#UTTERLY STUNNING OMG

[joffyworld]

OH MY GOD THAT IS ONE GOOD LOOKING FUCKING SPIDER

*sighs fondly* shamura .....

…yea

[drghostwrite]

Hello! I'm obsessed with Agatha too and I would like to request 1."Touch her and you're dead" and 7. "I need you to stay close to me."

Protective Agatha x reader is my weakness pleaseeee

omg yes… I would literally melt for protective Agatha… ughhh😫

p.s. I hope this is okay, I went with a angsty and fluffy version instead of the usual smut lol

Summary: what happens when your wife’s ex lover makes a grand appearance… Rio hears that Agatha has settled down, but when she arrives to find Agatha’s very pregnant wife, it’s not what she was expecting.

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x preg!wife!reader

Hold my hand

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The clock ticked past midnight, and the soft glow of your laptop screen blurred, pages of research scattered across your desk as a dull headache clawed at your temples. Between the strain of staring at your laptop screen and the relentless kicking of the baby growing inside you, focus was a distant memory. You leaned back in your chair, rubbing a hand over your swollen belly.

“Okay, little one,” you murmured, half-amused, half-exhausted. “You are your mothers child.”

A small smile tugged at your lips despite your discomfort… something about the fact that your baby was already showing stubborn determination felt poetic. With a sigh, you closed your laptop and the open books scattered across your desk.

It was time to call it a night.

The quiet of the house felt grounding as you made your way to the bedroom. The warm glow of a bedside lamp greeted you, and there, perched against the headboard, was your wife, Agatha.

She looked stunning, as always. Her dark hair fell in wild, natural waves, framing her sharp features in a way that made your heart flutter. The silk of her deep plum pajamas clung to her curves, the rich color enhancing her porcelain skin. One hand held a book while her other traced absentmindedly along the edge of the pages. She looked so serene, but when her eyes flicked up to meet yours, that familiar smirk curled her lips—knowing, teasing, and utterly irresistible.

“Finally decided to join me?” she drawled, closing her book and setting it aside. Her eyes roamed over you, lingering on the way you cradled your bump.

You slipped into bed beside her, letting out a soft groan as you tried to settle under the weight of your growing belly.

She reached over brushing a stray piece of hair out of your face, “What’s wrong?”

“Headache,” you murmured when her hand found its way to your hair, her fingers immediately raking through it with practiced ease.

“Come here,” she whispered softly, feeling as you shifted to lean into her more. Her other hand pressed gently into a pressure point at the base of your skull, and you couldn’t stop the contented sigh that escaped you as the pain began to ease. “There, better?”

“Much.” you sighed leaning into her touch.

“What would you do without me,” she teased, her lips quirking as she chuckled softly, “be completely helpless, my love?”

“Don’t start…” you huffed.

You rolled your eyes, too relaxed to protest, and leaned further into her touch. Just as you felt yourself starting to drift off, your baby decided to remind you of their presence with a strong kick.

“Oh, little one,” you groaned and shifted slightly, Agatha’s hand was warm as it came down to feel the kicks of your baby, “We get it, you’re feisty.”

Agatha’s laugh was soft and rich as her hand replaced yours, her fingers moving in soothing circles over your belly. “They take after their mother,” she teased, her voice low and affectionate.

“You’re not off the hook,” you mumbled. “You’re just as stubborn as I am.”

Another sharp kick and you groaned, your hand flying to your belly. “Seriously, do they ever stop?”

Agatha smirked, leaning down so her lips were mere inches from your belly. “Alright, my little love, settle down for your mama,” she brushed her lips over the taut fabric covering your belly, “your mama needs to rest.”

Almost immediately, the kicking softened, and your baby responded to her voice as if they were already under her spell.

You shook your head in disbelief. “I don’t know how you do that.”

“Magic,” she replied with a smug smirk, “and they know who’s in charge.” She leaned up to place a kiss to your temple.

The gentle soothing of her voice and the constant warmth of her body against yours lulled you into a peaceful sleep, your head tucked against her neck, her arms wrapped protectively around you.

But the peace didn’t last.

You woke in the dead of night, your senses prickling with unease. Agatha’s arms were still draped possessively over you, her breathing steady and soft as you tried getting closer to her, but something felt wrong. Carefully, you slipped out of bed, wrapping a robe around yourself as you padded downstairs.

You froze at the sight of a stranger standing in your living room. A tall woman with dark hair and matching dark eyes, she ran her fingers over the mantle above your fireplace, adorned with some decor and pictures of you and Agatha.

“Who the hell are you?” you demanded, your voice low but firm as you instinctively shielded your belly.

The woman turned, her lips curving into a predatory smile. “Rio Vidal,” she introduced herself, her tone dripping with mockery. “And you must be the reason Agatha’s been so quiet these days.”

“Rio… you and Agatha…” you started, hearing a name that your wife avoided saying at all costs.

“So you do know me,” her sadistic smile catching in the light, “I always thought Agatha kept me a secret.”

“What do you want?” your pressed a firm hand to where your baby kicked in response, you voice wavering at the thought of Agatha sleeping upstairs.

“Oh relax,” she started slowly moving towards you, “I was just curious. I heard Agatha had settled down… I never saw her as the marrying type and yet here you stand pregnant with her baby no less…” Rio’s gaze dipped to your belly, and her smile widened.

Her hand ghosted over your bump, and you instinctively stepped back, magic flaring at your fingertips.

“Don’t,” you warned.

But Rio only laughed, her dark energy crackling around her. “Oh, sweetheart, you’ve got some fight in you… nice to see you’re more than just a pretty face.”

