare for the second needle. This time it goes a lot smoother. One pinch of the clamp, a quick swipe of the prep pad, a slide of the needle and a twist of the bearing. “And, done,” She says. “How you feeling?”

“Good,” You say. “A little lightheaded. I got cookies in my bag though.”

Yvette smiles as she puts the clamps down. “Not the first time I’ve heard that one either. It’s perfectly normal. Let me just tape some gauze over them before you get dressed again. I would recommend leaving the bra off,” She gets up from the stool and heads to the storage cabinet, picking out two thin strips of gauze with some medical tape before returning to you. She places them over your nipples, then tapes down the edges. “Keep those on until tonight, then you can take them off to shower.”

You sigh. “Alright, cool. Thank you so much.”

“No problem. Now, make sure you don’t play with them while they’re still healing. You’re gonna want to,” She chuckles. “I would also avoid all swimming, even if it's in a pool. There are a lot of bacteria that you don’t want that getting into the piercing,” She hands you a business card from one of the shelves. “Call or come back if you have any questions about healing.”

“Sweet, thank you. Have a good day.” You say, pulling your shirt back over your head. You tuck your bra into your bag before heading out of the piercing studio. You pull out one of the cookies and munch on it while you head back to your car, a small smile on your lips.

JJ is going to love them.

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You push JJ down to sit on the edge of his bed, running your fingers through his hair. “I got something I wanna show you, baby.”

He smirks, putting his hands on your hips as he sits, fingers dipping under the waistband of your leggings. He leans closer, the smell of your shampoo filling his nostrils, your hair still damp from your shower. “Oh yeah? What is it, pretty girl?”

“Did you wash your hands like I asked?” You ask, moving your hands to rest on his shoulders.

He shrugs nonchalantly, not bothering to remove his hands from your hips despite your question. “Yeah, yeah, course I did. Don't worry about it,” He reaches up to grab your ass, pulling you flush against him. “Now, show me what you've got for me.” You roll your eyes, moving your hands from his shoulders to grip the bottom of your t-shirt, pulling it over your head. Your new piercings glitter in the lowlight of his room. 

JJ's eyes widen as he takes in the sight of your newly pierced nipples, his gaze fixated on the glinting metal, his cock hardening in his sweatpants. “Holy shit, pretty girl…” He trails a finger over the barbell piercing your left nipple, watching intently as it twitches with the movement. “Look at that. So fucking sexy,” He leans in, taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before switching to the other side to do the same. “Mmm, love the way it feels against my tongue, fuck you’re so fucking sexy,” He releases your nipple with a pop, looking up at you with a hungry grin. “Do you like having them played with?”

You let out such cute, soft little gasps as he rubs his thumbs over them. You nod, grabbing his biceps. “Yeah, Jay. I like it a lot.”

He chuckles, rubbing his thumb around them slowly. “Good, baby, I’m glad. You look so fucking sexy, baby. Like a goddess,” He wraps his arms around your waist and spins around, throwing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you, pinning your hips down with his own. “When they’re all healed up, you should get those rings that have the connecting chain. Wanna tug on it and hear your sweet little whimpers.”

You giggle, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Only if you promise to play with them often,” You reach down, rubbing your fingers over his hard cock, feeling it strain against his shorts. “Got ‘em just for you, my love.”

JJ groans, hips thrusting into your touch as he grinds his hardness against your palm. “Fuck, you're killing me, baby. I'll play with them every damn day if you want,” He captures your lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to claim yours. Breaking away, he pants, “Need you naked, now. Remember what I said last week? I wanna eat you out and watch how you look when you cum with your nipples all pierced.” 

With swift movements, he tugs your leggings down, sending them flying across the room. He yanks down your soaked panties, pocketing them for later. “Christ, you're dripping wet already,” JJ groans, spreading your thighs wide. He buries his face between your legs, lapping at your slit hungrily. “So fucking sweet…”

You squeal, back arching as your thighs clamp down on the sides of his face. Your hands immediately fly to his hair, gripping and tugging on the blond strands. “Fuck, JJ!” He moans loudly, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core as he laps at your clit, flicking his tongue rapidly over the sensitive nub. His hands grip your ass, kneading the flesh as he devours your pussy. He pulls back slightly, blowing cool air over your wet heat before diving back in, tongue delving deep to taste your arousal. It’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, his favourite taste in the world. 

“Mmm, fuck, you taste amazing, baby,” His voice is mumbled as he sucks your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before releasing with a pop. “Gonna make you cum so hard, pretty girl. Wanna hear you whine and cry for me.” He resumes his relentless assault on your clit, fingers digging into your thighs as he eats you out like a man starved, one hand going up to tweak your right nipple.

Your jaw goes slack, and you throw your head back, thighs trembling against the sides of his face. “Fuck, JJ, please!”

JJ looks up at you, eyes dark with lust, saliva dripping down his chin as he continues to feast on your pussy. His eyes are drawn to the silver studs on your cute little nipples, and his cock throbs as he slides two fingers inside you, pumping them in time with his licks and sucks on your clit. “Please what, baby? Tell me what you need,” He murmurs against you, the words vibrating against your clit and making you shiver. His free hand moves to your left breast, rolling and pinching the nipple roughly. “Wanna hear you scream my name when you cum, wanna feel your little pussy gush, but you gotta ask for permission, baby.” He redoubles his efforts, sucking harder on your clit as he curls his fingers to hit that magic spot inside you. Your body starts to quake, toes curling, as your orgasm builds.

You gasp, trying to find your voice. “Fuck, please JJ, please let me cum! I’ve been good! Please!” You tug on his hair, back arching off of the bed.

JJ smirks against your pussy, blowing more air directly onto your clit. “Alright, alright, baby. You can cum, but only because you asked so nicely,” He sucks hard on your clit, flicking it with his tongue as he pumps his fingers fast and deep inside you. At the same moment, his hand moves back up to your right nipple, rolling the stud between his fingers and tugging.

The dual sensations send you hurtling over the edge, your body convulsing as your inner walls clench tightly around his fingers, pulsing with each wave of pleasure that crashes over you. JJ moans in satisfaction, continuing to lap at your spasming pussy, drinking in every drop of your release. Only when your tremors subside does he finally pull away, licking his lips clean of your juices. He gazes up at you, eyes shining with pride and desire. “That's my good girl. Fuck.”

You let out a strangled whimper as he kneels, pulling his shorts down before climbing over you. He pulls his hard cock out, fingers brushing over the tip to gather some pre-cum, spreading it out over his length as he jerks himself off. JJ grips his shaft firmly, stroking it in long, even motions as he hovers above you, his heavy balls slapping against your thigh with each pump. Pre-cum beads at the tip, leaking steadily as he gets closer to the edge.

His chest heaves with ragged breaths, abs clenched tight. “You're so fucking beautiful like this,” he rasps, his gaze roaming over your flushed skin, the glint of metal on your nipples, the messy hair around your face. “Can't wait to bury myself deep in this perfect cunt and fill it up. Fuck.” He leans over you, lining himself up before starting to push in, giving you time to adjust to his size. He pauses for a moment, savouring the feel of your hot, slick walls wrapped around him, before starting to move, one hand going to tug on your new piercings.

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[dollyswishingwell]

ooh, i must ask: for mama's princess series, since we missed mother's day, can we see our princess calling a truce with dad to do something special to celebrate the day?

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Mama’s Princess P.20

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ fluff as always who do you think i am :p

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ Mother’s day

Masterlist

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You wake to the sound of hushed whispers and the scent of something suspiciously sweet and burnt.

Rafayel never wakes up before you, he always clings to you like a koala, groaning dramatically if you even shift the blanket. So to wake alone, in the soft gold light of morning, feels eerie… and then sweet.

Because just as you sit up in bed, the door creaks open and in waddles your little girl, chubby cheeks, lilac waves, and glimmering pink-blue eyes identical to her daddy’s, though somehow ten times more dramatic. She’s wearing a frilly pink apron over her pajamas, little glittery wings Velcroed to her back, and she’s holding a handmade glitter card with messy crayon scribbles that spell:

“Happy Mothers Day to Mommy”

Behind her is Rafayel, wearing one of your pastel kitchen aprons over his bare chest and silk pajama pants, balancing a tray of what might be pancakes (they’re definitely heart-shaped, but also kind of charred at the edges). There’s whipped cream everywhere, strawberries piled dangerously high, and beside it: a steaming cup of your favorite morning tea, made exactly the way you like it.

“Ta-da~” Rafayel sings as your daughter clambers up onto the bed. “Your adoring fans have arrived with tribute.”

Your baby girl plops the card into your lap like it’s priceless treasure, puffing her cheeks with pride. “I helped Daddy. I picked da plate. I told him no bugs. He wanted to put bugs.”

You blink. “Bugs?”

Rafayel looks sheepish, smiling like he got caught. “Edible flower petals, technically. She staged a full rebellion.”

“Bugs, mommy,” she insists seriously. “I said, ‘no bugs for Mommy’s Day.’”

You laugh, cradling her to your chest and pressing a kiss to her hair. “My hero.”

Rafayel sets the tray across your lap like it’s an offering to royalty and kisses your forehead softly, then your cheek, then your temple. “She called a temporary truce. One day ceasefire. In honor of the woman we both worship.”

“I picked all your presents too!” your daughter chirps, squirming excitedly as she tugs open a gift bag beside the bed. It’s bursting with pink tissue paper and sparkly ribbon. “Look! Look!! Daddy paid, but I picked!”

Inside is a set of ridiculously expensive silk robes in your favorite colors, a sparkling new tiara comb for your hair, perfume from a brand you love, and… a new pearl-studded phone case with a baby pink strap. “So you don’t drop your phone, Mommy. You always drop it. But now you can hold my hand and your phone.”

Rafayel’s arm wraps around your back lazily as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “We had to test every perfume in the boutique. She made the poor clerk spritz every single one. Twice.”

“I made her pick this one,” your daughter says proudly, pulling the bottle out. “Because it smells like you. And if you smell like you, then everyone will know you’re my mommy.”

You’re full-on crying now, laughing through tears as you pull both of them close.

Rafayel kisses the corner of your eye, licking away a tear like a cat. “Mmm. Salty and sentimental. How very you, my love.”

And then your daughter hugs your waist so tight you can barely breathe, cheek squished against your stomach.

“Happy Mommy’s Day. You’re the best mommy in the world.”

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Rafayel stays pressed against you all morning, feeding you bites of over-syruped pancake and letting your daughter crawl all over him like a jungle gym. The two of them bicker sweetly, fight over who loves you more, and keep presenting you with new little gifts every hour like it’s your birthday.

And when your daughter finally falls asleep in your arms after an afternoon bubble bath and storytime, Rafayel just gazes at you over her sleeping body like he’s never seen something so perfect.

“My girls,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers through your hair. “You are… everything. You gave me a family. And a reason to be good.”

Then, after a beat: “Let’s make another one.”

“Raf.”

“…Just putting it out there.”

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

You wake up to a warm, unfamiliar silence.

Zayne is always an early riser, his internal clock permanently tuned to hospital rounds and 4:30 a.m. jogs. But today, the bed is cold beside you, and the air smells like… vanilla? Maybe lavender?

Your first instinct is to sit up and call for him, but then—

The door creaks open gently.

Your baby girl tiptoes in, wearing her softest onesie and a messy purple bow clipped to the side of her head. Her big hazel-green eyes, Zayne’s eyes, down to the exact flecks, go wide when she sees you stirring.

She gasps. “No, no! Daddy said you hafta be asleeep!”

Behind her, Zayne appears, perfectly composed but with the tiniest crinkle at the corner of his eyes. His sleeves are rolled, his shirt apron-tucked, and he’s balancing a tray with more grace than most chefs. Heart-shaped toast, scrambled eggs with a sprinkle of herbs, a smoothie in a pink glass, and a porcelain teacup of your favorite brew.

He walks over, presses a soft kiss to your forehead, and gently adjusts the pillows behind you. “Happy Mother’s Day, sweetheart.”

“HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!!” your daughter yells suddenly, then claps both hands over her mouth and whispers, “I mean… surprise.”

Zayne chuckles softly and crouches beside her. “She helped. She was very firm about pink glitter and heart-shaped everything. I… did my best.”

“I picked the spoon!” she announces, holding it up proudly. It’s your heart-handled silver one from your wedding gift set. “’Cause it’s the princess one. Mommy’s a princess.”

You cup her chubby cheeks and kiss her over and over while she giggles wildly, and Zayne quietly sets the tray over your lap.

“I know you always say not to spoil breakfast,” he murmurs, brushing your hair back. “But I figured we could make an exception today. You’ve earned it, darling.”

You blink down at the breakfast, and beside the plate, there’s a tiny stack of wrapped boxes, all in pastel wrapping. “What’s all this?”

“I helped pick everything!” your daughter exclaims, trying to climb into the bed (Zayne catches her mid-stumble, as always). “We went shopping in Daddy’s car! And I said no to boring things. Only sparkly and soft things for Mommy.”

Zayne watches her with warm amusement. “She was very strict with the staff. Refused anything less than ‘maximum mommy-level cute.’”

Inside the gifts:

— A designer cashmere robe in your favorite color

— A limited edition necklace that matches the one Zayne gave you on your wedding night

— A matching mother-daughter silk sleepwear set, already monogrammed

— And a new luxury stroller in pink and cream for your “princess walks,” hand-picked by your daughter “because Mommy’s legs get tired!” so it has the smoothest and high tech mechanisms.

You’re overwhelmed. All of it’s perfect. And then Zayne leans in, voice low and warm:

“She called a truce with me today. Said… ‘I still like Mommy best, but Daddy can help me do nice stuff if he behaves.’”

You’re full-on laughing, hiding your smile in your hands as your daughter beams proudly.

“I got Daddy a present too,” she whispers. “I let him cuddle Mommy this morning. Only a little.”

Zayne’s hand finds yours under the covers. “Best gift I could’ve asked for.”

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Later, while your daughter takes her afternoon nap, Zayne runs you a bath in your favorite scent and sits on the side of the tub, hand trailing through the water, just admiring you with that quiet, unreadable expression he only ever shows when it’s just the two of you.

“You gave her the best parts of you,” he murmurs, brushing a kiss to your temple. “You made this house a home. You made me a home.”

Then, with a soft smirk, he adds, “I bought you a little something i’m allowed to give you in front of her.”

“…Zayne.”

“I’ll show you tonight. After bedtime. Happy Mother’s Day, darling.”

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

You’re still half-asleep when you feel it: the softest flutter of kisses along your hairline and the weight of someone gently tucking the blanket up to your chin.

Then, in a whisper:

“Starlight. Don’t wake up yet.”

…That’s Xavier’s voice. Gentle, airy, careful. Which is weird, because he’s normally the one buried under the blanket at this hour, clinging to you like a sleepy barnacle.

You peek an eye open anyway, and catch the faintest glimpse of your silver-haired husband in a black apron, slipping away from your bedside like a phantom. He’s holding something… pink?

A few minutes later, the door opens again. And this time, it’s your daughter who charges in. She has the same silver hair and starbright blue eyes as her daddy, but the pouty face she’s making is pure toddler drama.

“Mommyyyyyyyy! Happy Mommy’s Day!” she shrieks, launching herself into the bed and tackling your face with kisses. “Daddy said no waking you but I couldn’t wait!!”

Xavier trails in behind her, calm as ever, holding a tray with delicate breakfast items, fluffy vanilla pancakes shaped like bunnies (a joint idea, clearly), strawberries with powdered sugar, and your favorite galaxy-milk tea, all plated on your special porcelain. There’s even a pink rose in a tiny vase.

“She did most of it,” Xavier murmurs, setting the tray down. “I just supervised. She has… strong opinions.”

“I told him: no weird boy food,” your daughter adds proudly, nestled against your chest like a stuffed animal. “Only soft food. And sparkly tea. ‘Cause you’re a pretty mommy. Like the moon princess.”

Xavier doesn’t even blink at that. He just sits beside you on the bed, brushing a hand over your hair as you try not to cry.

“She also banned me from tasting anything first,” he adds. “Said it had to be perfect for you. I burned my tongue trying to sneak a bite.”

“Serves you right,” your daughter mutters, snuggling deeper into your robe. “You always hog Mommy.”

You glance at Xavier.

He doesn’t argue.

Instead, he lifts her up, kisses her head once, then gently helps you sit up and sets the tray across your lap. “She also insisted on gifts. Seven of them.”

Seven?

Your daughter wriggles in excitement and starts pulling out little gift bags from the foot of the bed, each stuffed with pastel tissue paper and tiny tags that say things like “Mommy’s Sparkle Cream” and “Wear This and Be Cute!”

Inside:

— A star-shaped jewelry box with your initials etched into the lid

— A delicate locket with a holographic photo of your little family

— A jar of shimmer lotion that smells like sugared moonflower

— A charm bracelet full of baby-themed charms and one tiny silver bunny

— And three hand-drawn “coupons” for cuddles, bedtime stories, and “no Daddy zone for 1 hour” privileges.

“She picked everything,” Xavier says softly. “I paid. She chose.”

“i said yes to the bunny bracelet!” your daughter blurts. “Even though Daddy said it was ‘excessive sparkle.’ But you love sparkle. So I win.”

You burst out laughing, teary-eyed and overwhelmed. “You both win.”

⸻

After breakfast, Xavier wordlessly slips into bed beside you, letting your daughter curl up in your lap while he strokes your hair, quietly watching over the both of you like some peaceful shadow.

When she finally dozes off between the two of you, Xavier turns to you, brushing his nose against yours. “I don’t… always know how to express it. But watching her love you the way she does… I understand it. Completely.”

You smile softly. “Even when she declares war on you daily?”

“Especially then,” he whispers. “She loves you enough to fight gods. I’d do the same.”

Then, with a sly glint in his usually-neutral eyes:

“There’s one more gift. But it’s hidden. You’ll have to find it tonight. Clue: it’s not safe for little ears.”

“Xavier—!”

“Happy Mother’s Day, starlight.”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

You don’t even get to open your eyes before a high-pitched voice rings out in your room:

“Mommyyyy! Wake uuuuuup! We made PRESENTS!!”

Your baby girl climbs straight onto your chest like you’re a throne, frilly black tutu bouncing, silver hair fluffed from sleep and two tiny space buns lopsided. Her red eyes are wide and wild with excitement, exactly like Sylus’s, but every word out of her mouth is in total defense of you.

“She was supposed to wait,” comes Sylus’s smooth voice from the doorway, amused but not surprised.

He enters in dark silk loungewear, looking unfairly well-put-together for someone who was up at 5 a.m. baking under toddler instruction. The black breakfast tray he’s carrying looks more like a business presentation than a meal, gold-accented plates, perfectly folded napkins, and a velvet box resting beside a crystal teacup.

“I told her we’d wait until you were awake, dressed, and seated in the parlor. She threatened to scream until the window glass cracked.”

“I did scream a little,” your daughter says proudly. “’Cause it’s Mother’s Day, and Mommy gets kisses first thing.”

Sylus sighs like this is all terribly inconvenient, but he’s already placing the tray across your lap, smoothing your hair gently, and kissing your temple with almost reverent care.

“She bullied the staff. I just wrote the checks,” he murmurs.

Your daughter throws her arms out dramatically. “I picked all the gifts! Daddy didn’t even know what lotion you use! I told him ‘no boring old lady stuff.’ Only sparkle and mommy things.”

You’re laughing before you even see what’s inside the bags, she’s already throwing them at you, glitter tissue paper flying, and Sylus is seated at the foot of the bed now, leaning lazily against the frame with that signature smirk he only wears when he’s secretly too proud to speak.

Inside:

— A limited-run lace and velvet designer robe in your signature shade, tailored to your size

— A pink-and-black custom skincare vault (“because Mommy always does her creams and Daddy steals them,” per your daughter)

— A luxury perfume, custom-made, named “Beloved” in sleek crimson font

— A handmade card with scribbled drawings of the three of you, where your daughter labeled herself as “Mommy’s Forever Baby” and Daddy as “Mommy’s Servant”

— And the velvet box: a blood-red diamond pendant in the shape of a crown.

“She demanded something sparkly enough to reflect through an asteroid storm,” Sylus drawls. “I complied.”

“She said she’s gonna grow up to be a queen like Mommy,” Sylus adds after a beat, watching you cradle your daughter against your chest. “Told me she’s going to steal your tiaras and make her own kingdom where I’m not allowed unless I bring snacks.”

“You can visit my kingdom,” your daughter mutters, falling asleep mid-snuggle. “But only if you’re nice to Mommy.”

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After she’s tucked into her nap nest (with your pillow, of course), Sylus returns to you in the bath he had drawn, scented in your favorite oils, flower petals floating on the surface.

He kneels beside the tub, rolling his sleeves as he gently washes your back, his voice low:

“You gave me something I thought I’d never have,” he murmurs. “A home. A bloodline I’d protect with fire. A queen… and a little heir with your softness.”

Then, teasing, “Of course, she already thinks I’m a tyrant.”

“Because you don’t share me.”

“I’m not supposed to.” His smirk is lazy. Possessive. “But I did today. She wanted you first, so I let her win.”

He leans in close, his breath against your throat.

“Tonight, though, I’m taking what’s mine.”

“Sylus—”

“Happy Mother’s Day, kitty.”

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

You wake up tucked into a mountain of blankets, sunlight softly warming the glass walls of your Skyhaven penthouse. The bed feels… emptier than usual.

Caleb is always the one holding you too tight to move, sleeping with a protective arm around your waist like you might disappear if he let go. But this morning, he’s not in bed.

Before you can even call his name—

The door swings open.

Your baby girl marches in first, wearing a custom purple dress with glitter tulle and a pink crown on her head, dragging a giant stuffed bear nearly her size. “Happy Mother’s Daaay!” she screams with all the might of a toddler who has no volume control. “Wake up, Mommy!! Me an’ Daddy made magic stuff!”

And right behind her…

Caleb steps in, six-foot-two and soft-eyed in his black and orange Farspace cadet shirt and sweatpants, holding a tray with a fluffy pink breakfast: heart-shaped waffles, vanilla whipped cream, strawberries cut into roses, and a mug that says “#1 Mommy (Certified by Baby + Daddy)” on it.

He walks over, eyes gentle, and kneels at your bedside to press a kiss to your head. “Morning, baby. We didn’t want to wake you, but someone was seconds from storming the kitchen with a spoon.”

“She said you needed sparkles,” he adds, nodding toward your daughter, who has now launched herself into your arms and shoved a glitter-glued card against your face. “And that the waffles had to look like hugs.”

You look down at the tray and nearly melt, every corner is adorned with pink edible flowers, your favorite fruit, and a tiny folded napkin with your initials embroidered into it. There’s even a crown-shaped butter pat.

“I picked it all,” your daughter says proudly, nuzzling into your chest. “Even the flowers. And the jam. And I told Daddy to stop being grumpy.”

“She bossed the bakery staff and the florists,” Caleb admits, finally sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing your leg as he watches you with that calm, adoring look he only uses for you. “All I did was carry the bags.”

“She said—” he leans in with a little smirk, whispering in your ear, “‘Mommy’s a real princess and needs princess food. Daddy eats rocks. Mommy gets jam.’”

“She’s not wrong,” you tease.

“I don’t need jam,” Caleb murmurs, brushing your hair back. “I’ve got my sugar right here.”

Then your daughter squeals, “Open your presentsss!”

There are three pink boxes at the foot of the bed, already half-untied by her eager hands. Caleb sighs like he tried to stop her from unwrapping them early, but you can see he’s indulging her just like he does you.

Inside:

— A new velvet robe in your favorite shade, embroidered with “Pips” on the collar

— A necklace with a heart-shaped locket, one side engraved with a baby photo of your daughter, the other with one of you and Caleb from your wedding day

— And a tiny silver ring engraved with the words “my baby.”

“Picked that one just from me,” Caleb murmurs, taking your hand and sliding it onto your finger. “You’re her mommy… but you were my baby first.”

You tear up immediately, and your daughter gasps, horrified. “Mommy’s crying?? Daddy! You made her cry!”

“She’s happy, pipsqueak,” Caleb says, pulling both of you into his arms. “She just loves us.”

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After breakfast, Caleb sets up a little spa in your sunroom, pink face masks, foot rubs, rose tea, and your daughter dancing around in a tutu putting stickers on your cheeks. He sits on the floor, quietly filing your nails while your daughter sings off-key.

“She’s already planning next year,” Caleb murmurs. “Said she’s gonna get you a spaceship made of glitter and diamonds.”

“Oh?”

He kisses your hand.

“She won’t need to. I already bought the star system.”

He’s joking. (Maybe.) But the look in his eyes? Pure worship.

Later that night, when your daughter is asleep beside her mountain of stuffed toys, Caleb pulls you into his lap in the kitchen and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“You gave me the only family I’ve ever wanted,” he whispers. “I’d give you the universe ten times over if I could.”

Then, with a smirk, “And if you want another baby next year, just say the word.”

“Caleb—”

“I’m serious.” He wraps his arms around your waist tighter. “There’s room on the other arm.”

@gideonsbestiefrfr this one’s for you pookie

[haologram]

always the lover, never the loved ⁖ y.jh

⁖ synopsis: with wallowing comes doubt, and with doubt comes loss of reason...and other things. ⁖ genre: lovers to ??? ; angst, mentions of suggestive themes. ⁖ pairing: boyfriend!yoon jeonghan x fem!reader ⁖ word count: 2k. ⁖ rating: 18+. minors do not interact. ⁖ warnings: alluding to toxic relationships? alcohol, smoking (weed), mentions of sex. commitment issues and seeing things in different lights, mentions of blood. ⁖ what to listen to: fade into you - mazzy star ; haunted - searows ; my heart is for you - peter sandberg. ⁖ author's note: welcome to haologram, jeonghan.

JEONGHAN FEELS LIKE HE'S TRAPPED IN A VICIOUS CYCLE OF LOVING YOU AND WISHING HE'D DISAPPEAR FROM YOUR LIFE.

Everything is about appearances. He finds himself constantly checking the mirror, constantly sitting up, constantly smoothing his pants over his thighs as you walk by. He can't sit still, wishing and hoping for your approval and wondering when he'd get it.

He feels like he's always the lover, and never the loved.

He feels like he gives you more than he receives, and his heart is growing tired. He is growing tired, eyes weary and never able to see the beginning of the end. It feels like every time he's about to reach it, to reach the bottom of his love for you – you pick him up and put him right back at the start.

And he knows it's not healthy. He knows it's not good for him to fall for it every single time – for your featherlight touches across his shoulders, your mischievous smiles over glasses of wine. The way your lips feel against his skin, warm and inviting and like you love him. Like you love him, and want him to stay forever wrapped around you like a python until he cuts off your circulation. Because you once said, before he ever felt that twinge in his heart when someone mentions your name – that Jeonghan…he was to die for. That Jeonghan was the devil incarnate but you'd gladly let him rip you to shreds, that he had the face of an angel that would lure you into the deepest pits of hell and you'd follow without a second thought.

That Jeonghan was the embodiment of choking on your own blood, still tasting the crimson river of life as you succumb to the darkness.

Maybe Jeonghan romanticized that more than he realized – because he found himself thinking about you afterwards. Not just for a few moments, no; he thought about you for hours. Long, agonizing hours that seemed to never end. He picked at his food, he laid awake at night, he couldn't breathe without your smiling face crossing his mind.

Even now, as your boyfriend of two years…he thinks about you every single moment of his waking day and it feels like a sickness.

He thinks about how you furrow your brow when the food is really good. He thinks about how you stare intently at whoever is speaking, and still manage to hear quiet somebodies who didn't get the attention they wanted from the group – encouraging them to repeat themselves with everyone's eyes on them. He thinks about how you only wear gold earrings, thick hoops of all sizes swinging from your lobes. He thinks about how you smelled, the scent fresh and minty and always paired with the smell of sunscreen, no matter the weather.

He thinks about how you always pour his drink, how you always taste his food if he offers, how you always make it a point to sit next to him, even at dinners. He thinks about how you speak softly to him but boldly to everyone else, how you smile at his stupid jokes and nudge him with your elbow. How you wear the same sparkly lipgloss every single day after he told you it was pretty when you were still just friends.

He thinks about how you kissed him when you were still just friends, too – on his couch, three years ago. Your tongue tasted like limes and tequila and fun, and you let him pull you onto his lap and run his hands all over you, dipping into your shorts and pulling your tank top over your head. How the sex was messy and wet and loud, with you simply filling his senses like an overflowing cup and he couldn't sleep for weeks after.

He thinks about how you acted like nothing had ever happened to the naked eye, still acting like you were friends then. You still poured his drinks, you still sat next to him at dinners. You still smiled at his bad jokes, still wore your pretty lipgloss and spoke to him softly.

But your hands wandered beneath the dinner table, sliding up his thigh and squeezing while having the most mundane conversations about nothing. You'd brush your lips to the shell of his ear and whisper dirty little secrets while making it seem like it was pertinent to the conversations around you. You'd slide your hand across his waist if you were passing by, and no one in your group of friends noticed.

You drove him absolutely insane, bit by bit. Like you knew every single tick, what to make him pop. You pulled every string, pressed every button until he – like you had described – savored the metallic twinge in his mouth as he fell harder than he ever had for anyone.

And for a while, it was everything he would have never imagined – falling in love with you felt like Fade Into You by Mazzy Star. He felt such a deep, gnawing feeling of longing; his days occupied with planning dates and calling florists and dropping by your job with feigned nonchalance and an iced chai for your troubles. He couldn't go more than a few hours without hearing from you or seeing you, and he was practically vibrating out of his skin when he couldn't spend the night at your apartment.

It was so unlike him.

All his other relationships were filled with playful banter, teasing, light-hearted conversations about everything and nothing. Shy smiles and featherlight kissing.

With you…he was rendered speechless. You played his games but you played them far better – and everything was done with purpose and intention. Every conversation held weight, each one heavier than the last and absolutely addicting for him. Every smile was confident, every kiss thick with lust and yearning and the deepest rooted love he'd ever felt.

It felt weird, he felt out of place and he started feeling the odd twinge in his chest of things being too serious. He felt a bout of uneasiness crawl up his throat every time his phone pinged with your name, every time he heard your voice, every time he heard the signature double-knock of your fist against his front door before your key turned the lock.

You felt like a commitment, and he wasn't sure he was ready for it. You felt heavy on his heart, a weight that he couldn't shake off and it was only cemented more as you kissed him, touched him, loved him. He felt trapped, like a box was closing in on him and it was just your warmth.

And it felt heavier, the pressure to love you back, as he learned more about you. How you feared abandonment, spoken after too many glasses of wine and a teary spliff on the roof of your apartment building. How you wanted a family, how you wanted a home to call your own. How you wanted so desperately to be loved the way you loved, with weight, with purpose.

With the intention of staying forever.

And Jeonghan felt like shit when he realized that it was you who was the lover and he, the loved. He felt his chest tight when you peered at him through wet lashes, eyes full of understanding as they flickered over his face.

Your voice, softer than ever. "It's okay if you leave, too, Hannie."

And he did. He left, without saying anything. He picked up his jacket from the ground, shoving his arms through it as you took a silent drag from the joint in your hand. You didn't say goodbye, you didn't turn around, you didn't say anything as he made his way down the fire escape and into your apartment.

He couldn't feel anything as he tumbled through the window of the bedroom he'd shared with you so many nights, your dark green sheets comforting his wandering mind. He looked at the array of lipgloss on your vanity, his fingers hovering over the pink tube that held his favorite one. He picked it up, rolling it through his fingers before shoving it into his pocket.

He kept his eyes down as he made his way through the apartment, muscle memory picking up his things and throwing some away. His toothbrush tossed in your trashcan, his moisturizer tucked in his hand. He stood in the living room, several framed pictures of you and him pinned up on your walls making his stomach turn.

He made his way home, locking the door and sliding his key under the doormat. He was silent as he held your lipgloss in his hand, opting to walk the seven blocks to his apartment in silence. He looked over his shoulder as he crossed the street, seeing you watching him from the roof of your building. You waved, a soft smile on your face as his hand clenched around the lip gloss. He turns without waving back, and feels his chest oddly empty as he makes it home.

And he sees your key already sitting in the bowl on his foyer table. His sweatshirts you'd taken folded neatly in a box, and every gift he'd ever given you. A bottle of the perfume you wore, half-finished and given to you by him when he saw you run out a few months back. Pictures, seven of them. Tucked under a Balenciaga shirt that he'd stolen from Seungcheol a few years ago. Pictures of you and him – at the river, at the fair, at dinners surrounded by your friends. The private relationship that had everyone's eyes glued to you and him, sharing appetizers and quietly smiling at each other.

He can't stand looking at them, feeling the panic of making a rash decision settle in his bones. He closes his eyes, leaning against his front door but all he can see is you.

You, in his bed after spending the night. Your lashes kissing your cheeks, your lips pouty as the sun bleeds through the blinds. You, in his arms in the shower – his lips pressed to your shampooed hairline and blowing the foam back into your face as you scowl. You, and the tears you held back during your first fight before you slipped out of his apartment with a kiss to his cheek and an I love you, Hannie.

You, when you met his best friend in the entire world – and how he immediately warned Jeonghan to treat you gently. To hold you dear, to cherish your every breath and worship your existence. Maybe Seungcheol knew something Jeonghan didn't, but Jeonghan knew you. He knew your tactics, he knew your body like the back of his hand. He knew…he knew…

Your smiling face, your kind eyes, your heart on your sleeve and simultaneously, in his hands. Now crushed, bleeding and in need of repair.

Because you were always the lover that yearned for him for years. You were the lover who watched him carefully, who learned him, who soothed him. 

You were the lover that he needed to help him realize he had to change.

And he would always be the loved. In past and present tense, but someday…three years from now, when you're sitting next to his best friend – who didn't ask him if it was okay to date you, either – with your hand on his thigh. When you're speaking to him softly, and pouring his drinks while you sit next to him at dinner. When you're calling him Cheollie and wearing a cherry red lip gloss that makes your lips look like Heaven. 

When you're kissing him with purpose as he bids you goodnight after walking you to your car, your smile mischievous and your hand slipped into the back pocket of his jeans. When you accidentally glance over his shoulder and see Jeonghan, his fingers tight around a shot glass of tequila that reminds him of your first kiss…

He will realize, he is in fact the lover. And you will forever be the one he loves.

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[b1eedthefreak]

Puda

daryl x hispanic!reader

thank you guys so much for the support on the first one! :)

p.s i included translation on this one so you can learn spanish too!

⸻

The Alexandria library wasn’t exactly Barnes & Noble material, but you’d managed to clear out a table near the back, stacking a few Spanish workbooks, a translation dictionary, and of course, a notebook with sparkly pink hearts doodled all over it. You’d told Daryl it was for note-taking. He’d said it looked like it belonged to Judith. You’d said “Well Judith learns better than you, so maybe take notes.”

Now, you sat across from him, legs curled under your chair, twirling a pen and watching as Daryl squinted down at the flashcard in his hand like it had insulted his mother.