She struck first, but you were quicker, deflecting her attack and sending a blast of energy that sent her skidding back.

“Oh I like you,” Rio’s smile turned feral. “Feisty and powerful. No wonder Agatha fell in love with you.”

Before she could strike again, your eyes flashed silver, your untamed power surging to the surface. But before you could unleash it, a low dangerous voice froze you both.

“Touch her and you’re dead.”

Agatha’s tone was lethal and laced with venom, when Rio turned, her smirk faltered under the weight of your wife’s glare.

Rio glanced at her, her smile turning coy. “Agatha,” she said, her voice dripping with mock affection. “It’s been a while. You didn’t tell me you’d moved on so… domestically.”

“This isn’t a game, Rio,” Agatha snapped, “Get out. Now.”

Rio’s eyes flicked back to you, and she smirked. “You always did love a challenge… nice to see you still have good taste.”

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Agatha growled, her magic flaring dangerously.

Rio held her hands up in mock surrender, stepping back. “Alright, alright. No need to get territorial.” She glanced at you one last time, her grin sharp. “Until next time, sweetheart.” With a flick of her wrist, she vanished into the shadows.

The moment she was gone, Agatha was at your side, her hands trembling slightly as they cupped your face and then moved to your belly. “Are you hurt? Is the baby…?”

“I’m fine, we’re fine…” you assured her, though your voice wavered.

Agatha’s jaw tightened, and she pulled you into her arms, holding you as if to reassure herself you were truly okay.

Later, back in bed, you curled against her, her hand resting protectively over your belly. “I can hold my own, you know,” you murmured.

“I know,” Agatha said softly, her voice thick with emotion. “But you’re mine, and I don’t take chances with what’s mine.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “You’re stuck with me, you know. I’m not going anywhere.”

Her voice cracked as she whispered, “I… I can’t lose you… I need you to stay close to me. Always.”

“You have my whole heart, Agatha,” you replied. “I’m not going anywhere, you have me... always.”

“I love you Y/N Harkness.” She said pressing a kiss to your head as she continued tracing patterns over your baby bump, reassuring herself that everything was okay.

“I love you to… Mrs. Agatha Harkness.” You said leaning further into her, placing a kiss to her neck before your forehead found the crook of her neck as you settled against her.

And as you settled back into bed, her arms wrapped tightly around you, you both knew there was no breaking the bond you shared… no matter what… or who tried.

[kanmom51]

Jikook came home

God, how I missed this.

How I miss them!!

Before getting into the whole JM post followed by the cute-flirty interaction that followed, I will take this opportunity in congratulating both JM and JK for their MAMA awards achievements.

JM winning Daesang fans choice of the year.🎉🎉

JK winning top 10 fans choice, best male artist and best dance performance (SNTY).🎉🎉

JM being the sweetheart that he is came to us with a lengthy post to thank Army for voting and receiving a Daesang.

There are a couple of nuanced differences in some of the translations, but all in all, they are pretty much on the same page.

The main difference I've seen is the translation of this part:

벙벙 벙벙 벙벙벙벙벙

Being it "dumbfounded" or "stunned" or "bemused".

I think this probably captures it best:

And then we had JK....

Who was most likely sitting there right by JM's side, the speed of their back and forth being one of the indications to that (we are talking within seconds here), not to mention patterns of past behaviour with those two.

Do we discuss for a second the Weverse translation of the discussion?

Like wtf? 🤣🤣

Ok, so the actual translation would be:

Insert the word of bemusement of your choice I guess, lol. But basically we have JM telling us he's stunned/dumbfounded and mainly happy and then that back and forth between those two right in front of our salads.

Oh, and can someone explain the @JK to me please? I mean, I get JM @JK -ing when posting his replies, but why the hell is JK @JK -ing when posting his replies to JM?🤣🤣

The way those two keep doing this shit (in such a good way, may I add) is just absolutely and utterly hilarious.

This whole exchange gives me these vibes:

And Idk why, but this interaction came straight to mind as well when I saw this back and forth between them...

Take those two and combine them and then picture that in mind with this back and forth going on:

Oh, and do I mention that obviously they had access to Internet, enough to have this back and forth between them, while both in the same place, and JK preferring to flirt in our faces with JM rather than post himself about his wins, which I can assure you he knew of. You know how it is when you don't want to take away from your boyfriend's thunder...

Maybe we'll hear from him later on maybe not, but this was about JM, his win, his moment, his post, his excitement.

And JK CANNOT miss out on a little teasing-flirtatious banter with his man, now can he?

Let's back track for one moment, because I do want to talk about JM inserting JK into his post. I do believe this is going to be a new standard/constant/reality. You know, the "me and JK"/ "JK and I" or "me and JM"/"JM and I". That very natural way of inserting one another in their interactions/conversations with us. Now, don't get me wrong, this is not a new thing what so ever. They have been doing this since forever. But I do think that it's going to become more of a constant and less of a "OMG, he mentioned JK/JM" moment for us. They have shown us for years, but more so over the past year, just how important they are to each other, but even more so, just how intertwined their lives are with one another. They literally could not even part ways to do their military service!! Choosing to spend those 18 months together, even if it meant having to endure much harsher conditions and a much more difficult service as a whole. All to be able to be together. With each other. What I'm saying is that I do think we will be getting so much more of "US" from those two.

Openly and proudly.

US.

One last thing, and again this is either Jikook coincidence or kismet or maybe not too much of a coincidence and more of a conscious decision, but JM's post yesterday, 23 Nov 2024, was posted on the year mark of Jikook leaving for their oh so very special and emotionally charged Japan trip, 23 Nov 2023.