“Conejo,” (bunny) you said slowly. “Like… bunny. Rabbit.”

Daryl grunted, eyes narrowing.

“Co…co…najo?”

“Conejo.” You leaned forward with a smile. “Try again.”

“Co-ne-jo,” he mumbled under his breath, like the word physically hurt him to say. “Shit sounds fake.”

You laughed, nudging his boot under the table.

“It’s not fake Daryl, it’s a real word. You’re just mad ‘cause it has a ‘j’ in it and your southern ass can’t handle it.”

“Ain’t got nothin’ to do with my ass,” he grumbled.

“Oh? I like your ass.” You leaned over the table, resting your chin in your palm. “Your accent? I dunno… a little sketchy.”

He glared at you, flipping through the flashcards like they personally betrayed him. You were biting back your grin when you saw him mouth “Hola,” then grimace like he’d swallowed a bug.

“Language is romantic,” you said, spinning your pen between your fingers. “I just want you to know my world too.”

“Your world’s full’a words I can’t say.”

“But you’re tryin’ baby,” you cooed, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “And that’s why I love you.”

He softened instantly. You watched his ears turn pink. Victory.

A few hours later, the two of you were bumping down a backroad in a dusty old truck, out on a mission to scout a potential supply stash just outside town. Carol had mentioned a rundown gas station near the old highway that no one had touched yet.

You had your boots on the dashboard, fingers tapping to some faint music you’d found on an old CD.

“How do you say gas station?” he asked suddenly.

You smiled.

“Estación de gasolina.”

He blinked at you. “Estawhatnow?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

The gas station was mostly looted and falling apart, but you spotted a half-crushed magazine rack wedged behind a toppled soda fridge. And there they were—three beat-up, barely-holding-together comic books.

“Carl is gonna lose his mind,” you whispered, clutching them to your chest like gold.

You didn’t hear the walker until it was too late. It had been jammed between the cooler and the wall, half-smashed, but not dead. Its arm shot out, grabbing your wrist with a sickening crack of its rotted bones. You let out a scream, twisting, nearly falling backwards,

And then Daryl’s knife came down.

Straight into its skull.

You stumbled back, panting hard, clutching the comics with trembling hands. Daryl stood over the body, chest heaving, face twisted in fury.

“TAKE THAT YOU DAMN… PUDA!!”

Silence.

You blinked.

“…What?”

He straightened up, all proud and puffed-up, like he’d just done something impressive.

“That’s right. I know a lil’ Spanish.”

You stared at him.

And then you burst out laughing. Like full on, tears down yourface, doubled over kind of laughing. The kind that made your ribs ache and your knees go weak.

“Puda?” you wheezed.

Daryl scowled. “That’s what I said.”

“You said puda. That’s not even a word Daryl!”

“Well, whatever it means, she’s dead.”

You were crying-laughing now, trying not to drop the comics, still trembling from the adrenaline.

“Ay Dios mío…” (Oh my Goodness…) you muttered, wiping your eyes. “You can’t just yell fake cuss words at walkers Daryl.”

“Can if they’re tryin’ to eat you,” he muttered, walking ahead like he wasn’t secretly flustered.

You jogged after him, tucking the comics into your bag, still giggling.

That night back in Alexandria, you curled up with him in your shared bed, legs tangled, soft pillows around you, and a warm, beat up old Spanish textbook on your lap.

You pointed to a sentence.

“Okay, this one says: ‘Quiero estar contigo para siempre.’ Know what that means?”

“Mm…” He squinted. “Somethin’ about wantin’ to eat rabbits forever?”

You snorted, smacking his shoulder gently.

“It means I want to be with you forever, Dixon.”

Daryl gave a soft little hum and kissed your temple.

“Yeah? Well, I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

And he wasn’t. Not even if the pudas came back.

⸻

a/n okay so this was supposed to be posted days ago i actually forgot this was in my drafts MY DEEPEST APOLOGIES DARYL NATION

[jenosbigtoe]

park jisung x bimbo!reader (M)

minors dni

summary: maybe the quiet boy isn’t as naive or innocent as you initially thought.

warnings: reader is kinda slutty but ji secretly loves it, dom!jisung, big dick jisung, fingering, size kink, creampie, fellatio, unprotected sex, college au!

word count: 3.1k

a/n: i’m a jeno girlie but ji has been hitting sooo different. ESP THE BAT JISUNG OOOH

SORRY TO WHOEVER WANTED THE JAEMIN FIC FIRST IM GETTING IMPATIENT HAVING THIS SIT IN THE DRAFTS. JAEMIN FIC THIS WEEKEND POSSIBLY!!

god you wanted him so bad. park jisung, the quiet compsci major that sat in the front of every lecture you’ve had together since freshman year. the park jisung that walked around with his clunky black headphones around his head at all times. the one who had his head down and eyes averted wherever he went. the one who rarely raised his hand in class but when he did, god he sounded so sexy explaining topics you could never begin to understand. the park jisung you’ve never spoken more than 10 words to in the 3 years you’ve known him at uni.

you just wanted to corrupt him so bad. with those baggy clothes he always wore and those harry potter circular lenses you thought looked so so cute on his face, you’ve never seen him interact with the opposite sex. like ever. and with your senior year in uni, you knew you had to make a move on him.

operation seduce park jisung is a go.

you had your first lecture of the day together. it was a 9 am, one you barely showed up to but you knew he had perfect attendance to. and today you were going to make his knees weak when he saw you.

popping your sparkly pink lip gloss, you gave yourself another look over in the reflection of the window before stepping into the lecture hall. today, you wore a light pink mini skirt, a white crop top and lacy hot pink push up bra that peaked through, and a cardigan with strappy gold sandals. you walked in 5 minutes late, smacking your bubblegum, and scanned the room for your target.

there he sat in the front row, in his oversized black hoodie and khaki cargo pants, his laptop open and signature black headphones around his neck. he was chewing on the end of a pen cap as he typed, eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration. you smirked to yourself and sauntered over to the seat next to him, making sure to scoot behind him in order to accidentally rub your ass against his head.

“sorry, excuse me,” you whispered.

jisung scooted up to let you pass and gave you a tight lipped smile as you sat next to him.

you didn’t even bother taking anything out to write notes. as you pretended to focus on the lecture, your eyes drifted over to jisung periodically. the way his hands were so big and veiny. when his hoodie sleeve would lift up and tease you with the image of his slim muscular arms. the faint smell of his masculine scent—smoky cedarwood? you could feel your pussy throbbing.

after the lecture was over and jisung got up to leave, you stopped him. “hey, what’s your name again? my name is y/n i don’t think we’ve introduced ourselves before.”

“it’s park jisung,” he said curtly.

it was hard for you to decipher how he felt talking to you but you didn’t want to burn this bridge before it even took off. “okay, nice to meet you, jisung. see you around!” you gave him a bright grin and turned on your heels to saunter out of class, leaving him to stare at your turned back.

and the next few weeks it was rinse and repeat. you would show up wearing your cutest little outfits, showing the most amount of skin appropriate in an “academic setting”, and trying to strike up a conversation with the quiet sexy compsci boy you had a crush on. to be fair, it didn’t seem like your plan was working all that well though. you barely knew anymore about jisung than you did a month ago and you thought by now you would’ve had him melting in your palm. with all the curt responses he gave to your questions, you should’ve been discouraged by now. but no, you were more determined than ever to get this boy underneath you.

so today you decided to alter your plan a little bit. you found jisung in the same seat as always. you were wearing the cutest white sandals and a short mini sundress with a pink ribbon in your hair. you took extra care in your makeup today too, wearing just a little more blush, sparkly silver glitter eyeshadow, and frosty pink lipstick.

“hi ji,” you walked up to him and smiled, actually 10 minutes early this time.

he gave you a small smile and looked back down at his laptop. you puffed your cheeks and pouted a bit. you sat in your designated seat next to him in a huff and pulled at his hoodie sleeve.

“ji, you like me right?” you started to draw circles on his arm and leaned in closer so he could smell your cherry perfume.

jisung looked up at you and tensed up with hesistant look about his face. “what do you mean, y/n?”

you pouted your lip. “you know.”

jisung fidgeted in his seat a bit and looked every where but your tits that were spilling out your bra. “i don’t know what you mean.”

“well we’re friends, right?” you leaned ever so slightly over. god he looked so cute and delicious you could just eat him up.

“um,” jisung started.

you interrupted him. “well i like you ji. and you’re my friend. friends help each other, right?”

jisung stared blankly at you. “y/n we've barely talked except the past couple weeks.”

you ignored his last statement.“this is really embarrassing but,” you leaned over and whispered softly in his ear, “i’m failing this stupid econ class. it’s required for my major but i just don’t understand any of it.”

you leaned back and stared jisung directly in his eyes, close enough to count the eyelashes on his eyes. “help me, ji? please? i know you’re just so smart and i only need some tutoring.” you gave his arm a tight squeeze for reassurance.

poor jisung was so flustered and shifted around at the proximity. “w-well uh o-okay-“

you stood up gave him a tight hug, conveniently shoving his face into your juicy tits, and squealed excitedly. mission success. “thank you so much, ji! let me treat you out to lunch a few days a week to make up for your help!”

jisung’s face was so red and the hug left his glasses slightly askew on his face. adjusting his glasses, he fumbled out a “yeah no problem.”

after the lecture, you slid jisung a piece of paper with your number with a “text me :) <3” and practically skipped out of class.

later that evening you got a text from an unknown number.

unknown: This is y/n right?

unknown: It’s Park Jisung.

you squealed and kicked your feet around on your bed.

you: yup :)) this is y/n

jisungie <3: Okay. I’m free Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, and Sundays after 2pm. Every other day I have work. Let me know when you want to meet up.

you: yayyyy!! perfect <3

you: let’s meet up at the library tomorrow at 2:30pm. my place is right by it

jisungie <3: Okay.

you: your so awesome ji 😎

jisungie <3: You’re*

jisungie <3: You’re welcome, y/n. And just so you know, I do like you. You are my friend.

you had to run laps around your room after that one.

the next day was a sunday. you told jisung to meet you at the library but you knew better. the library wasn’t open on sundays. so that meant your study date had to move somewhere. and with your place being so close, that somewhere would hopefully be your apartment.

so you arrived at the library 30 minutes early, knowing jisung’s little quirk of needing to be 15 minutes early to everywhere he goes. today you decided to wear black yoga pants that accentuated your ass and a cute crop with a teddy bear print on it. and you made sure your makeup was waterproof because you hoped jisung would make you cry it all off later.

when jisung arrived, you faked a pout and pretended to be upset. you ran up to him and grabbed his arm, big fake tears welling up in your eyes. “ji, the library is closed. i was so excited to hang out with you outside of class but we can’t even have our study date because the stupid library doesn’t open on sundays.”

jisung looked panicked at the sight of your tears. “uh, um, uh don’t cry.”

you let a few tears roll and rubbed them on the back of your hands. “sorry ji. i’m just so disappointed. sure i want my grade in econ to be better but i also just wanted to hang out with you.”

jisung grabbed a napkin out of his bag and handed it to you. he rubbed your hand in a reassuring way that secretly had your pussy throbbing from his big hand grabbing your small one. “uh it’s okay, y/n. i can probably make time tomorrow. i have work but uh-“

you suddenly interrupted him. “wait, i don’t want you to have to miss work for me. i have an idea. my place is just a 3 minute walk from here. how about we head over there instead?”

your tears suddenly dried up as you pouted up at him, puffed up cheeks and big doe eyes with a hopeful look on your face.

jisung seemed to look relieved that you stopped crying. “okay. if that’s what you want then i’m down.”

you squealed and jumped up and down, hugging his body close to yours. “yayy! thank you thank you thank you ji!!!” you grabbed his big hand in yours and practically dragged him all the way to your apartment.

your apartment looked exactly how jisung imagined it. so pink and girly, flowers and ribbons and stuffies everywhere. and it smelled so strongly of you, he was about to lose his mind. your fluffy white cat purred and rubbed herself affectionately on jisung’s leg as soon as he entered.

“sweet girl, he smells so good right?” you lifted her up and snuggled her into your arms, giving her kisses all over her fur. “ji, you can set your stuff down by the couch. let me change into some lounge clothes.”

jisung felt so awkward being in your apartment but when you came out, he knew he was really in trouble. you were wearing a lacy silk pink victoria’s secret pj set that looked so flimsy.

“ji, do you want anything to eat? drink?” you walked past him, underwear peaking from beneath your shorts as you walked to the small kitchen.

jisung stuttered. “n-no. i’m good”

you walked over with a glass of water and a pack of cookies. “okay just let me know if you need anything.”

after an hour of jisung trying to lecture topics of micro and macro economics into your head, you just about had enough. slamming the book shut, you felt your brain about to fry.

“ji, i know i’m a business admin major but this is so stupid,” you whined. “why can’t i be as smart as you? i just wanna marry rich and be a stay at home wife.”

“well y/n-“ jisung started but you cut him off.

“no. i’m sick of this.” suddenly you pushed him back on the couch and straddled his waisted, using your legs to lock him underneath you. suddenly you leaned close to his ear and whispered softly.

“baby, i think you are just so sexy when you explain this stuff to me. you are so smart and i want you so bad.” you nibbled on his ear.

and jisung snapped. he was tired of your teasing for the past few weeks. what, did you really think he was so naive and stupid to notice your seduction tactics? you’re quite literally the girl of his dreams and you’ve been the object of his fantasies since he first saw you freshman year. you were always so bubbly and sweet and outgoing, the exact opposite of him, how could he ever stand a chance with you? but now that you’ve finally made a move on him, that was it.

using his strength, he flipped you over and pinned you on your back, gripping your hands above your head. “fuck. you have no idea what you do to me. you think you can just tease me like this, dangling yourself in front of me like a piece of meat, and expect me to not snap? you have too much faith in me.”

your heart was racing and every word he said went straight to your pussy, growing wetter by the second. jisung started leaving wet kisses down your jaw, once hand still pinning your hands above your head and the other gripping your waist.

“jisung you are so sexy. you have no idea how much i have wanted this,” you looked him into his eyes and smashed your lips against his.

3 years of unresolved feelings went into that kiss. he was a much better kisser than you expected, which had you moaning into his mouth and grinding up into his thigh.

he ripped off your pj set, leaving you in just your lacy white bra and panties. “fucking slut. you planned this huh? wanted to bring me to your apartment so you could fuck me huh?”

you whined and started taking his clothes off too. and holy shit was he hiding a beautiful body underneath those baggy clothes. you could always kinda tell he was toned underneath those clothes but nothing compared to this. his body was so well built and chiseled, arms so veiny and thick, you were foaming at the mouth.

he went to take his glasses off but you stopped him. “the glasses stay on while we fuck,” you told him seriously.

he bit back a giggle and ripped your underwear off. your pussy was glistening with arousal. he wrapped his lips around one of your juicy tits and traveled his hands down your body until his fingers rested on your cunt. “does my baby want to be touched here? does her slutty pussy want to be touched?”

you whined and bucked your hips into his hand. “yes! yes please ji i need you to touch me.”

he smirked and started teasing your pussy with his fingers, rubbing them up and down your slit and ghosting over your clit.

“stop teasing me. need more ji,” you sniffled.

he shoved two fingers into your sopping cunt and started pumping them. you moaned loudly, wriggling your body around and clenching on his fingers. with his other hand, he continued to grope at your chest, leaving you needier than ever. god his hands were so hot and they felt so good. so long and big and veiny and the perfect size for touching your cunt.

suddenly, you shoved him off of you and pushed him back on his back. “your turn.”

jisung looked shocked at first but let you take control. you pulled down his boxers and let out a small gasp. “no fucking way.”

jisung smirked at you and tilted his head back, shutting his eyes with a knowing look on his face. his glasses were crooked and falling off his nose but he never looked sexier to you.

“ji, why did you never tell me you were hiding a horse in there?” you asked, completely serious.

jisung stifled a giggle. “never asked.”

“if i had known you were this fucking hung down here i would’ve jumped your bones so much sooner.” you were seriously concerned for your little pussy the next day but at this point you didn’t care.

you gave his massive cock a few pumps with your manicured nails, wondering just how you would be able to fit all of it inside. even his balls were massive and heavy.

you alternating between licking the base of his cock and lightly sucking on his balls. god it was so hot and heavy and smelled so good, so musky and masculine. jisung let out the sexiest groans as you did this, snaking his hands into your hair and gripping your head. “fuck baby that feels so good.”

you gave a small kiss to the tip of his cock and then started sucking, putting more and more of it down your throat as you went. tears pricked your eyes as it went further and further. jisung’s moans got even louder and he started to buck his hips slightly against your face.

you gave licks to the underside as his dick was deep in your throat. with one final push, you bottomed out on his cock and deepthroated him fully, leaving jisung’s mind hazy and body shaking. fat tears welled up in your eyes and fell down your face. good call on the waterproof mascara.

“fuck m gonna cum. you’re doing so good baby, so so so good,” he groaned as you kept going up and down on his cock, sucking and licking his shaft with every bob of your head.

without warning, he suddenly ripped his cock from your face and stood up, leaving you whining and tears staining your face.

“what a cock hungry slut. can’t even go a second without cock ruining her. well don’t worry baby, i’m about to fuck you so good. wanna cum inside your pussy for the first time.”

he reached into his bag for a condom but you stopped him. “no condom. want you in my pussy raw.”

jisung smirked. “naughty girl.” he pushed you on all fours on the couch and positioned himself behind you. “you’re already so wet baby, won’t even need to prep.”

he rubbed his massive cock on the outside of your pussy, teasing your hole and sticking the tip in before taking it out and rubbing it some more.

“ugh fuck me ji! stop teasing just fuck me right now!” you whined out, arching your back and shoving your cute ass in his face.

and without warning, he bottomed out inside you. you screamed at the sudden feeling, his balls pressing up against your clit. your arms gave out from beneath you, leaving his hands to gripping your hips for support.

“m gonna move now, m’kay sweetheart?” jisung groaned. your little pussy was just sucking him so tightly and it was driving him crazy.

his hips drove into your cunt, his big cock absolutely bullying your little pussy. you were a screaming and moaning and crying mess. “yes yes ji! oh my god feels so good yes!”

you felt your orgasm building up, leaving your pussy to clench and drip more around his cock.

“fuck baby. this pussy was made for me. you’re so perfect and gorgeous and i can’t believe i get to fuck this pussy,” jisung was going absolutely feral above you, thrusting hard and fast and deep into your pussy. he was bottoming out with each thrust, balls slapping against your clit.

“m close. where do you want me to cum baby?” ji groaned out.

“inside. cum inside my pussy. please ji, i need it, need it so much,” you cried.

your words sent jisung over the edge. he released his hot load into your cunt, giving a few last hard thrusts.

the feeling of hot cum inside you triggered your orgasm. you cried out in pleasure, feeling absolute bliss.

after you both got down from your highs, still panting heavily, jisung collapsed onto the couch with you on his lap. his head rested in the crook of your neck as you laid your head on his.

“this is a little late but be my boyfriend ji?”

[moon-princess-93]

MDNI 18+ Rafayel Goddess Story

Synopsis: Rafayel needs a model for his Lemurian Goddess photoshoot. He's just in luck because he has a beautiful girlfriend to help him out!

Rafayel stands back admiring your almost naked body. He had asked you to do a photo shoot for him for his latest art project, but now that you're here naked with pearls, glitter, and body paint on you, you were pretty sure this was all for him and not an art project.

Rafayel had you dressed as a Lemurian goddess (or at least what a goddess looked like in his mind) with a pearl necklace that drapes down to barely cover your breasts, a pearl thong, a big gold headpiece, and some sheer blue sparkly cloth. You were posed with your hands holding a clear globe on a sturdy box with an underwater scene screen behind you.

"This is perfect! Let's start taking some pictures," he says, grinning from ear to ear. Rafayel grabs his camera and snaps a couple of shots, moving from side to side for different angles. You try to stay still for as long as possible, but you start to get tired. Then feel self conscious, especially when Rafayel's stare gets longer between each shot.

"Raf? Can we take a break? My arms hurt," you ask hesitantly. When looking at him, he has a dark look in his eyes before he snaps out of it. "Oh yeah, cutie! Let me help you." He holds a hand out for you to hold onto when stepping down. Walking toward the couch, you try not to plop down and grab your cup of water to sip on.

While taking a few sips, Rafayel towers over you, looking at you lustfully. "I spent all night putting this necklace and thong together for you. The scattered pink pearls are my tears. There's one that I'm particularly fond of." He pulls on the front of the thong pulling it through your folds. A pink pearl hits your clit making you blush and mewl from the touch.

Rafayel plants a searing kiss on your lips while still pulling on your thong. He leans you back onto the couch when your head hits the back of the couch. Your head piece falls off of your head with a clatter to the floor. He pulls away leaving a hot trail of kisses up your jawline down to your shoulder. While his other hand comes up under the pearl necklace to fondle your breast.

You pant heavily feeling your core tense up. "What a beautiful Goddess, you are. Do me the pleasure and cum, my sweet princess." Rafayel whispers into the shell of your ear before latching onto your neck. The pearls growing slicker by the minute between your folds. The pink pearl rolling around your own pearl causes you to cum hard with a loud moan.

Rafayel pulls away from your neck to look at all the marks on your neck while riding out your waves of pleasure. He pulls you on top of him while he lays down onto the couch, you can feel his girth through his pants. "How about I take some pictures of this Goddess riding her favorite stallion?" He smirks up at you before grabbing his camera.

Grinding on his hard cock, you look down on him with a wicked smile. "Do you think you can handle this Goddess?" He whimpers at your grinding before taking a snapshot. "Ugh, I love that look on your face," he bit down on his bottom lip. You slide your thong to the side and unzip his pants to let out his impressive cock, the pink tip shining with precum. You line him up with your sopping wet pussy before slowly lowering yourself onto him. You both gasp at the interaction, both taking pleasure in it.

Once you're all the way down on him, you start to ride him. Pearls clinking together around your breasts showing off your perk nipples. Rafayel takes a few photos while you bounce on him. "Fuck, you feel so good!" He groans while he rubs a hand up your thigh. You feel hot in your core as the pink pearl hits your clit again while you're bouncing on him.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum," you whine at him. "Yes, my beautiful princess! Cum on my cock," he growled. Rafayel pulled on the front of your thong making you cum and as he felt your walls clench around him, he came with you. You both rode out the waves together. You laid on top of him wearily while feeling him twitch inside you.

"We need to take more photos like this," he panted wearily as he caressed your head. "I don't think I'm done being a Goddess yet," you growled at him while sitting back up. The dark look in your eyes told Rafayel that he was going to be a servant for the rest of the night.

[slut4megantheestallion]

BABE can i have chloe with a maddy perez coded gf plsss (if you’ve seen euphoria) 💜💜💜

(Yes, I do watch Euphoria. I'm waiting for season 3 😁.) ⋆☆Chloe price x Maddy perez!Coded gf reader

Warnings ⚠️: Chloe price x reader, Maddy perez! Coded reader, Chloe being a simp, wlw, wlw x reader.

☆Chloe is a total sucker for you. She'll complain about how high- maintenence you are, but she'll still do whatever you ask - something before you even ask.

☆"Babe, can you -"

☆"Already, on it, princess."

☆"Aww, my good girl." (Chloe pretends to groan, but she lives for your praise.)

☆She's the type to sit and watch you do your makeup, completely mesmerized. She'll act like she's just chilling, but she's literally studying every every move you make.

☆"Damn, how do you do that wing thing so perfectly?"

☆"Skill, baby. You wouldn't understand."

☆"Pfft, whatever." (She totally wants you to do hers next.)

☆If you ask her to hold your lip gloss, purse, or anything else, she'll do it without question. She's basically your personal assistant.

☆"Can you carry this for me, chlo?"

☆"Tch, I'm not your-" realizes you're already handing it to her - "Yeah, okay. Fine."

☆You dress like a damn goddess - always in outfits that turn heads, like sleek two- piece sets, tight dresses, cropped tops with high- waisted pants, and mini skirts that drive chloe absolutely insane.

☆You love a glam but sultry look- glossy lips, razor- sharp winged liner, bold lashes, and perfectly sculpted cheekbones. Your nails are always done, and you accessorize flawlessly with gold hoop earrings, rings, and layered necklaces.

☆Chloe acts like she doesn't care about fashion, but she's obsessed with seeing you get all dressed up. She'll sit on your bed, watching you pick out clothes, just admiring how effortlessly hot you are.

☆"Babe, do I wear the sparkly dress or the tight one?"

☆"Uh... both?"

☆"Ugh, that's now how it works, chlo?"

☆(She literally can't decide because you look insane in everything.)

☆Whenever you dress up, she cannot stop touching your hands on your waist, pulling you close, kissing your neck. You pretend to scold her, but you love how obsessed she is with you.

☆"Damn, you tryna kill me, babe?"

☆"Maybe. You'd die happy, though."

☆(She absolutely would.)

☆Chloe is so whipped for you. She adores spoiling you, even when she pretends to hate it. If you want something, best believe she's finding a way to get it for you.

☆"You like those earrings? Bet. Gimme a sec." (Cue her doing dumb shit to get the money.)

☆She'll complain about how long you take to get ready, but she secretly loves sitting behind you, playing with your hair while you do your makeup.

☆"Hurry up, babe."

☆"Perfection takes time, chlo."

☆"Tch, whatever, you always look perfect anyway."

☆(She doesn't even realize she just simped that hard.)

☆If you pout at her? Game over. She's done for. You can get her to do anything. "Ugh, fine, but if anyone asks, I did this because I wanted to, not because you made me."

☆(You most definitely made her.)

☆Chloe hates when people flirt with you. She trusts you, but she doesn't trust the people who flirt with you and try to shoot they shot. If someone even thinks about trying it, she's instantly at your side, arm wrapped your waist, glaring the down.

☆"Yeah, keep walking, dude."

☆You're no better. If a girl even looks at chloe for too long, you'll make sure she knows who chloe belongs to. you won't fight - you'll just grab her chin, make her look at you, and say, "Let's go, baby." The smug look you give the other girl is enough to shut her down completely. (Chloe just smirks because she lives for possessive you.)

☆When you're mad, you make chloe work for your attention, she hates it.

☆"Oh, so you're just gonna ignore me now?"

☆"Mmhmm." (You're eating it up. She knows it).

☆"God, you're impossible." (She's already planning how to make it up to you.)

☆You both have that dramatic, all-or-nothing love—you’re each other’s entire world, and you both know it.

☆Chloe loves to pretend she's too cool for your high standards, but she secretly loves doing things just to see you smile.

☆"God, you're so high maintenance."

☆"Yeah, but you love it."

☆(She does. alot.)

☆She acts like she doesn’t care about looking good, but if you tell her, "I like when you wear this," she’ll suddenly start wearing it all the time.

☆You catch her staring at you constantly. She’ll deny it every time.

☆"Were you just checking me out?"

☆"Pfft, no. As if." (She was. She absolutely was.)

☆She’ll roll her eyes when you ask her to hold your bag, but she always does it. And if anyone so much looks at you wrong, she’ll glare them down like she’s ready to fight.

☆Chloe always thinks about how she even bagged you. Chloe,—she’s messy, reckless, and doesn’t care about what people think, while you’re always put together, confident, and expect things to go your way. But somehow, you just work.

☆Chloe teases you for being a little spoiled, but she secretly loves it. If you pout and bat your lashes, she’ll do whatever you want—though she’ll grumble about it.

☆You have Chloe wrapped around your finger, and she knows it. She tries to act all tough, but one smirk from you, and she’s giving in.

☆"You literally think you’re the boss of me, babe."

☆"Because I am, baby."

☆"Tch. Whatever." (She absolutely agrees, but she’ll die before admitting it.)

☆Chloe tries to impress you(and failing sometimes).

☆Chloe always tries to act cool around you, but you love making her flustered.

☆"You’re so cute when you’re mad."

☆"Shut UP."

☆(She’s madder now, but only because you’re right.)

☆She’ll act like she doesn’t care when she does something sweet for you, but you always call her out.

☆"You bought my favorite snacks?"

☆"I just grabbed whatever. Not a big deal."

☆"Mmhmm. Sure." (She definitely went out of her way for you.)

☆Date nights with chloe are wild-sneaking into concerts, stealing road signs, joyriding at 2 AM with music blasting.

☆You take Chloe on classy dates—dinners at fancy restaurants, shopping sprees, poolside lounging at a bougie resort. She acts out of place at first, but she loves being spoiled by you.

☆"Damn, this is fancy as hell."

☆"I know. You better not embarrass me, babe."

☆"Pfft, no promises."

☆You love sitting in Chloe’s lap, whether it’s at a party, a restaurant, or even just at home.

☆She pretends to be annoyed but will never ask you to move.

☆"Really? Right here?"

☆"Shh, you love it."

☆(She absolutely does.)

☆Arguments are heated because you both have strong personalities, but neither of you ever crosses the line. You both know how to push each other’s buttons, but you never hit below the belt.

☆When you’re mad, Chloe suffers. She hates when you ignore her and will literally follow you around trying to make you forgive her.

☆"Babe, c’mon. Are you really not gonna talk to me?"

☆Nope." (You love making her work for it.)

☆"Ugh, you’re evil."

☆(She’s already planning how to win you back.)

☆When Chloe’s mad, she usually just storms off—but she always comes back. And when she does, she wraps her arms around you from behind and just buries her face in your neck.

☆"I hate fighting with you."

☆"Then stop pissing me off, babe."

☆(She definitely will try.)

☆Overall, Chloe worships you. She might act all tough, but when it comes to you, she’s an absolute simp.

(☆enjoy, the edit at the end @mwahbabe)

[atleastpleasetelephone]

Gentle on my mind - Chapter 13

Initially set in 1967 when Elvis is filming Clambake. Feeling miserable and trapped after the Colonel banishes Larry and the spiritual texts, Elvis invites Gloria to keep him company through the last five days of filming. Gloria is an aspiring movie editor and more importantly she's a lot of fun. Will she be what Elvis needs to get him out of the depressive funk he's in?

Catch up with the other parts here.

Many thanks to @sissylittlefeather being my beta reader on this one.

A/N: We're still in 1975...

Pairing: Elvis x OC - Gloria, a budding film editor.

Word count: 2.4K

TWs: Very little. Angst, fluff.

Gloria is nervous about her kids meeting Elvis for the first time, but, as she sits on the bed watching him get changed into his fourth outfit option, she realises not as nervous as he is. She smiles at him in his version of casual wear - a navy shirt and pants, with one of his stage jackets over the top and a large gold belt. 

“Whaddya think?” He turns towards her, fiddling with the bracelet he just put on. 

She steps forward, putting her arms around his neck and looking up into his face. “Gorgeous. Don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off you.”

The slightly unsure expression that had been on his face when he’d first turned towards her from staring at his reflection in the long mirror on the wall turns into a sunshine smile. He gives her a quick kiss and then they both realise the time, again, and head downstairs. 

The kids are shy when they first arrive, Elvis is big and sparkly and intimidating. But it takes no time at all for him to be on the floor, play-wrestling them both at once, and the shyness melts away completely. Gloria and Patricia chat for a while as they watch him interacting with Corey and Jackie, exchanging smiles with one another at how much of a natural he is with them. As if he’s known them forever. 

Elvis has taken his jacket off, and is sat on the floor panting with exertion as Jackie leans against his arm and Corey sits between his legs, his little hands on Elvis’ not insubstantial belly. 

“I surrender!” He exclaims, his hands in the air. “Ya win. I can’t fight no more.” 

He closes his eyes and sticks his tongue out of the side of his mouth, head flopping to one side as his arms flop down comedically. 

Corey’s little hands slap his belly repeatedly. “You’re not dead! You’re pretending!”

Elvis immediately recovers, opening his eyes and staring right at the little boy. “I’m not dead…” he leans forward, making his eyes menacing and screwing his face up. “...I’m THE UNDEAD! RAAAAAH!” He launches himself forward and Corey screams. 

Elvis wraps him up in a big hug and then giggles right in his ear, before starting an onslaught of tickling. He feels another hand on his arm and looks over to see Jackie sitting there, pouting. She’s not much over a year older than her brother, and she doesn’t like being left out. And being quieter, she often is. Elvis chuckles and pulls her into his lap too. Then he feels a hand on his head and looks up to see Gloria standing there. 

“Hey,” he says. 

“Hi. I was feeling left out.”

“Oh. You want something?”

“A kiss.”

She leans down and he moves a hand to hold her face as he presses a kiss to her lips. Both kids immediately start screaming. 

“Mama!”

“Mama kissed Elvis!”

“Elvis loves Mama!”

When they eventually stop just shouting the first thing they think of, Corey looks up at his mom and asks her a serious question. 

“Is Elvis our new daddy?”

Jackie frowns. “What about our real daddy?”

“Elvis is real!”

Gloria has been thinking about this a lot. She didn’t have to kiss Elvis in front of them, but she had. And now she could make something up that would be easier for them to understand than the truth. But she wants them to understand that life is complicated sometimes, so she decides to talk to them about it.

“Hey. Shush for a minute,” she tells them, waiting for quiet before she continues. “I want to explain this to you. Are you going to listen?”

They both grumble but they sigh and nod and try to listen even as they continue to squirm on Elvis’ lap. 

“Yes Mama.”

“Okay.”

“Alright.” She looks down at their upturned, expectant faces and swallows. “Yes, I love Elvis. And… I think he loves me.” She pauses there and looks at him briefly. She doesn’t want to put words in his mouth. 

“Of course I do, honey,” he replies, craning his neck to stare up at her like he’s the third kid, sitting there and waiting for an explanation. 

She smiles, another of those smiles that stays on her lips and doesn’t reach her eyes. She knows she’s about to say something he won’t want to hear, and part of her wonders if his birthday is the worst possible time to do this. But she’s started now. 

The kids are still looking up at her, rapt. 

“But Elvis lives in Memphis, and we live in San Francisco. And your daddy lives in San Francisco too, and he loves you both a lot. So even though Elvis and I love each other, we can’t live together, because I’d be taking you away from your daddy and that wouldn’t be fair. And Elvis has a very busy life, you both know that. He has to travel all over the country, singing to people.”

“We could go with him?” Jackie suggests, hopefully. 

“You have school, and you know that too.”

Jackie sighs and looks down at the floor sadly. Corey looks sad too. He thinks for a while and then looks up again at his mother, with a face full of hope. 

“Can we visit though? I want to visit! I love Daddy Elvis! Mama! Please!” He’s shouting by the end, and punctuating his speech with exasperated slaps of his hands to Elvis’ belly. Elvis winces, but makes no attempt to stop him. 

Gloria starts to feel her resolve failing in the face of her begging child. She also feels her belief that this was the best course of action starting to falter too. She shouldn’t have kissed him in front of her children. This is not turning out the way she had hoped, although why she thought two small children could deal with such complicated emotions without yelling she’s not sure. 

“Corey, please. I know you’re having a lot of big feelings right now, but you can’t take them out on Elvis. C’mere.”

She picks him up and holds him in her arms and he groans and then bursts into tears. 