💜💜💜

Coincidence or not, we got Jikook back then, and after radio silence from those two for such a long time, we got Jikook yesterday again!!!

[averycutesalamander]

thoughts about public woohoo with boothill? i feel like he'd be into it sometimes

public woohoo 😭😭😭 ur so funny omg

i think he matches your vibes on it? in the sense that when you're into it, he's SUPER into it, but when you're not, he's perfectly happy without it. he definitely doesn't shy away from risk, and he especially loves taking risks when you're involved.

i kinda think he's of two minds about it. on one hand, he absolutely has a possessive streak, so making everyone know you're "his" is super appealing to him. (on that note, pull out the ol' "i'm yours" on him, and he'll go crazy. like, hands and teeth and everything all over you kinda crazy.)

on the other hand, he's... well, pretty greedy about you. there's a line in DHCS that acknowledges this pretty directly...

He's nearly overwhelmed by the suffocating urge to kiss you; to bite marks into your delicate little throat; to bend you over this counter and have his way with you, onlookers be damned.

(Hm. Maybe not that last one – he’s far too greedy, far too possessive, to expose you to a room full of strangers. He’d much rather keep you all to himself; his to covet, his to adore, his to break.)

in regards to a scenario? well...

(read on ao3 if you'd prefer)

Boothill has decided that he absolutely hates this new contact.

First of all, she's cagey as fuck, and she constantly dances around the point. Secondly, she only ever communicates in the most obtuse code he's ever seen. Thirdly, she absolutely insists that, for his next lead, he has to find her at a masquerade to receive the information in person.

She's lucky that her intel is so damn valuable, or he'd have wrung her neck a hundred times over by now - and unloaded his revolver into her a few times for good measure.

He rants and raves to you for quite some time, venting his frustration as he swears up and down that he's never turning to her again once this whole affair is done. By the time he runs out of steam, he's slumped against your shoulder with his arms wrapped around you, utterly drained. You pet his hair soothingly, letting him cool off before quietly asking, "Is there anything I can do to help, honeybee?"

He's quiet for a long moment, before finally lifting his head to look at you, a peculiar look in his eye. "Well..." he's begins hesitantly, "would ya put me in an early grave if I asked ya to come with me, sweetpea?"

You laugh, shaking your head in open amusement. "I suppose I can spare you, just this once." You press a quick kiss to his forehead, your smile turning a bit mischievous. "Get me a dress and treat me to ice cream after, and I'll do whatever the hell you want."

The very next day, he brings you to a shop - pleasantly small with an obscenely well-crafted selection. You balk when you walk inside, immediately stunned by the space, because this isn't just for rich people, this is for rich people. The moment you turn to him to argue that this is way too nice, you find that he's already grinning and shaking his head.

"I don't give a hoot what ya say," he drawls, openly delighted. "What the fork else am I gonna burn all this IPC cash on, huh? Let me treat ya, sunshine."

And so, you end up getting the most extravagant article of clothing you've ever touched in your life, guided by an incredibly sweet attendant that doesn't even blink at your cluelessness. Boothill lingers in the dressing room, whistling obnoxiously every time you step out in a new dress; he practically faints (whether or not it's a joke is up for debate) when you walk out in a comfortably tight underbust corset, his eyes trailing lasciviously from the curve of your waist to the swell of your chest. (He thanks every higher power he can think of that his cock is kept in an internal compartment, because lord fucking knows he'd be so horny that he'd risk busting his jeans open.)

Once you settle on a dress and have it sent off to be tailored to your size, you keep him company while another attendant takes all of his measurements for a suit, fitting him into one to test how well the jacket hugs his waist. He grouches about how this doesn't fit his style at all, but shuts right up when he sees the look on your face. (Maybe wearing a suit won't be so bad if you keep staring at him like you want to eat him alive.)

In the following days, the date of the masquerade looms over you - and all the while, Boothill eyes you with a look you can't quite decipher.

Finally, it all comes to a head the day after you pick up your newly tailored outfits.

His eyes are dark when he holds up a remote-controlled vibrator - one that syncs to his neurochip, which lets him control it with a simple thought; there's an app as well, which would let you shut it off on your own if you ever got too overwhelmed. He tilts his head in question, and the gesture might've seemed innocent if not for the untamable hunger in his eyes.

If you decline, that's the end of it, and the entire masquerade passes without too much incident. Once business is done, you dance and chat, berating the event's selection of alcohol and quietly mocking the outfit choices of every aristocrat you see. If you accept, however...

The night of the masquerade arrives on your doorstep, heralded by the anticipation bubbling in your gut. The atmosphere is so taut that you both get ready in silence, but his hungry eyes tell you everything you need to know. He helps you into your dress, does your hair for you (he's shockingly good at it), and, if you'd like, paints your nails with his unfathomably steady hands. You help him with his tie, braid his hair neatly, and straighten out the relatively simple black, silver, and red mask on his face. And all the while, he stares at you like a wolf sizing up its prey - watching, prowling, waiting for the time to strike.

Finally, the time to leave arrives. You stare at each other for a long, tense moment before he finally rasps, "Back against the wall, doll. Spread your legs and lift your skirt for me, won't ya?"

Oh, you're already done for, and the night has only just begun.

He gets down on his knees in front of you, easing down your underwear with cold fingers. He's ready to prep you, but to his delight, you're already getting wet. He looks up at you with piercing eyes, grinning wickedly. "Filthy girl," he scolds without heat. "I haven't even touched ya, n' you're already soakin' your panties?"