“It’s not fair!”

No, Gloria thinks, it really isn’t fair. 

“Son, I think if your mama says it’s okay, I would love ta have ya all here. But only if she says it’s okay.” Elvis clenches his jaw, briefly gritting his teeth before he says the next part. “Your daddy needs ta see ya both too.”

Corey moves his head from where it’s been hanging over Gloria’s shoulder to right in front of her face, and puts a hand on either cheek. “PLEASE MAMA!” Tears streak his face, bright red from all the crying. 

“Shhh. I… we could probably visit…” she replies, feeling almost defeated at this point. 

Corey yells “YAY!” directly in her face and throws his arms around her neck. She strokes his back, absent-mindedly trying to soothe him. Then she looks down at Jackie, still on Elvis’ lap, noticing the sad expression on her face. 

“Jackie?” She asks. The little girl looks up. “What’s wrong?”

For such a small girl she manages a very big sigh in response. Elvis cuddles her close to him and repeats Gloria’s question. “What’sa matter, honey?”

“What about real daddy?” She finally asks, quietly. “He’ll be sad if we’re here all the time.”

“We won’t be here all the time,” Gloria explains, patiently. “We’ll just come sometimes, in the holidays.”

Jackie frowns for a while and then her face sort of flattens back out again. “Oh. Okay then.”

There’s a silence and Gloria starts to think this might be the end of the complicated conversation and she might be able to get this birthday celebration back on track. She carefully puts Corey back down and strokes the top of his head, leaning over to do the same to Jackie. 

Her sister has been watching the whole scene with some interest, and decides maybe now is her time to chip in and give Gloria and Elvis a little time without the children. 

“Come on you two, let’s see if we can find some food, shall we?” She looks down at Elvis. “So long as that’s okay by Elvis, anyway. It is his house, after all.”

Elvis smiles, picking Jackie up off his lap and placing her carefully on her feet, before standing up himself. “Sure is, honey.”

Gloria is relieved to see them go, and grateful to her sister for taking them. That whole situation had been emotionally exhausting. She looks over at Elvis, expecting him to have something to say about it, half-wondering if it will cause a row. 

He moves close to her, then pulls her into his arms, wrapping her in a big hug. “It’s okay, honey,” is all he says, and he feels her whole body relax. 

He kisses the top of her head. It hurts, to know that she doesn’t think there’s a future for them. That they won’t all live together. Of course it does. But she’s here now, and he doesn’t want to spoil the time he has with her. Or the time he has with Corey and Jackie. He’s grown attached to them almost immediately, and he wants them to stay as long as possible, Gloria too. For once he keeps his impulse to anger and upset in check. 

***

The rest of the day passes in a busy and happy blur. Priscilla drops Lisa-Marie off, and various other Memphis Mafia members appear with wifes and children throughout the day. There’s only a little drinking, but there’s a lot of food and, most importantly where the kids are concerned, there’s a big cake. Elvis doesn’t care so much about the cake, or the presents that people have bought him (he likes them, but they’re never quite right), or even everyone singing happy birthday. But he loves his friends being here, and that the house is full of life, children laughing and crying, adults telling stories, singing and even a bit of dancing. Graceland is truly alive with activity in a way it hasn’t been for a long time. And he has Gloria to thank for that. He makes a mental note to thank her properly later. 

***

Gloria tucks the kids in, explaining for at least the third time what to do and where to go if they wake up worried in the middle of the night. Jackie is almost asleep already, not interested in irrelevant information as she’s slept through since she was a baby, but Corey keeps asking and worrying about it being too dark in the room without a nightlight. Wondering what’s taking so long, Elvis walks down the corridor to the room and pokes his head in. 

“Daddy Elvis!” Corey exclaims, in a way that is really not conducive to sleep. 

“What’re ya still doin’ awake, son?” Elvis asks, his voice low and soft as he comes into the room to kneel down next to the bed beside Gloria. 

Corey frowns. “It’s too dark.”

“He doesn’t have his nightlight,” Gloria says, by way of explanation. 

“Oh. Hang on a minute.”

Elvis disappears, then reappears a few minutes later with a ladybug nightlight. “Here ya go. Got a bunch for Yisa.”

He plugs it in and Corey exclaims again with joy, holding his arms out wide for a hug. Elvis leans into it with a smile. Then he walks over to the other bed and gives Jackie a kiss goodnight, not wanting her to feel left out. Remembering the way she pouted earlier, when she had less attention from him, being quieter and less demanding than her brother. 

Finally Elvis and Gloria manage to leave the room, switching the light off and closing the door softly behind them. They walk back to Elvis’ room in silence, and then when they get inside she sits down on the bed with an exhausted sigh. 

“Oh my god. Thank you for getting that light. I thought he’d never let me leave.”

Elvis sits down next to her and puts an arm around her, pulling her against him. “They’re gorgeous honey. A pair a great kids.”

She laughs against his shoulder. “You want them?”

He grins. “Only if I can have you too. You’re incredible, Glory.”

“Hmmm. Thanks,” she mumbles into his jacket, blushing at the compliment. 

“I mean it. Lookin’ after those two, makin’ them into such good kids. After everythin’ that happened with Roger…”

She puts an arm around his waist. “Thanks. That means a lot, El.”

“An’ everythin’ you’ve done fer me. Would’ve been locked up in here on my own today if it wasn’t for you. Yer so special, Glory.”

Gloria can feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes at his kind words. “I hope you had a good birthday,” she sniffs. 

He pats his lap expectantly and she shifts to straddle him, a stray tear escaping down her cheek. It’s been a tiring, emotional day. 

“I had a wonderful day, thank you.”

His hands cup her face gently. 

“Even after what I said to the kids?”

“Even after that.”

“I love you, Elvis.”

“I love you too, baby. C’mon. Let’s get ready for bed.”

He gently wipes the tear from her face with his thumb, then helps her off his lap again. They curl up together in bed in pyjamas, her hand on his belly. She’d seen the newspapers in the trash this morning with headlines like “Elvis, Fat and Forty,” and her heart had broken a little. She likes the extra weight on him, always has. Her nose presses against his sideburn and it tickles her a little. She kisses along his jaw, thinking this is the most relaxed she’s been with him since their time on Clambake. The least pressed for time. 

“I can stay, if you want?” She says, suddenly. “For the rest of the week. The kids will have to go back in a couple of days for school, but I could stay. Pat said she’d look after them for a while… I’d have to check but I’m pretty sure she’d be okay with it.”

His head turns quickly. “For the rest of the week?” He’s not expecting it and he can feel his throat closing up with emotion. It’s been so long since he’s been able to spend this much time with her. 

“If…if you want.”

“I can’t believe you have to ask that, Glory. Of course I want.”

She smiles. :”That’s settled, then. If Pat tries to say no you can give her a Cadillac.”

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[gowerhardcastle]

Meet Gilberto

Gilberto Ordoñez is one of the five main romantic interests of the Jolly Good series. Here he is, as drawn by Shyranno.

"Built like a wall," as someone put it, and that seems about right. Gilberto is your clubmate at the Noble Gases. He is a naturalized British citizen, he wears sparkly gold trousers, and often carries an épée. He swaggers when he walks and sits in the stool across from you.

He points to you with one hand, and places the other hand on your shoulder. "You and I," he says, "We understand about hard decisions. About the heroic. About how times like these are not always easy for such as you and he.

If Gilberto were here, and we asked him about himself, his eyes would light up, but he would sigh, as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders, but at the same time, this weight gave him the opportunity to demonstrate that his shoulders are strong enough to bear that weight. He would tell you that he is just a man, and that he works very hard to ensure that all about him are safe, but that he does not wish--that he cannot--talk about it further.

Gilberto as a character, is really interesting to write. I can tell from all of the metrics at my disposal that he is the least popular romantic path. This is probably in part because he is locked to male--naturally gender-selectable characters have a bigger potential audience--but also because I think he slots into the "friend and ally" zone pretty well. I'm ok with this. I still like creating a lot of content for him for those who want to pursue his romance path, which I think will be entertaining.

"Let us say that we are romantically intrigued by one another, to a greater or lesser extent."

"I can agree with that," you say.

He reaches out for you and pulls you close to him. At first you think he is trying to embrace you, but then you realize that he has pulled you away from the path of a bullet.

"Good," you say. "It is important to establish boundaries."

"Speaking of boundaries, why don't we jump that fence?" he says.

What are Gilberto's issues? He's strong, but strength doesn't help you when the world you live in demands money, and when those about you frown on working for a living.

His cold-water flat is, to put it in as gentle terms as possible, small, cluttered, and dim. The door to the bedroom is off the hinges, and leaning against the wall in the hall, and there are few shelves or storage areas. Most of his belongings seem to be organized, if that is the right word, on the floor. A single easy chair with a spring visible and a rickety card table are the only pieces of furniture in the living room where you now stand.

He works. This may be too disturbing for you to continue reading. But yes, he takes a paycheck, as shameful as this might be. And what's more, he gets his hands dirty with what he believes is saving the world. And if you want to get close to him, you're going to have to have to enter into that world of intrigue which is going to be wholly a sealed book to people who don't pursue this path.

Gilberto is for characters who want to upend the world of Jolly Good without realizing that's what they are doing, and then look back somewhere in Book 3 and say, "Oh, is that what I did? Huh!" He is for characters who want someone to fight for them loyally at every step of the way. To carry them when they fall. To protect them against dangers real and imagined, and to descend into a sort of righteous madness in which the good and bad sides get blurred--but I mean, this is still a comedy. It's all going to be fine in the end.

And, as I say, golden pants.

That's a brief introduction to Gilberto. Find out more about the world of Jolly Good right here.

[jhoneybees]

Desire (part 2)

Ahh!! I'm back with another spicy fic🤭 Now this one is a sequel to Desire so if haven't read it or don't remember, it's best to go and read it to understand what's going on. Hope you enjoy!

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Taglist: @elvisalltheway101 @atleastpleasetelephone @i-r-i-n-a-a

Characters: 50s!Elvis x reader

Warnings/triggers: Smut, Age gap(Elvis is 20 and Reader is 25), E's first time??, male receiving, hand job, petnames, Sub!Elvis

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“Did you like that, Presley?”

He definitely did. 

The way your cocktail dress molds onto your figure makes his heart throb like crazy and as you take a seat opposite of him, he tries to keep his cool, begging himself to not stare too much but when you start talking, asking him about how his records are doing he falls into a haze just staring at your lips and only answering in a slight mumble “The records are goin’ good…gettin’ lots of sales and… all that…”

It's like you're hypnotizing him, without even knowing it.

Or…do you?

“Oh, that’s so great, Elvis!” his gaze trailing up to your eyes, he just breathes out a smile and nods. Getting the slightest glance of your defined jawline as you flip hair behind your back and turn your head towards the bartender, who’s dropping off a drink. Earning a soft “Thank you” and smile from you.

God, that damn smile.

Silently watching as you take a sip of the alcoholic beverage, his heart skips a beat when you suggest “Why don’t we go to my dressing room? Some privacy would be nice” all he can muster is a quiet nod.

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“Come. Sit here, I don’t bite”

Elvis quietly makes his way to sit on a round velvet footstool that your hand patted by where you’re sitting at the vanity. Taking a silent look around your dressing room, seeing sparkly dresses hung up on a rack and floral patterns on the walls. He turns his head back at the sound of your voice.

“How’s your mama? I haven’t seen her in a while” his eyes darting up and down at your figure, Elvis brings a fist up and clears his throat.

“S-she’s good… jus’ doin’ the same old things” almost cringing at himself at how he said that  but the embarrassment quickly fades when he watches you through the mirror reapplying red lipstick to your soft looking lips.

“Good, I assume your daddy’s doing the same old things too?” he nods with parted lips making you laugh sweetly, not noticing you’re looking at him through the reflection. 

You have definitely hypnotized him.

“Well that’s also…good” 

Elvis feels like his mind is being trapped, trapped in this heaven-like gold birdcage that is your beauty. 

The way your mouth curves into a smile and your eyes shine with friendliness, slowly darkening into lust digging into his soul. Such simple things but he can’t seem to pull his eyes away- Wait-

Lust?

Suddenly he feels something grazing his thigh and when he looks down, his breath hitches and eyes widen at your pretty hand gliding onto his growing erection. Elvis quickly snaps his eyes up to yours and he almost barely holds back a whimper. 

“Been thinking of me?” your voice low and sensual, Elvis swallows as your lips grow a smirk. 

Trailing his eyes back down, his hands blindly grip behind at the edge of the footstool as your hand delicately presses down on his length. His shoulders rising as his breath does, Elvis throws his head back briefly at the light relief you made him feel “Y-Y/n.. ” 

“What is it, baby?” a sigh stutters and his lips part. He doesn’t know where his mind is, he’s lost for words. Gulping at the shine of mischief in your eyes and as you slowly trace little patterns on his bulge, Elvis’ eyes flutter close.

Sighing at your palm trailing up to the top of his pants and down to his knee, you let out a little hum as your delicate finger lifts his chin “Did you like my performance, Presley?” asking him again with a slight rasp in your words. Seeing your eyebrows raise in question.

Elvis nods almost immediately, swallowing hard at your foot brushing up his leg as you sit with one knee over the other “A-Ah liked it..a lot” he just about gets out, nervously licking his lips. 

“Ohh, I’m glad…” You coo and his eyes light up at your little pout and sparkly eyes.

“Why don’t I give you another…private little show, hm? Just the two of us” his heart kicking a beat against his ribcage, Elvis opens his mouth in an attempt to answer but nothing comes out. He just nods again. Watching as your gaze lowers to his lips “Use your words, honey”

His mouth is growing dry by the second “...Yes” 

A shiver slithers down his spine at your widening smirk. Elvis watching you rising from your seat and tipping his chin up with two fingers. 

Gulping at how you look down on him and smile.

“Go sit on that seat over there f’me, baby.” nodding quietly as you tilt your head towards the direction next to him.

Sitting himself down on the chaise lounge, smoothing his sweaty hands down his thighs as he lifts his head. His heart thumps loudly in his ears seeing you step towards him and stand right in between his legs.

Grabbing his chin again “You’re quite a handsome thing, aren’t you?”

His blue puppy eyes peering into yours as you loom over him. 

Hearing your soft chuckle, his breath shortens when you reach down to brush your hand over his crotch again. Feeling his face grow red as you bring your face just an inch away. Gently, moving your fingertips to play with the zipper of his slacks.

His chest heaves softly at the anticipation of you giving him a kiss, he nervously looks from your lips to your eyes. Seeing your pupils dilate ever slightly and as he’s about to say something, his jaw gets grabbed roughly and you crash your lips onto his, making his breath hitch and form into a puddle.

The sound of lips separating filling the room. “Get up against the wall, baby.” You order before enveloping him into another kiss.

Elvis moans into your mouth and shuffles back until the back of his head hits the wall with a thud, chasing your touch as you step out of your heels and scrunch up your sparkly dress to straddle his lap.

Groaning at the warmth of your bare thighs and your breasts pressed up against his chest. He rests his hands on your hips, trying to keep up with you devouring his mouth bit by bit. Feeling his cock strained against the fabric of his pants and now you are grinding on him making him shudder. “Mm-” 

“Shh, quiet baby…” You whisper, grazing your mouth along his cheek to his ear. Nibbling on the lobe leaving his heart almost exploding. 

Gasping at your palm slithering over his nipple through a thin layer of fabric. 

Elvis doesn’t know what to do with himself, he wasn’t expecting to be in your presence tonight and definitely wasn’t expecting to be sitting on the couch in your dressing room with you rolling your hips on his covered hard weeping dick.

It’s crazy what happens in Memphis.

“My funny valentine…” looking up into your dark eyes, his heart softens at your singing.

“Sweet comic…valentine.” watching as you flip your hair back and slowly lean into the crook of his neck, pecking his skin softly.

Elvis flutters his eyes shut and pants quietly at you kissing up his jaw and rolling your hips in a circular motion.

“You make me smile with my heart…” His tummy filling up with butterflies as you trail your hands down his chest to his belt. Carefully unbuckling it.

Swallowing, as Elvis opens his eyes to see you pulling the zipper of his pants down, wide eyed as your cold fingertips smooth around his length, giving it a little squeeze. 

Cheeks grow pink as you watch his face and let out an angelic giggle. “Your looks are…laughable.”

Pulling him out of his pants with a quiet melodic hum. “Unphotographable…” 

Seeing a smirk creep onto your lips, he follows your stare down to his aching hard cock, drooling out warm precum. Elvis whimpers loudly when you rest your thumb on his red, angry tip. Rubbing it in slow, torturous circles, coating him with his own juices. “Yet you're my favourite work of art…”

His eyebrows furrow and he pleads. 

“Mm-... I-It ‘urts-” 

“Shhh ‘s ok…”

Breath hitching as you begin to stroke him. Long and slow. “Is your figure less than greek…”

His lungs follow the rhythm of your leveled movements, legs growing weaker and weaker by the second. “Is your mouth a little weak…”

Melting as you tilt his chin up slightly, dominating him with your stare. “When you open it to speak…”

The motion on his cock, speeding up just a little making Elvis’ tongue roll out moans and groans. 

“Are you smart…”

Leaning into your hold as you run your fingers through his gelled hair, needing your comfort from you giving him such an awakening experience. 

“But don’t change your hair for me…”

Feeling a delicious tightness form in the pit of his stomach. 

Bucking his hips into your hand as you twist and pull. “Not if you care for me…”

“Stay little valentine…” his breathing erratic at the now fast approaching unknown pleasure.