You whimper when he grazes your folds with his fingers, openly admiring the way your slit trembles. "Can you blame me? You've been looking at me like you were gonna fuck me before we even left."

He laughs, dark and gritty. "Oh, you're barkin' up the wrong tree, cutie." Then, he lifts the toy, pressing it right against your entrance. "I'm gonna make you work for it first."

Without further preamble, he slowly, agonizingly eases it inside, and when it's fully seated, you have one end nestled right against your g-spot, and the other pressed tauntingly against your clit. For a moment, you think that's going to be the end of it for now - but then he eases it out ever-so-slightly, giving him just enough room to lap hungrily at your clit. You gasp and shake on your feet, clenching one hand in his hair so tight that he growls into your cunt. You throw your head back against the wall and moan all pretty for him, helpless as he circles your bud with his tongue.

He holds you there, just like that, subtly thrusting the toy against your g-spot, winding you tighter and tighter, and just when your breath hitches, just when your thighs start to tremble, just when you're about to tip over the edge-

He pulls away, sending you crashing back down to earth.

You whine in anguish as he settles the toy back inside you, sliding your panties back on like he'd never been there at all. He kisses your thigh tenderly in what might've seemed like sympathy if not for the devilish glint in his eye.

"Sorry, honey," he hums, not sorry at all, standing back up and licking your come from his lips. "Gonna have to wait."

(Oh, if only you knew.)

The ride over to the event is quiet and tense, but rather peaceful - until he starts testing out the vibrator, that is. He holds you in his lap and wraps his unrelenting arms around you, which might've looked sweet to the chauffeur, but you know better. You keep your jaw clenched tightly, trying to get yourself into the practice of stifling all of your noises and reactions - but he seems to take that as a challenge, because he hikes the intensity higher and higher until you're trembling like a leaf against him, your fingers wound in his suit jacket. And just when it nearly overwhelms you, just when you think you might reach your peak, he lowers it back down to a subtle hum.

And then you arrive to the masquerade, and the true depth of what you've signed yourself up for hits you full force.

He lingers with you for a time, keeping the vibrator rather low, even turning it off on occasion. He grants you the small mercy of adjusting to the crowd in relative peace, but you're already so wound up that it doesn't do that much good. Eventually, he kisses you sweetly on the lips and murmurs, "Gotta go take care of some business, sweetpea. You gonna be alright?"

It's a genuine question, so you answer genuinely. "As long as you don't torture me the whole time you're gone."

When he smiles, you feel like you've just stepped into a trap. "Of course, baby. I'll be back in a jiffy."

He's nice enough to let you get situated in a quiet corner with a drink before he starts fucking with you. To his credit, he sticks to his word...

But only to the letter, and not to the spirit.

He torments you for most of the time he's gone, but not quite all of it. For the most part, he sticks to the lower settings; you seek him out through the crowd, and he meets your gaze across the ballroom while he speaks to someone you don't recognize, his eyes glittering with promise. You thank every Aeon you can think of that no one tries to talk to you while he's gone, because he won't stop randomly spiking the intensity, higher and higher until your fingers are quivering around the stem of your glass - then he drops it right back down, leaving you stewing in a mix of grief and relief.

You completely lose track of time, your eyes going distant and hazy as you put all of your focus into keeping yourself together. He scares the hell out of you when he finally returns, looping one arm around your shoulders and leaning close to your ear, purring, "Hey there, sugar. Is somethin' wrong? You're lookin' a lil' faint."

The look you give him is positively murderous, but he just laughs right in your face. Then, with mischief in his eyes, he invites you to a dance - and how could you ever say no to a face like that?

He might find the music stale - nothing will ever beat the music from back home - but it's all worth it to watch you squirm. Just before the first song begins, he leans right next to your ear and whispers, "Count how many times ya come, and how many times I deny ya. You can do that, can't ya, princess?"

When you hesitantly nod, his smile turns lethal, sharp enough to cut both ways.

(What he doesn't tell you is that you aren't going to come at all. Only he gets to see you like that. Only he gets to feel you tremble. Only he gets to hear all of the pathetic little noises that spill from your lips.)

He edges you the entire fucking time, and he keeps you on that dance floor for as long as you can stand it. Again and again, he builds you up, then breaks you down, guiding you seamlessly every time you stumble or trip, the toy jostling against your g-spot with every step. If you ever get too quiet for his liking, he turns up the vibrator until you can't help yourself. The little noises you make are lost to the crowd and the music, but not to his enhanced hearing. Get too loud, and he turns it back down until you pull yourself together - over and over and over, until your brain feels like liquid in your skull. Before long, you're leaning into his shoulder, using his body to shield the way your jaw drops whenever he brings you to the edge again.

And every single time, you whimper that ever-increasing number in his ear, and every single time, he purrs in delight and croons, "Good girl."

He murmurs filth into your ear the whole time, his breath washing over you as he describes in ruinous detail all of the things he's going to do to you later, all of the ways he's going to break you.

Eventually, he leans close and murmurs, "How wet are you, doll?" The timbre of his voice so close has shivers skittering up your spine. "Bet you're soaked by now."

Just to fuck with you, he hikes up the intensity of the vibrations right when you open your mouth to reply. You trip over your own feet, but he sweeps you along without batting an eye, somehow making your slip-up look natural.

When he finally turns it back down and you compose yourself, you grit out, "I was soaked before we even got here, you fucking basta- oh!"