“Stay…” 

He begs desperately, wanting a gentle kiss. You give him one but he wasn’t expecting it to be so loving and delicate. “Each day is Valentine’s day…” 

As you stroke him one more time, Elvis whimpers uncontrollably and his head falls back hitting the wall. White ropes of his release landing on his slacks and your hand, he clenches your dress in his fists. 

Elvis’ heart thumps and thumps, his eyes rolling back and eyelids feeling heavy. He rides through his orgasm. 

Moaning and mumbling Yes’s and Lord have mercy’s, he’s falling over the edge into a lake of your honey voice whispering “Good boy…” and “Let it all out, uh huh…such a good boy.” 

He never thought he’d have an even deeper desire to be with you than he already does at this very moment.

“Best performance yet, hm?””

[sadistic-cardinal]

His Mother's Nose

Copia broaches the subject of getting plastic surgery with Sister Imperator.

Word Count: 1255

Read it on A03 here:

"Come in, C." Sister Imperator looked up from her desk as she answered the gentle knock on her office door.

"Ah, yes, thank you Sister."

Came the accented voce from behind the heavy oak door as it was pushed open. A pointy nose protruded through the gap, followed by a pair of mismatched eyes, one a subtle olive green, the other an unholy shade of ice-white. Copia, her boy, steped into the office. He was a stark contrast to the confident, mincing, hip swinging performer who entertained thousands of fans every night on tour. No this was not Papa Emeritus the Fourth in his sparkly blue jacket, dripping and sparkling over his body like liquid sapphires, skipping offstage to greet her with a wry grin on his black and white skull-painted face. This wasn't even The Cardinal, in tight black pants swishing around in a vampire-esque cape like Bela Lugosi. No, this was just little Cardi with his black panda eyes, displaying his usual anxious off-stage demeanor, the leather of his gloves squeaking as he wrung his hands by his waist.

"Er..."

"Come in and sit down, boyo."

Sister said, looking at him over the top of her glasses.

"I know when you want to ask me something. Come on."

"Right, right."

He mumbled, shutting the door and making his way over to the chairs in front of her desk. Hesitating for a moment he looked between the two chairs, and Sister Imperator could practically see the cogs turning as he struggled to pick which one would be better to sit in. Both were identical: straight backed hard wood chairs with no cushions. Sister did not like her guests to spend longer than necessary, so as a rule saw no need to provide anything over the bare minimum of comfort as a seating arrangement.

"C, take that one, love."

A gentle prompt usually did the trick when he was in this sort of mood, and sure enough Copia graciously accepted her suggestion, taking a seat on the one closest to the unlit fireplace.

"Thank you, Sister."

He says, looking down at his worn double monk-strap shoes. As she followed his gaze she briefly wondered if she had seen him in anything else in the past six years, he even wore those shoes with that damn tracksuit he insisted on wearing as casual wear as often as he could get away with. On more than one occasion she had considered consining it to the bin, but knowing how particular he was about his outfits, had opted just to leave him be. Satan knew if she were to do that he would only turn up in something even worse. Nevermind. He wasn't wearing it now, opting instead for his usual red cassock, sans biretta - he had probably misplaced it somewhere and forgotten about it.

"Cardi. What brings you here today?"

She asked, snapping them both out of their thoughts. Generally if one of them doesn't start the conversation rolling they are liable to sit there for the best part of an hour daydreaming.

Copia's eyes snapped up to meet hers and he nods.

"Ah yes. So... i was thinking about this eh... this Papa thing. And my debut on stage recently. I've had a lot of time to think about it actually and you know, i think i am not looking so right with the make up and the... rest of me."

"The rest of you?"

Oh Satan below he doesn't like his vestiments. Sister closes her eyes, imagining a repeat of how long it took to design and approve Copia's Papal robes.

Weeks. Weeks it took, and they still had had to send them back for further adjustments.

Copia nods.

"Er... yes. It's...-"

"Let me stop you there." Sister interjects. "The robes cost us a small fortune. We went over and over them and you approved everything. The blue and gold. The rhinestones. The mitre...-"

"Oh no Sister! Er it's not that."

He says meekly, the tips of his ears starting to go red and radiate heat as he spoke.

"No, what it is er... is... well, me."

"You, C...? I don't... what do you mean, you?"

"Well...-"

He looks at her and gestures to himself.

"I don't really look like Papa, eh? Like a Papa. You know i have been noticing it more and more and when i put the Papal paints on too you know i see what they all mean when they say about me, you know..?"

Sister shook her head, not quite following.

Copia sighed heavily, the realisation dawning that he was not going to be able to beat around the bush.

"I look ...ah shucks... like a rat."

He says, hanging his head.

"The Sisters all say it, i know all the rumours. They're right. Look at me. Papa shouldn't be eh... a creepy... little... rat man. Maybe it is okay when i was just a Cardinal but... i am Papa. He should be strong eh? Regal, no? I guess what i am saying is i want to get the eh... the surgery to fix it."

Sister Imperator recoiled just a fraction, a wave of mixed emotions forming a hot, uncomfortable sensation in her chest. Oh her dear boy. Her poor, neurotic, shy, outcast of a boy who was so desperate for approval. He was worried he would not live up to the Papas before him, she could see that, clear as day. He did not look like a rat. Not to her. What she saw when she looked at him was the reflection of her younger self. Almost nothing of his father, Nihil, with his square jaw and mop of thick black hair. No, little Cardi was all her. Sure, he had inherited Nihil's hetrochromia, but the almond shaped eyes that looked back at her were her own. His profile in particular was the exact spitting image of her younger self; a long, elegant, pointed nose; a thin angular jaw, his brow set in a perminent determined look, no matter how much worrying he did to offset it. Combined, these features gave him an intelligent, almost bookish appearance. Far from the dimwitted brand of handsomeness his father had had in his prime. Even his mousey brown hair, now greying at the temples, that formed smooth waves when he pushed it back, was the exact shade she was naturally before she elected to bleach it. He wasn't to know what traits they shared, however. As for all she saw the exact image of herself in him, and had since he was just a boy, Copia was unaware that she was even his mother.

"Oh, C..."

She sighed, hating that he thought he had to change himself to live up to Papa. Still so much self doubt despite all his achievements as frontman.

"Please, Sister. Per Favore. I... i really would like this."

She looks at him for a long moment, not daring to betray the pain she is feeling as she looks at his pained expression, knowing just how much bravery it took for him to even broach the subject with her. "If... it will make you happy, boyo. If it will make you happy."

His smile lit up his face. Oh his sweet, handsome face, where even his crows feet and laughter lines had developed in the same places as hers.

"Thank you! Yes, thank you. You know... i... if you don't mind the suggestion maybe even you could join me...- i heard there was a two for one on!"

[melodymunson]

Fargo- ready or not series chapters 3 & 4 Gator Tillman x fem reader x OC Lexi

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chapter 3- special

The reader sees her old friend Lexi from college again at the Tender Bar with Gator. They reconnect and have a night to remember.

Flirting, hooking up, group kissing, women kissing, pussy eating (all 3 parties involved), vaginal fingering, cum eating, cum swapping, voyeurism, Gator stroking his cock and edging.

The year is 2019

Tonight would be a chance to let loose again and unwind for the week by relaxing with Gator and to finally have the opportunity to go nightclubbing. The Tender Bar was the closest and best bar in town, and you always got the best drinks at happy hour. Gator loved to take you here and chill out, just mingling and listening to the music, seeing the beautiful ladies dance. You both tipped well and the exotic dancers loved you, but you didn’t go here much and hadn’t been in over four months now.

Who knew what dancers were working tonight, but you decided after your streamy shower with Gator to get dressed up and put on your best and most favorite outfit and makeup to complete the ensemble. You decided to wear a rose gold corset with a sparkly red dress and red fishnet tights. The shoes you chose were chunky black and hot pink Demonia combat boot heels. Before Gator showed up, you managed to put on all of your makeup; it was practically a miracle. The red eyeshadow and winged glittery black eyeliner truly made your eyes pop.

“Wow, baby, you look so hot tonight.” Gator raised his brows and took a big swig of his beer as he leaned against the door frame of your shared room.

“Thanks, baby. And don’t you look so handsome tonight. So hot, my love.”

“Thanks, beautiful.”

Gator was currently wearing his best aftershave, nice smelling cologne, combat boots laced up, camo pants, and a Pantera band tee complete with his camo jacket. Inhaling then blowing out the smoke of his vape, he watched you with hungry eyes. Once you were done getting ready, he got the car keys for his black convertible, and you locked up on your way out. Soon, starting the car to warm it up, the music of Van Halen blasted through the speakers and the song Runnin’ With The Devil which seemed fitting for the night ahead.

“I can’t wait for tonight, Gator. I hope to get a chance to see the best dancers. It's been too long.”

“Sure has, baby, but tonight anything is possible.”

He squeezed your thigh as he began the drive through the snow. Luckily, it wasn’t more than several inches. Winters were long and started early, even in October. Halloween was Gator's favorite holiday, and you loved it too. Everything with pumpkins and the costumes/being someone else was right up your alley.

Gator sang along to the mixed CD he had in the player, and the song Sad But True. It was nearing sunset now and getting dark early, but you were used to it. The club wasn’t too far, luckily, and you were excited to see the gorgeous dancers as soon as possible. Gator liked them, but claimed you were the only one he wanted at the end of the day.

“I can already hear the bass pumping inside the club from here,” you mused as you got to the parking lot soon, finding a place near the front of the club to park for the night.

Luckily, tonight, Gator had his hair slicked back instead of hiding it underneath a baseball cap. He looked so much better without the hat on. Even though he was a sheriff tonight, he was off duty.

“It's loud, huh, gorgeous? Ready to go in?”

Turning off his car, he pocketed his keys. You nodded, and he got out, going around and opening your door for you. Luckily, you had remembered to grab your hot pink denim jacket on the way out, as it was pretty cold. Hopefully, the club will have the heater on tonight.

“I’m so excited and listen they are playing Health tonight.”

Gator nodded in agreement, taking a deep drag of his lemon berry vape and blowing it out away from you. He knew exactly how you felt about smoking, especially health-wise, and not just for your sake but for Gator’s too. Luckily, he had promised you that he was trying to quit now, and you believed him.

“Sounds good, I love the deep bass and rhythm.”

Stepping into the club, you had your ID’s checked and were given your wrist bands before you got your coats checked. The heater was on and the bar was moderately busy, and dancers were on the stage. The lights flashed and disco balls sparkled as you made your way to the bar hand in hand with Gator. Ordering your drinks, Gator a beer, and you a margarita, you listened to the announcer.

“And now please give a warm welcome to one of our newer dancers, the miss sexy Lexi Ecstasy!” As she came onto the stage and Health’s No Escape turned into their collab, the Drain with Noah Sebastian of Bad Omens, you looked to Gator, who was squeezing your hand. His beer was long gone, and your margarita was melting, so you decided to sip on it. As you savored the drink and she took the stage, you recognized her. It was Lexi you went to college with, well, Alexis. Gator had never met her, but you had fond memories with her, even though she was 4 years older than you.

Her body moved against the pole, gyrating with her fishnets and rose gold heels wrapped around it. The red silk robe she was wearing around her sparkly lingerie looked stunning. It looked like the same old Lexi but even prettier with more tattoos now, like the Disney ones, namely Ursula (a portrait of the Little Mermaid villain on her leg), also the Little Mermaid herself, and the broken heart tattoo centered on her chest. Something else about her was different, too, like her breasts, which looked even bigger now.

Nudging Gator, you whispered loudly into his ear.

“I knew her in college.”

He nodded and took you by the hand, leading you closer to get a better view near the stage where men were throwing her money and showering her with it. Your heartbeat increased as you got even closer to her. Even with the eye mask on, made of lace and shaped like a cat, you knew it was her. The tongue and lip piercings she had gotten since you had last seen her were stunning. So was the red lingerie she was now revealing as her robe was thrown into the crowd.

Bending over she gave the crowd a good view of her purple thong as she clapped her ass cheeks together. Turning around she bit her lip and sucked on her perfectly manicured black French tip fingernail. Gator gave you three 20-dollar bills, and you threw them to the stage as he threw three of his own. The next song started Lust by Buckcherry, and she removed her lingerie slip and shook her breasts that were in a spiked bra.

The shouts and cheers combined with the sultry rock music made you want to get onstage and join her, but of course, you didn’t. As you drank your margarita, she got closer and locked eyes with you. The moment was full of promise and possibility for more later. The bra now gone, she threw it toward you and you caught it, much to the dismay of the male crowd goers, hoping to be the ones tonight to get this privilege.

The people in the room became a blur as you watched Lexi laser-focused on her body and how she was moving and dominating that stage, taking over like a true firecracker. Donning her lace-like Madonna-esque gloves, she flung them to Gator, and he caught both, putting one on your hand and pocketing the other lacy glove. Her dancing continued, and she moved sensuously to the beat of the music as Gator pulled you into his lap, holding you close to him, which Lexi took note of, biting her lips as she grinded against the pole and moved on it.

Her breasts were bigger but still gorgeous, even if they were implants. The piercings were pentagrams and suited her perfectly, especially with how much you knew she loved dark things and the more macabre side of life. As the song was wrapping up, she worked the pole like the professional she was, and lots of men and even some women threw money at her before she got redressed and given a black silk robe upon exiting stage left.

“Well, that was special, wasn’t it, sweetheart?” Gator asked you as he nuzzled his nose against your neck.

“Yeah, she was amazing. I haven’t seen her in years. I see she’s at the bar now, we should go talk to her.”

“Sure, gorgeous.”

Standing up, you walked over to her, linked arm in arm with Gator. The next dancer took the stage, and most of the remaining club patrons were laser-focused on her as the cover song Ginuwine’s Pony by Far blasted through the speakers. Lexi appeared to be drinking a wine of some sort, maybe Sangria, as you caught her attention. Her tattoos looked even better up close, especially the snakes surrounding the broken heart on her collarbones.

“Hi Lexi, it's Y/N from college,” you proudly re-introduced yourself.

“Hi Y/N, I remember you. So, is this your boyfriend, Mr. Handsome here?” She asked with raised brows.

“I sure am. Sheriff Tillman at your service. Off duty, but anyway, you can just call me Gator.”

Lexi shook his hand, smiling genuinely, and drank some of her sangria.

“Well, do you two want a private show?”

“Sure. I mean that would be nice,” you chimed in response.

“My shift is over soon, and I see that you two can probably show a girl a good time, so why don't you come over to my place in thirty minutes instead? The first time can be a freebie,” she added before finishing her drink.

“Well, that's mighty kind of ya, we can give you a ride too if you want,” Gator added.

“Thanks, I did take an Uber here. Sure, why not?”

Plans were made, and you chilled at the bar enjoying Gator’s company as Lexi went backstage and finished her shift. After some red wine for you and a shot of vodka for Gator, Lexi was ready and met you both near the club entrance, except now she was wearing comfy sweats, black Ugg boots, and a Nightmare Before Christmas Sally, Jack, and Zero hoodie. As you got your coats from coat check and left the club, you could sense the curious glances of onlookers and fellow strangers. It was mainly men, but you tried to ignore it, and Lexi was completely oblivious as you made your way out into the cold night air.

Soon in the car, Gator turned on some Metallica, and you made your way to Lexi’s as you sat in the back seat with her, the tension palpable. Being this close to her was electric, your senses heightening as you could smell her lavender body scent. The drive continued in silence for a bit until Lexi spoke up, and Gator lowered the volume on the metal music.

“So what are you two looking for?”

“Whatever we can get. If we can have a connection, y’know?” Gator answered her in his Minnesotan accent and looking through the rearview mirror.

“Sounds good. But do you agree with him, Y/N?”

Her brown eyes gazed deeply into yours as she boldly reached out to link your fingers with hers. You gulped as you smiled at her.

“I just want to find the right person to join us. I mean, all Gator and I have done before was add other women to our relationship, with me getting one-night stands with them and him watching. We were wanting a bit more, if possible,” you admitted with what you hoped sounded genuine honesty to her because it was the truth.

“Good answer. I am down for pretty much whatever. I usually get clients who want a lot of things, but one-night stands mainly. I’m fine either way. Uh, Gator, my house is next street over with Nightmare Before Christmas ornaments decorating the lawn and front porch. Bat mail box too.”

Gator smiled upon hearing this and gave her a wink. As he pulled onto her street, he noticed the house in question and pulled into the driveway, parking and cutting the engine. Getting out, he opened the back door, helping you out, and then Lexi. Walking to her front porch, you got a bit nervous, but you were excited.

“Well, make yourselves at home. It's not much, but it's my place. No roommates. Either of you want anything to drink?”

“Cider, please.”

Gator seconded that. Lexi got the ciders and soon returned. Sitting on her massive couch, you looked around the living room and at all the Halloween decor she had. It was great, especially the leather Halloween pillows that matched the black spider and spiderweb print designed couch. As you drank your water sitting in the middle of Lexi and Gator, she reached forward to the coffee table to set her drink down and lit up incense.

“Thanks for having us over. It was nice of you. The snow is coming down again, it seems like,” you mentioned as you looked out her nearby window.

Lexi nodded, and Gator set his drink down, his hand clenching your thigh.

“You should stay the night, I mean, if you want to.”

“Perfect. We always keep extra sets of clothes in the car,” you responded with sincerity as Lexi’s leg rubbed against yours.

“Nice tattoos you have, which one is your favorite?” Gator inquired with eyes full of curiosity.

Lexi’s hand brushes over her skull with the rose on the side of her neck, then the black roses on her upper chest.

“Oh, I see. Nice. Mind if I vape inside?”

“That's fine.”

Gator took out his vape and took a drag as you sighed. You wished he would stop vaping already and cut out all types of smoking. Pocketing his vape, he leaned in to kiss your cheek. Finally putting your water down on a coaster on the coffee table, you giggled softly and reached for Lexi’s hand, lacing your fingers with hers.

“Maybe you want to see my room.”

You brightened at this. You nodded, and he got up and walked to her door.

“Going to get our overnight bag, but I’ll be right back.”

“Just lock the door once you get inside,” Lexi urged.

Gator nodded and left. Now alone, you got up with Lexi and walked to her room. There was lots of Halloween decor and skulls, especially along with faux black roses. Her bed was huge with the silk red sheets and matching pillow cases beckoning you over to her sleeping corridors. There was band paraphernalia in her room along with vintage leather-bound horror books. A vanity with makeup and a vinyl record player and tons of heavy metal records, not to mention her massive closet with tons of black clothing, heaps of lingerie, and a lot of pairs of platform boots and high heels.

“I love your room.”

“Thanks. I spent a lot of time on decorating it, and having a King bed with no one to share it with should be a crime.”

She sighed and jumped onto her bed, getting comfortable on it, and beckoned you over. Just then, Gator came back in wolf-whistling.

“Nice room you have here,” he mentioned as he put down the bag on her chair near her vanity.

“Lexi was just telling me about being lonely. Let's cheer her up, Gator.”

He sits down, smirking.

“Wait, did I miss something while I was gone?” He asked, furrowing his brow.

“I just hate being alone in this big bed most of the time.”

“Well, tonight you won't have to be. Gator, get out a joint, let's smoke up.”

Her eyes widened at your suggestion and Gator had a shit eating smirk on his face. Getting out the joint and his skull lighter, he lit it up and reached out to you so you could try it first. You didn’t mind joints sometimes to take the edge off things.

“Thanks, Gator.”

You took a deep drag and breathed out, passing it to Lexi next. She took a deep inhale and even deeper exhale of it. Giggling as Gator came up to take it, you played with Lexi's hair, admiring her bangs. You kept passing the joint around, and once it was gone, you rested a bit. The next thing you knew, you and Lexi were making out, and Gator was watching in astonishment.

“Best show ever and best seat in the house.”

You laughed at this. Gator was quite a jokester. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, your top was off and so was Lexis as Gator watched with rapt fascination. He always loved seeing you getting intimate with another woman. It was much better than any porn he could ever watch. As you sucked her pierced nipple into your mouth she mewled. She was so responsive to your touch and mouth as you caressed and kneaded her other nipple. Getting her off was your mission tonight, and if Gator joined for once, that would be hot too, even though your main focus at the moment was her and her pleasure as well as your own.

“Oh fuck thats good now let me do that for you.”

Lexi true to her word began to suck your nipple into her mouth as you pulled her hair tugging on her ponytail. Noticing Gator again, you saw his bulge harden in his pants, and you licked your lips.

“Mmm I wanna taste your pussy Lexi,” you begged.

Gators eyes widened and he did his best to keep his hard cock tucked away in his pants. It was becoming too much for him, almost.

“Oh fuck yes. Gator will love this, won't you, Sheriff?” She asked with raised brows and the most adorable smile you had ever seen in your life.

“Fuck yes I will.”

You helped Lexi to remove her sweats and then her thong with your teeth, which seemed to drive her crazy. You spread her legs licking up her inner thighs and spreading her pussy lips. Gator got up and came up from behind you, removing your clothes and spreading your legs as his mouth got close to the clothed head of your thong panties.

“Mm Gator should eat your pussy while you eat mine,” she suggests lewdly.

Gator took this as a challenge, and you nodded in agreement.

“Fuck yes I would love that. Yes, please.”

Lexis mewls increased as you kitten licked her labia and then her clit making slow circles with your flattened tongue.

“Oh fuck your girlfriend can work her mouth perfectly! Thanks for sharing her!” Lexi teased sucking her thumb into her mouth and throwing her head back.

Gator started his assault on your pussy with two fingers spreading your lips open wide, making you gasp. Lexi was having the time of her life as she played with her nipple piercings and Gator lazily licked your outer pussy walls, getting them slick with his spit. As he spanked your ass, you groaned loudly into her pussy and licked her pussy faster, adding a finger into her slick heat to drive her even crazier.

“She's pretty special, isn’t she? My girl. Best girlfriend ever. My perfect slut,” Gator boasted before smacking each of your ass cheeks again.

This always satisfied him to see you squirming under him. He couldn't resist any longer and freed his cock from the confines of his camo pants and boxer briefs. As he stroked himself, he ate you out with more intensity and enthusiasm. The wet sounds of pussy licking and eating grew as you assaulted each other's senses with passion and vigor.

“Oh, fuck Gator, keep eating me like that!” You squealed into her pussy.

Grabbing the nearby bottle of oil on her night stand she squirted a generous portion on her pussy getting it slick. Perfect idea, you thought as you took the bottle from her and rubbed it on your pussy. Once Gator realized what you were doing, he whimpered. You loved to hear the noises he made for you. It was sexy.

“Oh shit, yes, like that. Rub my pussy and lick it!” Lexi cried out, being the loudest she had been the whole night so far, as you obeyed her commands.

You flicked your tongue on her clit pumping two fingers in and out at a steady pace building her up as Gator tongue fucked you and made you cry out into her pussy. One thing for certain was that you would never get tired of his tongue's ministrations and how expertly skilled he was with his oral skills.

“Oh yes, so perfect!” She praised you as your eyes locked with hers, and you bucked your hips, riding Gator's face harder and faster, which he always loved.

“Fuck you taste perfect, baby,” he boasted as his thick finger curled deep inside your pussy.

The next several minutes were full of orgasmic sounds and pussy eating. It was filled with so much infatuation, sexual tension, and so much delight. But now you want to put your idea into action. Something told you they would be down for it.

“Oh fuck, how about we switch Gator eats you and you eat my pussy?” You suggest a voice full of lust.

Until now, you never let Gator do this to service another woman. Mainly out of jealousy, but you were ready now to try it out. It would be so hot. Lexi was the right person as well, and nothing could convince you otherwise. You stopped pleasing her and kissed her deeply with your tongue.

“Sure, baby, if Lexi wants to.”

Gator stroked his cock some more, the pre-cum leaking from the tip of the head.

“I do. I want to taste your sweetness, Y/N.”

Kissing Gator so he could get a taste of Lexi, you bit his lips with passion, and his tongue found its way into your mouth so you could taste yourself, too. Switching positions with Lexi, you straddled her face and turned in Gator's direction as he placed himself between her legs. He resumed stroking his cock as his tongue delved deep into her folds, spreading her wide open with two thick fingers.

“Oh fuck he's so good at this!” She whined as you lowered yourself down on her face.

Watching Gator as he ate her out, and he watched you, you nearly smothered her as she grabbed your hips and put her tongue to work. She made slow and then faster circles on your clit as her perfectly manicured finger filled your pussy up. Seeing your pussy on her face muffling her screams made Gator stroke his cock even faster. It was like pure heaven to him.

“Yes, that's right, just like that, Lexi! Your mouth is perfect!” You squealed as she did slow and sensual strokes with her tongue curling and uncurling it keeping you in suspense of what she would do next.

“Shit, that is so hot seeing you eat my girlfriend out like that. Fuck!” Gator snarled.

His finger curled even deeper inside her walls, further getting you closer than ever to reaching your orgasmic peak. You could tell she thoroughly enjoyed what she was doing to you, and as your eyes locked with Gator’s, you knew he loved all of this. Gator had always loved giving a woman pleasure, and he was so eager to give all he could to satisfy you and give you everything you needed, especially the most intense orgasms. Right now, it was Lexi’s turn to experience that, and you trusted him fully.

“Gator, she does this so well. Oh, fuck!”

Your mewls and whimpers and loud whines as you bounced on her face and caressed your breasts, pinching your nipples, were practically enough to drive him over the edge. His hard, fast strokes were becoming unbearable for Gator because very soon, he knew he would bust. Lexi’s legs shook almost uncontrollably as Gator pleased her with his mouth the best he knew how and her cries were lost in translation in your pussy as she focused on the intense pleasure from his mouth and finger. You began to come undone, creaming Lexi’s face with your juices.

“Lexi, you’re making me cum! Fuck!”

“That's my girl!” Gator encouraged as your pretty moans grew even louder.

He was the most encouraging partner, and you loved him for that fact more than practically anything else. Sliding off her face you met her lips in a kiss and finger fucked her matching the rhythm of his tongue. Gator’s strokes on his cock became harder and faster as he got ready to explode. He couldn’t contain himself any longer.

“Fuck yes cum for us, Lexi cum for my boyfriend and me,” you pleaded commanding her to find her sweet release and flood his mouth with her sweet nectar.

“Wanna cum yes!” Lexi screamed as you fingered her harder and sucked one of her nipples into your mouth.

Moments later, she cried out, coming undone for you both. It was such a beautiful sight to see, and you loved her orgasm face.

“Fuck yes Gator! That was wonderful.”

She caught her breath coming down from her high as Gator stroked his cock near your mouth.

“Cum in my mouth Gator,” you begged.

Lexi nodded.

“Me too, Gator. Please.”

“Fuck yes, gonna cum so hard and fill your mouths.”

You and Lexi sat on your knees stroking his cock and kneading his balls cupping them as he stroked a few more times and finally unloaded in both your mouths.

“Fuck yes, perfect girls for me. Greedy too,” he praised you both as you swallowed his cum and shared a cum swapping kiss with Lexi.

Cuddling in bed with you in the middle, you felt a sense of calm and peace wash over you. No words were needed in that moment. Perhaps soon you could ask Lexi out on a proper date and treat her nicely, spoiling her just as Gator spoiled you. One thing was for certain- you knew Lexi was a keeper, and you hoped she would be in yours and Gator’s life for a long time to come.

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Chapter 4

Love Left Me Hollow- I’m with you in the end.

Gator has flashbacks of dreaming about his mom, Linda, and experiences night terrors. Roy shows up, and there's a confrontation. The reader gets threats from her stalker.

When Gator was young, his mom left him, or so he thought. As a teenager, and because of his mom's leaving, it scarred Gator. His father was a horrible son of a bitch and unkind. He was rotten to the core. Roy would always abuse women, not only Linda but his current wife, and had groomed his ex-wife, who luckily got away, named Dot, aka Dorothy. She was the one who endured some of the worst treatment from Roy.

Besides being a deadbeat and serial cheating abusive father, Roy was particularly rotten for his treatment of women, not just his ex-wife, but also Gator’s ex-girlfriends. The first time Roy attempted to come after you, there was hell to pay from Gator. They got into a shouting match, and fists were thrown. You loved Gator more than life itself, but it was so hard to be around him sometimes, with his unbearable father, with all the tension and fights.

But still you stayed, hoping things would change or that at least he would cut his father out of his life for good, but no such luck. Before you and Gator moved in together, you had to deal with Roy at times, and it was never pleasant. He had a forked tongue and a nasty demeanor, but in good times and bad, Gator loved him. When you finally got a place to call your own with Gator, you were just so happy to be farther away from him.

Cohabitating in peace and living with Gator in sin was so much better. You no longer had to sneak into his room to fuck him and be quiet. That was always the worst thing about him: still living at his childhood home with Roy. Gator was forlorn about his mom at times and blamed himself for her leaving. It was Roy, though, who drove her away.

Just when you thought things were getting better with the emails and calls stopping, all the threatening voicemails that had come from blocked calls, you truly believed it was the end. But then they started once again, and your nightmare began all over again. It made you feel sick, and even after changing your number, blocking email addresses, and IPs, nothing seemed to work.

One day, when you went to get the mail, you found a letter and a small package with no return addresses on either of them. Gator knew about it all now, and try as you might to put a stop to this and find out who had done it, you couldn’t figure it out. It felt so hopeless. Gator’s night terrors and vivid nightmares were already a cause of concern for you. Not opening the package yet, you waited for Gator to get home from work. When he arrived, he noticed you curled up on your side in your bed. Luckily, you had recently adopted a Rottweiler together and named it Lucy. She was your guard dog now, and you loved her.

“Baby, what's wrong?” He asked concerned.

“I got another threat, and this time a letter and a package. I haven’t opened either, though,” you told him forlorn.

“Show me where it is,” Gator demanded.

Gator kissed the top of your head and rubbed your temple with his thumb. Getting up, you led him to the dining room to said package and letter in the middle of the table. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he noticed them. It had dawned on him this was actually happening, the stalking was only getting worse.

“I’ll take care of it, baby, don’t worry.”

He held you as you curled your head into his chest, and he shushed you assuringly. The name on the package/letter was a name they had used in their emails as their signature and as their name on the voicemails they made. The voice was always muffled and covered with a voice changer, so you never heard their real voice.

“I don't want to know what it is if it's bad.”

Gator opened the letter first. Inside, there was what appeared to be a note. Unwrapping it slowly, he glanced at it and then showed you. All it said was, ‘Eye can see you and eye am watching you.’ Instead of I, it had one eye.

“What a prick. It's nothing I can’t take care of, though.”

Gator was armed, and you had the best alarm system money could buy for your place.

“Gator, they could be dangerous. What's in the package?” You asked worried.

“Don’t know. Feels light.”

Opening it slowly but with gloves on now Gator peeked inside. He revealed a series of pictures. Someone had been following both of you around. For quite some time now. The pictures were of your car and Gator at work. Pictures of you leaving the club with Lexi, and pictures of you and Gator at the supermarket. One thing for certain was that whoever it was, they would need to be exposed and caught. Once and for all.

“Fuck this isn’t good.”

Gator angrily threw the pictures onto the table and beat his fists on it. Seeing him so angry and worked up like this frustrated you. You wanted to do something about it, but this stalking was already taking its toll on you.

“I know, baby, but we need to be strong and stick together. Should we tell Lexi?” You asked concerned.

Enveloping you with a hug, Gator sighed deeply and shrugged his shoulders.

“Depends on what you think is best.”

“I don't know right now. Maybe we should just eat and go to bed early. Call it a day. It's getting late already,” you suggested sounding defeated.

“Sure, hun.”

Gator kissed you and held you, comforting you the best he knew how to.

“Thank you, baby.”

You had a nice dinner of pasta and then cozied up with Gator in your room by the fireplace after you had a shower together. You already had plans to see Lexi soon and go on a proper date together. It was going to be epic. After the night you shared with her the other day you were you knew that seeing her again and being able to hold and kiss her would make you feel so much better about the current state of things.

The next day, you woke Gator up in bed with a late breakfast in bed. Some scrambled eggs with spices and black pepper, coffee just the way he loved it, black with two sugars and a cream, and some veggie bacon along with chocolate chip pancakes, whipped cream, and pure Canadian maple syrup.

“Thanks, baby, this is nice.”

Leaning down, you kissed Gator, giving him a good view of your cleavage. He smiled upon seeing this and took the tray of food. You sat close next to him and drank your iced latte as he sipped on his coffee. Soon, you had eaten, and luckily, Gator was off duty for the day.

“I’d love to do massages today.”

“Sure, sweetheart. I’ll do you first.”

After breakfast, you rinsed off in the shower together quickly, then went to your room and got ready with the supplies for the massages. Gator got you positioned on the bed for him on your stomach and oiled you up.

“I love doing this, baby. You are so beautiful.”

He kissed down your back as he rubbed your shoulders and your arms, making sure to slather on the lavender lotion all over your upper body. You loved Gator’s massages; he truly knew how to work out your tight spots and kinks while always leaving you wanting more.

“That feels amazing, Gator, and it smells so good too. I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.” His sincere voice calmed you. Always hearing him say it back made your heart skip a beat.

Gator's hands felt perfect, and when he turned you over and massaged your breasts, it felt so sensual. Kissing you as he massaged your chest, you moaned into his mouth. Now, only wearing boxers, you loved feeling Gator’s bare chest against your skin. He took his time, and when he was done, he got on his stomach.

“I love massage time with you, baby. We need to do this with Lexi sometime soon, hopefully.”

“Yeah, we should. The other night was great. I loved how adventurous you’ve become. Lexi is pretty much a catch, isn’t she? I’m glad you introduced her to me.”

Gator loved that you were willing to share him with another woman, and he was, of course, most interested in making you happy and pleasing you.

“I mean our pussy eating party was pretty great right? But don't worry, daddy, because next time I’ll make sure you get off too.”

You poured oil all over Gator’s back and then put lotion on him. His skin was so smooth and supple. Truly, he had some of the most beautiful skin you had ever touched.

“Just watching you eat pussy is good enough for me,” he responded licking his lips.

You left kisses across his back as your hands moved up and down his body. His groans and sounds of satisfaction as you rubbed your breasts against his chest just said it all. Your life with Gator felt so magical at times, but knowing someone was after you made you feel worried, and there was no one to turn to, really, except each other.

Once the massages were done, you lay next to Gator, just relaxing. You drifted off at some point, and the next thing you knew, Gator was tossing and turning and saying his mother's name. Gator was dreaming again and having vivid visuals of his mother and him when he was younger, before she left.

“Gator, wake up. Wake up, please!”

He continued to toss and turn another few moments before he got startled out of his reverie. Sitting up, he gasped heavily, clutching his chest with sweat beading on his forehead.

“I had a dream. It was very vivid. About my mother.”

“About Linda? Tell me about it, baby,” you asked him, consoling him as you hold him close to you.

“I’ll be fine. I just miss her, is all.”

What you knew about Gator’s mother was that she left him when he was very young, as a preteen/teenager. When she left, she never came back, or at least that's what Roy told Gator. And he confided in his father to the point that he even believed him. But for all he knew, his dad could be lying to him, and you would put nothing past Roy at this point.