He smiles with the most unconvincing mask of innocence the world has ever seen as he raises the intensity again, your backtalk dying in your throat. Then, as he lowers it to a more reasonable level, he turns his head to press a kiss to your temple to hide his wicked grin from any onlookers. "Poor baby," he croons, so demeaning that it has your walls shivering around the toy. "You drippin' down your legs yet, sugar? Bet it's smearin' all over your thighs."

You answer him with a pretty little whimper, and he can't help but chuckle, low and husky in your ear.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Once I'm through with you here, I'm gonna take ya somewhere nice n' quiet, and then I'll get down on my knees for ya," he rumbles. "I'll hold ya up against the wall and lick your thighs clean, 'til you're beggin' me to put my tongue in your pretty lil' hole, 'til you're beggin' me to suck on your clit."

On and on and on he goes, until you're so fucking drenched that the entirety of your inner thighs are slick with your wetness, until you're so desperate to come that you think you might fall to your knees and beg for it, audience be damned.

Just when you're about to tap out, right when you're about to cave and beg him for mercy, he sweeps you into a grand dip at the end of a song, and you're trying so hard to keep it together, and just when you think he's going to finally let you come-

The vibrator goes completely still.

When he finally pulls you up, he wraps a strong, possessive arm around your waist, guiding you off the dance floor with the poise and seriousness of a man on a mission. You're so out of it that you barely register when he sweeps you into a bathroom, but you certainly snap to attention when he wheels around and pins you flat to the door with his hands tight around your hips. The lighting casts his face so starkly in shadow that all you can see are the red pinpricks of his pupils.

Without saying a word, he cranks the vibrations to the maximum, and watches you fall apart.

You moan and whimper helplessly under his stare, and as your peak rapidly creeps up on you, you can't stop yourself from begging. You whine and beg and plead for him to let you come, completely shameless in your need.

"I've been good," you gasp, your throat closing as you race toward the edge yet again. "Please, please, please, bee. I've been good!"

He stares, utterly silent, pinning you with his unwavering gaze.

Your orgasm is so close you can fucking taste it, and your heart is pounding with anticipation, because you still don't know if he's going to let you come, if he's going to deny you again, if he's going to keep torturing you, if he's going to leave you stranded on this edge forever and ever and-

Oh- Oh, fuck, you can't take it- You can't-

You come so hard your vision goes white.

You can feel the pressure of his lips against yours, swallowing up the broken wail that escapes you, drinking it down, down, down as you spiral in the clutches of your orgasm. Your knees collapse from under you, but he supports your weight like it's nothing, keeping you pinned like a moth against the door. As you ride out the waves of your climax, your fingers wound tightly in his suit jacket, he gradually eases the vibrations lower and lower, coaxing you down; finally, you go completely boneless against him, fully trusting him to keep you upright, and he shuts off the toy entirely.

He holds you while you recover, petting your hip with his thumb, cradling you as you piece yourself back together.

"I think I just died," you mumble into his jacket, your mind still heavy with fog.

He chuckles softly, pressing his lips into your hair. "Well, I guess I'll have to revive ya," he murmurs as he pulls away, grasping you by the chin and forcing you to face him, and his voice is thick with gravel when he says, "because I'm not done yet."

You're not quite sure what expression crosses your face, but whatever it is, it makes him grin wickedly.

"How many times did I deny ya, princess?" he rumbles, as if he hadn't been counting alongside you the whole time.

You take a trembling breath, clearly needing a moment to piece your brain together. When you finally answer, your voice is as fragile as a breath of wind.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart. Didn't realize I'd done so many," he lies blatantly, smiling in a way that might've seemed apologetic if he weren't grinning like the cat that caught the canary.

Then, his hands trail slowly downward, and he kneels on the tile in front of you, gradually raising the hem of your skirt higher and higher. You instinctually take it from him with shaking fingers, hiking it up to expose yourself to him. Sure enough, you've completely soaked through your panties, and drops of your slick trail obscenely down your legs. Ever-so-slowly, he eases your panties downward, licking his lips at the sight of you.

"Lemme make it up to ya, baby," he murmurs, his eyes fixed shamelessly on your cunt. Then, he looks back up at you, his eyes dark and all-consuming. "I'll make ya come once for every time I cut ya off. Ain't I generous?"

He's going to kill you. He's going to eat the fucking soul out of you. He's going to break you apart until your mind is ground into dust.

He eases the toy out of you, and a heavy stand of your come stretches and snaps as he pulls it away. Without a moment of hesitation, he laves his tongue across it, moaning obscenely at your taste. You watch with an intoxicating mixture of awe and arousal as he cleans the vibrator end-to-end, licking up every drop until nothing remains; then, he tucks it nonchalantly into his pocket, utterly unbothered.

"Don't forget to count, doll." He grins up at you with too many teeth, leaning closer to your pussy. "And... make some noise for the folks outside, won't ya?"

@opheliaflavoredinstantnoodles @ikeagroceries @shadowstadium @theswashbucklingspy @cosmo112 @fxngtasy

[joffyworld]

GUH YESSSSSS YESSSSSS FUCK YEAH OH YEAHHHHHH

“It was easier when you were younger and didn’t understand it”

[chuluoyi]

CHUU I MAKE ALL HAIL EMPRESS FANART

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Congratulations for finishing series, chuu. Should appreciate to finish one because it's hard. I try to draw one shot manga for competition before and didn't submit because below my standard (2 july is deadline and give up on last day). You're great to finish it as you wish, chuu *´∨`* — 🍼

MILK NONNIE I’M SCREAMINGGG😭😭😭🩵

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omg thank you so much for drawing it!!!😭 i can’t believe you really did and it’s stunning!!🥺 milk nonnie, gosh you’re so talented and— i’m utterly speechless i don’t know what to say :’) wow, just wow… i really don’t think you should be discouraged at all!! whatever you draw, so long as you work hard on it, the result matters later— i wish you’ll enter more competitions in the future bc everyone deserves to know how talented you are!!🥺🫶🏻

[megistusdiary]

getting high for the first time w 2000s!arlecchino 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

you're the innocent type, you've never really been into anything too out of the ordinary, only having had alcohol a handful of times, let alone being drunk.

you're happy that way, until one of your friends drags you into the hot topic store, and you really aren't into it until you see the shop assistant. if the nonchalant look on her face didn't catch your attention enough, the striking features it was painted on most definitely did.

since then you've been taking any excuse to go back to the store and see her again, even buying items you don't want just so you can go back to return them.

eventually she strikes up a conversation with you, and you're too shocked to even work up a response, but somehow, you start to talk with her more, and slowly begin a friendship of sorts.

one day, you ask her "hey, can I get high with you, I've never done it before, so could you do it with me?"

at first, she was completely stunned, she never imagined someone so... so sweet, would be interested in doing that, but she couldn't deny she was flattered you trusted her to be your first time. she was also rather excited, she had had her eye on you for a while now, and seeing this side of you only made her all the more excited to think of what else she could be your first time for.

when it actually happens though, it's more than she ever imagined. your long lashes fluttering half lidded over your now reddened eyes, and that glossy look you're giving her. you're more touchy than you ever usually dare to be, and when you lean in, who is she to deny you?

in conclusion, I am completely and utterly feral. someone needs to call animal control 😭😭

YOU COOKED HELLO??? THIS IS SOMETHING I TOLD BUN ABOUT AND I WAS LIKE "imagine getting high with her" THEN THIS SHOWED UPPP

i like to think she'd take you back to her place, let you get comfy on her bed/couch and smoke with her

but... consider shotgunning!!!

her larger hands cradling the back of your head while she takes a long drag and then breathes the smoke into your mouth for you omg

lipstick is left on your lips and skin as she pulls away, and she wipes it messily with her thumb, only smearing it further

you get giggly and touchy when you're high, and who is she to deny you when you climb into her lap? when your hands slide up to her neck, holding her face and demanding another kiss full of smoke and tongue? how could she say no?

also, all arlecchinos in any universe come built in with a corruption kink, i don't make the rules.

she loveeees watching a good girl make bad decisions for her. 😚😚

[pablitogavii]

Best friends little sister Pt. 4

It was another EXHAUSTING week!! Faking it all in front of Pedri who really took a liking of Jacobo, Pablo who hated him more than any madridista and even my family who came into town for Ballon Dior..ugh fuck!

"How are you explaining your fake boyfriend why he's not your date tonight girl??" Masa teased cause she was the only one who knew the real truth..I was doing all this to get Pablo's reaction obviously!!! I turned the music up so nobody downstairs can hear it.

"He's technically a real boyfriend, you know that right???" I chuckle as she finished my makeup spraying some perfume onto my chest.

"Not the kind you let between your thighs!!!" she laughed loudly and I rolled my eyes looking in the mirror thinking of the last time I was intimate..it was with Pablo obviously..and it made my head spin..fuck I missed him!!!

"Shut up loca!!!" I push her and we both laugh dancing to the music until my mom called from downstairs wanting pictures..surely Pablo arrived too. I wondered what he might say when he sees me in this dress..it was looking stunningly perfect on my body.

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Ballon D'ior ready💗

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pedrisister: she's stunning 😍😍😍

ballond'ior: gorgeous ❤️

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gavi.pablo: omg he liked!!😳😳😳

jacobo_bru: mia bebaaa!!

gavi.y.n.cute: shut up she doesn't even like you!!

gaviragirls: she matching pablo's suit??🤔

gavibabyy: omg you're right!! pedri wears black and gavi blue 😳

I walked down the stairs in my high heels and Pablo stood there utterly mesmerized..he looked at every curve on my body smiling when he saw my blushed face..damn why was my heart racing so much!??

Just as I was about to step off the last stair, I almost fell but Pablo caught me saying "careful pequeñita" while Masa giggled excusing herself and leaving home. Damn did I really fall straight into his arms!?

After a few pictures and me freaking out every time Pablo's arm wrapped around my waist, did I walk with my mom to the kitchen while we waited for the limo.

"Princesita mia..your heart aches for that boy" she said and I thought she was talking about Jacobo telling her to stop teasing me but then she held my hand and I looked at her gaze towards Gavi. I gulped..was I too obvious?

"Mom, that's Pedri's best friend..and I'm with Jacobo" Isay as she raised up my chin caressing my soft cheek .

"Jacobo is a good boy..very kind..but it doesn't matter what this tells you.." she touched my temple and then rested her hand on my heart "if this doesn't agree.." and then they called my name to join them.

"I love you mama" you say and she smiles nodding and watching as you left with the two boys for the ceremony.

I were sitting between them the whole night feeling Pablo's stare on me most of the times. He was shamelessly looking like I still belonged to him..it pissed me off..but it also made me wet underneath my dress.

"How's Jacobo?" he whispered during a break when Pedri went to grab some water and I rolled my eyes clenching my jaw in annoyance. He's playing with me on purpose but I wasn't gonna let him win!!!

"He's absolutely fine, thank you for asking!" I sass but Pablo was only encouraged to move closer resting his chin on my shoulder and whispering into my ear. I froze from that familiar manly scent and his warm breath.