“I know you do, baby. I know she would be proud of you. Would she like me? What would she think about us being together with other women like Lexi?” You asked out of pure curiosity.

“I know, baby, and I know she would love you. Love you just as much as I do. She would just want me to be happy. She would support me and my bisexual girlfriend and us being happy with another woman.”

You cupped his jaw and stared deeply into his eyes. He made you so happy.

“I know she cared so much about you, Gator. Just be happy and live like she would want you to.”

“Can we make Linda’s favorite meal and dessert today, maybe to commemorate her? I mean it's my favorite too.”

You remembered and knew exactly what he was talking about. Knew how much he loved his mama’s cooking and sweets. They both had a sweet tooth.

“I remember. Her special recipe of vegetable meatball stew and cornbread muffins, topped with hot honey. And for dessert, strawberry rhubarb pie.”

Gator smiled brightly, gleaming from cheek to cheek. He hugged you tightly, and you let his head rest against your chest.

“That's perfect, baby.”

About two hours later, the meal was ready, and you were eager to enjoy it together. Gator and you had given the final seasoning touch to the hearty and meaty stew, along with the secret ingredients in both the cornbread and the pie. Sitting down to eat, he sampled each food, intently chewing thoughtfully with his eyes closed.

“So, what's the verdict, Gator?”

“It's great, sweetheart. Just like she always made it.”

Sometimes Gator missed his mama something awful. She was his favorite person, and he was hers. His name was something he was proud of because his mama gave it to him. His father's last name was his namesake to bear. Sometimes that was truly a thorn in Gator’s side, though.

Celebrating Mother's Day and especially his mom’s birthday, and even holidays, especially ones like Christmas and Thanksgiving, were difficult for him. Deep down, he knew his mother cared deeply about him, and some part of him wished he would see her again one day. You knew you weren’t a distraction for Gator, but you just couldn’t give him the same tender touch and loving only the way his mother could.

After finishing the food and dessert, you settled down for the rest of the day to play cards with Gator, marathon Scream, and have hot chocolate with roasted marshmallows by the fireplace. Once you had wound down for the night, you heard a knock on the door. Observing the security footage, you realized it was Roy. Great, what the hell could he possibly want now, you thought to yourself….

Gator furiously called his father on his phone, and Roy picked up quickly.

“What the hell, dad?!”

“Let me in, boy. If you know what's good for you!” He warned, threatening him with his tone.

“I don’t think so. You’ve been harassing me and my girlfriend.”

“Boy, have you gone deranged? I just need to talk to you alone.”

“No way. If you have something to say to me, then say it to my girlfriend too,” he replied firmly, standing his ground.

You were so proud of him, though. Finally, Gator was standing up to his father once and for all. You held on tightly to Gator for comfort.

“Look, Dad, we don't have time for this.”

“I’ll just tell you at the station tomorrow then.”

Roy stood around smoking for a bit, then took off.

“I can't believe him. For fucks sake!” You cried out.

Gator held you, comforting you.

“Don't worry, sweetheart, I’ll take care of it.”

The next day, Gator went off to work and stopped by his office before starting his shift. That day, he was set to patrol. Roy was already there, just having finished a smoking break.

“So I got a dog. If you even care.”

Roy looked at Gator with his eyes and expression unwavering and cold.

“Look, Gator. You need to wise up. Enough of this nonsense with your girlfriend. Going to the Tender Bar and picking up a whore,” he admonished him hands on his hips firmly standing his ground.

“Her name is Lexi and shes not a whore. You’ve been spying on me, haven't you, though? Leaving those threats in our mailbox box then showing up and pounding down our door at night.”

“I don't care who she is. And you better watch how you talk to me, boy. I heard from a little birdy that you were there. Now shut your damn mouth and have some respect for me. I’m not stalking you.”

Gator didn’t believe him.

“Whatever, Dad. You’ll get yours when the time is right,” he whispered under his breath with clenched fists.

Hopefully, for now at least, he had Roy under control. There was nothing that Gator wouldn’t do for you.

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LMK Incorrect Quotes 9#

May the pandemonium commence!

(MK sees Nezha stroking a fluffy critter.)

MK: Aaaaaawwww~ Can I pet it? Is that your cat?!

Nezha: 1. I cannot afford the time and attention  for pets. 2. This “cat” is a skunk. 

MK: O-o…….

MK: Uuuuuuuuhhhh, then why are you treating it like a cat? Wouldn’t it have sprayed you by now?!

Nezha: Spray me? Well I wouldn’t have to worry about that considering it attacked poor Red Son first. 

(Cue feral screaming from inside Nezha’s temple as he tries and fails to clean out the skunk spray.) 

Nezha: I have yet to receive my order of  “Godly Cleanliness” from Lao Tzu’s lab. Could you go check for me and I’ll pay you a couple of gold coins?

MK holding up his sketchbook: Can you pay me instead by telling the story of how Red Boy got bested by a skunk?!

Red Son who somehow overheard everything: CURSE YOU DAMN, NOODLE-OBSESSED, IDIOTIC PEASANT!!!

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(The gang is getting ready for a big party at Chang’e’s when-)

Mei: *FERAL SCREAMING*

MK: MEI!!! WHAT HAPPENED?!

Redson: WHO DARES TO LAY A HAND ON MY FUTURE BRIDE?!?! 

Nezha: What?

Redson: NOTHING!!!

Nezha: Suuuuuure. 

(Mei holds up a sparkly red dress with matching heels. It also comes with golden accessories and two hair bows of ruby and gold.)

Mei: MY MOM MUST HAVE SWITCHED THE AWESOME DRESS I CHOSE FOR MYSELF FOR THIS- DIVA CRAP!!!!

MK: Wait, wasn’t the dress you chose the black one with the cool flames and stuff?

Mei: Yes….. AND MY MOM MUST HAVE SAW IT AND GOT RID OF IT FOR THIS FUSSY ABOMINATION!!!!! I CANNOT AND WILL NOT GO IN THIS! 

Redson: Ahem. I may have a solution to your predicament, Dragon Horse Girl. *Eyes Nezha’s outfit that consist of black dress shoes, pink dress pants, a matching tuxedo jacket, and a white dress shirt minus a tie.*

Nezha: Uuuuuhh, what?!

Redson: Mei, would you rather wear Nezha’s outfit?

Mei: *Considers it carefully.* Heeeeeeyy, I never wore a suit before!! It might be fun! And I wouldn’t have to worry about a stupid tie right?!

Nezha: So I guess I forfeit my place tonight so Mei can go in a style she prefers. I’ll see you three tomorrow!

Redson: What?! NO! I’m suggesting you two just switch outfits!!

Nezha: …….WTF-

(A few hours later at Chang’e’s party.) 

Princess Iron Fan: HOT DAMN IS THAT NEZHA?!?!

DBK: *Chokes on his food from being utterly flabbergasted.*

Peach Maiden 1: Oh buck. The Third Lotus Prince IS bucking gorgeous tonight!!

Peach Maiden 2: Freaking fabulous!!

Peach Maiden 3: Oh no, I think I’m in love…

Queen Mother of the West: Oh my, what in the name of all that is holy is the divine beauty the lotus prince graced us with tonight?!

Pigsy: WHAT THE FREAKING, FLYING, FLIPPING, NOODLES?!?! 

Tang: He puts all of us mere ugly mortals to shame!! *Starts sobbing hysterically.*

Sandy: Wow…………

Chang’e totally snapping photos: OHMYGOSH HE’S FREAKING DARLING AND I WANT TO DRESS HIM UP WITH MY ENTIRE WARDROBE~

Totally not the celestial warriors collapsing from Nezha’s sheer ravishing looks lol: X-X…..

Macaque: …….Damn. I can’t laugh because the lil prince is too hot in that outfit.

Sun Wukong: WHO THE ACTUAL HECK MANAGED TO GET NEZHA OF ALL PEOPLE TO WEAR A DRESS?!?!

As for Nezha himself: Why do I have a feeling I’m going to be hounded by suitors for the rest of my eternity?…

Peng who snuck in: Oh, don’t worry about that precious jewel~ I’ll protect you~ (Has slided up to Nezha and cups his cheek.)

(On cue Erlang smashes into the predatory Peng and casts him into the deepest pits of the Underworld.)

Erlang Shen: GET YOUR FILTHY FEATHERS OFF OF MY BEAUTIFUL BABY BOY YOU BLASTED BASTARD!!!

Erlang Shen: Oh, by the way Lil Lotus, you look adorable as always~ *Hugs Nezha protectively.* 

Nezha glaring at Redson: And THIS is why I don’t normally wear dresses. 

Redson: Noted….

(Not MK and Mei being totally oblivious to everything as they have a food fight at the buffet table lol.)

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(Sandy hosts a tea therapy session complete with all his cats.)

Sandy: Now let’s all sit down and give ourselves a moment to talk about our feelings! 

Erlang Shen: Ok fine, I feel nothing. Like I do everyday. 

DBK: I feel as if the world should be rightfully mine…

Princess Iron Fan: I swear, I’m usually sick of everyone nowadays!! I can’t help but toss them back a couple thousand miles with my fan! 

Pigsy: UGH!!! I’M JUST TRYNG TO RUN A RESTAURANT AND PROVIDE FOR MY KID WITHOUT ALL THIS MONKEY KING CRAP OK?!?!

Tang: I feel so useless and worthless….

Redson & Nezha: Spare time for fleeting, fanciful feelings? Ha! Time is better spent being productive! 

Chang’e: I’M SO SORRY BABE THAT I ATE THAT STUPID PEACH!!!! *Cries over her long-lost love.*

Sun Wukong: I still hate sly, dark, and brooding over there.

Macaque: And I hate short, smelly, and sunny over there even more.

Sun Wukong: HEEEEEYYY! YOU TAKE THAT BACK!!! 

Mei: Is it bad I kind of want to set the world on fire?

DBK Family: *GASP* US TOO!!!

Everyone in the room: WITH ALL OF US IN IT?!?!

Erlang Shen: And this is why you don’t leave Heaven for a stupid steak sandwich. 

Princess Iron Fan: I beg your pardon?…

Erlang Shen: Your not stupid princess, however, marrying overcooked beef over there was the one time you did something stupid.

Princess Iron Fan ready to declare war: COME OVER AND SAY THAT AGAIN TO MY FACE YOU DAMN HALF-MUTT!!!!

Erlang Shen ready for war: With pleasure Mrs. Steak Sandwich~

(Cue fighting inside Sandy’s boat before Nezha has enough and nukes everyone with lotus petals that sedates everyone but himself.)

Nezha: Ugh, I’m surrounded by idiots. 

MK who totally came late: Uuuuuuhhh, did I miss anything?….

Nezha: Oh! Not at all MK! It’s just naptime. So how about you tell me how you feel?

MK: I feel sad.

Nezha: I feel sad too, MK. *Hugs MK to share comfort.*

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MK: Time for a picnic gang! I brought the noodles!

Redson: I brought the grill, prepared meat, and extra spices!

Nezha: I have the plates, utensils, napkins, bug spray, first aid kit, extra cash, spare containers for leftovers, emergency flares, sunscreen, enough water bottles and hats for everyone I hope. 

Bai He: I brought a picnic quilt my grandma helped me make! And some cookies we made this morning too!

Mei: I brought the grenades :3

All the kids but Mei: ……..

MK: And you brought those for-

Mei: To chuck them at biker gangs, duh!

Nezha: Young lady. You dispose those grenades this instant and get the coffee you were assigned to bring! Heaven knows I need it already…

Mei: UGH. Fine, mom! 

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Sandy: Do you like cats? *Currently covered in cats with Mo on top of his head.*

Erlang Shen: Uuuuuuhhh, I have a dog.

Sandy: Come on! Dogs can be cat people too! Just give them a chance!

Erlang Shen: Well in Xiaotian’s case I’m afraid-

(Xiaotian notices a calico cat among Sandy’s posse and begins to howl in agony.)

Xiaotian: ARRRRROOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Sandy: O-O!!!!

Mo & Cat Company: Meooooow?!?!

Erlang comforting his dog: Sssshhh, it’s ok boy. You see, my puppy boy made the mistake of falling for a calico cat. But she dumped him for some Siamese tom and my poor Xiao was heartbroken for years….

(Mo comes up to comfort Xiaotian.)

Mo in cat speak: It’s not your fault, you deserved better buddy…

Sandy’s cats in cat speak: That calico was a b*tch…

Sandy’s calico cat in cat speak: I hope that wasn’t my two-timing ancestress on my dad’s side…. 

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Juno 🤰(everyone is aged up to 21+)

Mina held her phone high, dressed in a black, glittery slip dress with a pair of high heels and stockings. A big fur jacket over her arms due to the slightly cold Japan weather, “ootd for the Y/N CONCERT!” She squealed and showed off her outfit, pointing out each article of clothing and her chunky jewelry. She turned her phone to Kirishima to show off his outfit.

“Okay so my outfit is a jersey, longsleeve, jeans and my jordans.” Kirishima wore a random American football team jersey, a white long sleeve underneath, light blue jeans and black and gray Nike jordans. He had a couple necklaces stacked ontop of each other along with different bracelets on each wrists. “Oo okayy! I see you kiri.” 

She flipped her phone to Denki to show off his outfit, “okay okay, so, I got,” he pointed at his jacket, “a brown velvet jacket, white button up, black shirt underneath.” He showed off the clothing with poses inbetween, “some nicer pants and my doc martins.” He smiled and nodded. “OH! And my chain from Miss Mina herself.” He showed off the gold chain.

The phone twists to show Bakugo, “I have a gray shirt, black jeans and my Nike Cortez’s.” He said bluntly, his leather jacket folded over his arms as he crossed his arms. “Show your jewelry bro,” Mina groaned as he rolled his eyes. “I got three rings on, a bracelet, and my earrings.” He said sharply, “now get the phone out my face.”

“Alright last but not least sero!” She smiled and recorded the male. “Alright yall know I love me some y/n so I got to look good for her.” He held his hands up in defense, showing off his fresh haircut, styled in a slightly curly short mullet. His facial hair trimmed and looking fresh as well. “I’m wearing a beige velour  button up, white shirt, my light brown velour pants, my cross and my white cortez’s.” He smiled. 

“Alright see yall in a bit!” Mina waved at the phone before posting the video without edits made and tagging the four males. She put her phone away as the group made their way to the pit. 

Throughout the duration of the concert Mina would post videos with the boys singing along to the music, all of them besides Bakugo would attempt to do the choreography without hurting the people around them.  Finally y/n was dressed in her very sparkly golden yellow dress lined with silver. “Hi everyone, how’s the concert?” Y/n asked the crowd, getting back cheers and screams. She smiled, “you guys I seriously want to say thank you, this tour is so amazing, I’m meeting tons of new people. And I’m so eternally grateful for each and everyone of you. Especially because I get to look into a crowd every night and find my soulmate.” 

The crowd knew what was happening and cheered loudly, “oh my, my heart, girls, come quick.” She waved over her back up dancers. 

Mina started to record from the crowd as she wondered who was gonna be picked for the song. 

“Come look at this man,” Y/n uses her hands to block the harsh light coming from above, looking straight at sero. Her backup dancers squealing and shaking her  from side to side before the camera shows the rest of the crowd who she’s looking at. Sero notices it was him and very awkwardly raises his hand to say hi with a straight smile. All of a sudden red and blue lights along with a police siren starts blaring through the stadium. 

Sero and the group started freaking out, sero immediately going to freaking out and blushing so he covered his face. Once he calmed down he put his hands down and y/n asked him, “what is your name?” He cupped his hands around his mouth and said loudly, “HANTA!” But y/n couldn’t hear him quite clearly so the boys and people around yelled his name to help. Mina was freaking out and recording sero the entire time. “Dude what the fuck!!”

“Hanta?” She asked in confirmation, once a nod was given, she smirked and said “Hanta~ you’re unfortunately under arrest for being too hot.” Sero covered his face while looking up, praying it wasn’t a dream and Denki shook him with excitement. “What are you doing later tonight?” Y/n asked him while tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I love you, like so much.” Sero said while looking at her almost crying and breaking down. “I love you too much that’s not what I’m asking.” Y/n joked as she smiled. Sero covered his eyes but his lips could be seen curling up as he almost cried. “Are you crying?!” Y/n asked in concern, “I love sensitive guys~”

Sero, Denki, and kiri all looked at each other and freaked out as they jumped slightly with joy. “Love when they’re in touch with their emotions. This is going well. You know what’s really going well? M-my clothes are just falling off of my body.” She said while looking at him as her long skirt fell to reveal a shorter one underneath and her signature silver platform high heeled boots. She stepped out of it and looked at Sero as the music started and her backup dancer handed her a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs. 

“Hanta, darling, would you be my Juno boy?” She squatted down, handed security the pink cuffs and smiled as Sero grabbed them and started cheering with Mina. “Oh my fucking god! Dude life is not real right now!” He screamed out, his hands clutching the cuffs tight.  

“This one’s for Hanta.” Y/n winked and blew him a kiss before waving bye and going up the stage. The song ‘Juno’ continued playing as she made eye contact with Hanta throughout the duration of it. Near the end of the song y/n sang out. 

“You make me wanna fall in love! Oh late at night I’m thinking bout you, Hanta, ah-ah~” she winked at him before singing again, “wanna try some freaky positions?”

She ran slightly to the end of the stage onto a large heart, laid on her stomach, turning to the left side slightly, her right leg bent to reveal the safety shorts underneath rocking her body back and forth slightly . “Have you ever tried this one?” She sang before finishing up the song and the concert all together. 

After the concert sero posted the cuffs and tagged her in the photo, y/n dming him immediately. 

‘But seriously what are you doing later tonight? 🤔’