"I'm sure he's fine..but what about you nena??? I know how your beautiful dark eyes sparkle..when you're satisfied" he whispered the last part under his breath and I fought an urge to moan..damn he was good at this!!!

"Hmm I love looking into your eyes so much..but my favorite is the way they shine just as you're about to cum..holding onto me tightly and begging..papi please don't let me go..hmm and I wouldn't..I wouldn't let you go for anything in the world cielo" the more he talked the wetter I got slowly closing my eyes and enjoying myself. When I heard the last part, I sobered up..I moved away from him.

"But you did let me go..remember?" you say and he pouted about to reach for your hand but you pulled away.

"Cielo..." he said but my eyes were once again becoming sad...I need to stop playing with him...I just end up hurt every time.

"No! I need to use the bathroom!!!" you say getting up and passing Pedri as Pablo followed after you.

"Where are you guys going??? It's starting again soon!!!" he said but Pablo said he needed to use a bathroom really quickly...he couldn't handle you crying again!!!

I came out and someone grabbed me and glued me against the wall...I knew who it was...and I refused to look up into his eyes. I was so tired of all of this...I keep lying...and I just want him to let me go now!!!

"Please...don't touch me...let me go Pablo...stop playing with me finally!!!" I screamed not caring where I was and his hand covered my moth as he rested his forehead against mine.

"Do you really think I like this!!? Seeing you with that idiot when you're meant to be mine!!? You purposefully sitting on his lap when I'm there...but not even commenting on your pictures together!!! Stop doing this to me cielo...please" he whispered the last part removing his hand and holding my chin instead.

"What do you want!??" I say feeling his lips on my cheek as his hand moved down my dress into a slit on my thigh...I felt a shiver move down my spine...his touch felt so familiar, so right and I didn't have the strenght to stop him.

"You cielo...only you...fuck!!! You're drenched!!! Let me hear you moan my name one last time preciosa..I know how much I make you lose control..." he started massaging circles around your clothed clit and you moved closer whimpering into his ear until finally you weren't able to hold it any more.

"P..Pablo" you moaned throwing your head back but he caught it in his big hand before you could hit the wall smiling while kissing your forehead. You heard the audience applaud pulling away as you both rushed knowing you were just late to one of the most exclusive events in history!!!

When Pablo won something in me melted and tear left my eyes...despite everything I was so proud of him. The entire time he spoke he was looking straight at me smiling when he saw me crying happily.

While waiting for Pedri, Pablo took my hand and us two danced in the middle of the parking lot like two idiots laughing like it was the very first time we met...I missed this...missed him.

"Congrats on the award...i always knew you were amazing" I said afterwards and he stopped moving snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me closer.

"Please forgive me..I'll explain everything" he said looking straight into my eyes and I don't know why but I believed him...I wanted to believe him remembering my mom's words...Pablo is the only one my heart aches for.

There was no second guessing in what came next. I moved closer and kissed his lips as he held me tightly in his arms...this was right...this is where I belong!!!

After the event, you came back home never happier only to find Jacobo in your room with a grim expression on his face. Well, fuck!!!

pablogavi

Ballon D'ior Ceremony

Thank you for everything @ballondior ❤️❤️❤️

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pedri: congrats hermano! i swear she cried when you won 😂😂😂

y.n.gonzalez: I did not!!!

pablogavi: I saw you did pequeñita!!!

gavirafans: look at them!!!😍😍😍

gavi.pablo: it's clear she's happier with you !

gavithebest: say bye bye @jacobo_bru 😂😂😂

aurorapaezg: I love the dress 😍😍😍

y.n.gonzalez: thank you💗💗💗

"Jacobo, it's really late...and I am..." I couldn't even finish the sentence as he was already throwing a phone into my face.

"Tired!!? Sure you are! Hooking up with Pablo Gavi!!!" I almost choked when I saw what's on the screen. It was an older picture...but it was me and Pablo kissing behind the bleachers...it was after El Classico when I wore his shirt. What the fuck!!! Who took this picture!???

Pedri heard Jacobo from his room clenching his fists and rushing to Pablo's house. Never before did he doubt, but now he was aching for a fight if it was true!!!

"Where did you get this picture???" you ask but Jacobo was in no mood to explain grabbing his phone rather roughly.

"I should have known!!! I asked you if you ever had anything with Pablo Gavi and you lied to my face!!! It makes sense what people online are saying!!!" he was yelling and I trembled really wanting him to just leave at this point.

"He's my brother's best friend, so I couldn't say anything about it but we ended things when I got into a relationship with you" I said trying to defuse the situation.

"Some relationship this is! You won't even let me touch you!! And Pablo Gavi surely already did that!!!" he was starting to get closer and I didn't feel good about it...no I felt uncomfortable...nervous...scared.

Meanwhile, Pedri was banging on Pablo's door being met by half asleep Aurora asking if everything is alright. He rushed inside as Pablo came down the stairs in his pajamas and messy hair.

"We need to talk!" he said and Pablo led him upstairs into his room while his sister retreated back to sleep.

"What happened hermano???" Pablo asked as Pedri sat down running his hadn't nervously through his hair.

"Jacobo and Y/n are fighting...over you" he said and Pablo nodded being patient to see what made his friend came all the way over here...but more importantly he disliked that Pedri left you alone with that idiot!!!

"I'll only say this once Gavi, she's my sister...she's off limits" Pedri spoke calmly although Pablo could tell he was just ready to explode...this was not the right moment for truth...so he did only thing he could...he lied.

"I would never do anything to hurt you or Y/n hermano..." was all Pablo said hating himself internally although it was partially true. He never wanted to hurt Pedri but what he felt for me was undeniable...something he couldn't let go off even when he tried pushing me away.

"Bueno. I should go back then..." just as he said that his phone rang and I was on the other line crying.

"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch!!!" Pedri yelled telling Pablo what happened as they both went back seeing me crying in the corner of my room with a prominent bruise on my cheek.

"How did this happen hermana???" he asked while Pablo sat on the floor applying ice pack onto my cheek as I held his hand.

"He came closer and when I tried to push him off he pushed me and I fell and hit the nightstand...I just saw blood on my hand and called you" I explained crying in Pablo's arms while Pedri was ready to hunt Jacobo down in that moment.

My parents came back from their dinner and I begged Pedri to tell them while I get decent before coming down. He left and Pablo stayed helping me to the bathroom. WhenI was finally alone, I hugged him tightly crying into his chest while he held my head against him reassuring me that everything will be fine.

"I know about the picture Pablo..." I whisper looking up at his surprised eyes as we both knew this will sooner or later have to come out scared of the outcome.

[joffyworld]

WHAT THE HECK FRECKTHEHECK AHHHHHHH

,,My name is Brutus and My name means heavy”

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[luci4theminorannoyance]

I LOVE YOUR BLOG!!!! OMG!!!

How would Keegan and ramirez react when they heard that fem! Reader has a crush on them?

a/n: yay! Ramirez time!

Keegan:

-when he first gets told by the nosy recruits at his barrack he brushes it off, shrugging and getting back to his base work

-but the idea haunts him all night, and all day too, the gears in his mind turning

-a girl as stunning as you? Liking him? As if. Recruits love to lie and get him all worked up don’t they- now why would he ever believe that someone as… god, as utterly lovable as you, would love him? Nah

Ramirez:

-does he gets utterly bright red when one of the soldiers he was helping brings up how you like him? Yes.

-he is already day dreaming about the thought, he really is a lovesick puppy sometimes. He had so many ideas on things he could do to ask you out, but nothing seems good enough for you

-the idea though, is something he could think about till the end of time, so much so that whenever he looks at your pretty eyes he can feel a little shiver go up him

[zeezelweazel]

Chloe Kelly| New year, new me|

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Happy new year babes!

(I spend fuve hours on Pinterest trying to find that pic omg)

I'm almost at 1k followers and I have no idea what I should do about it 💀

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You and Chloe decided to spent the holidays with her family and even though it wasn't the first time you two spent the holidays together, somehow this time was special. You loved Chloe's family and they loved you. It was always fun spending time with them but especially during the holidays. Chloe's mom was an exceptional cook and every single dish on the table was to die for.

After everyone arrived the house was very busy. A flurry of kids screaming and chasing eachother around the house, the dogs barking and playing with eachother, different family members engaging in conversation.

You were sitting on the couch in Chloe's arms, the blonde running soft circles on your back while some other family members shared their childhood stories. After one of Chloe's cousins finished his story you turned your eyes to her father who was sitting comfortably on his armchair. You glanced up at your girlfriend and the blonde immediately recognised the mischievous swirl in your eyes. When you looked back to her father you grinned.

"Got any embarrassing stories about little Chloe?"

You heard the family laugh at your question and Chloe groaned, definitely not excited with the direction this conversation was headed to. You sat up excited and Chloe's cheeks flushed red as she pouted like a child. You resisted the urge to press kisses on her face, she looked absolutely adorable like this.

"Well there was that one time, when she..."

You listened to the older man in glee, absolutely delighted with the new blackmail material you were gathering. Chloe herself gave up on sulking about it halfway through the story. Instead the winger focused on you and how stunning you looked. Her chest was warm and her heart fluttered, there's nothing she loves more than seeing you be happy with her family. By the time her father had finished the utterly embarrassing story about her, it was almost time for the count down. The tv was on and the entire family was gathered in the living room where you waited patiently for the new year.

You chose to spent the last few moments of 2023 looking at your girlfriend's beautiful blue eyes. You caressed her face, slowly rubbing your thumb across her cheek, your heart skipping a beat when Chloe leaned into the gentle touch. She brought one of her hands up to your shoulders and the other to the back of your neck where she softly scratched your skin with her nails. You were lost in eachother, not taking notice of anything or anyone in the room.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too baby, more than anything."

What finally dragged you back to the present was the loud noise of everyone clapping their hands in rhythm with the big numbers on the screen. As you watched the time run out you were overwhelmed with the rush of memories of the previous year.

10

9

8

Chloe's bright laughter was the only thing that you could hear with the all that water in your ears. You shook your head trying to get the water out and the blonde inched closer still giggling, whipping the droplets from your eyelids so you can open your eyes. When you did you were met with her warm gaze, the sun illuminating her skin making her hair shine. She looked so beautiful, you felt butterflies dance in your stomach. You grabbed her waist and pulled her in for a soft but passionate kiss.

7

6

5

You looked up at the sky, thousands of snowflakes falling on the ground. Christmas was near and the holiday season made Manchester even prettier than it already is, the heavy snow painting everything white. Chloe's hand felt warm from where your hands were tightly interlinked. You were both quiet but it was a comforting silence, one that let you simply enjoy the moment. "I love you." The words left your lips before you could even think about it, but you didn't need to, her soft lips whisked every thought away.

4

3

2

Your eyes welled with tears of happiness, absolutely overwhelmed with emotions. You looked at the blonde, who was in a similar state and resisted the urge to laugh at how in tune you two were. Instead you grinned waiting for the big moment of the countdown.

1

The next second fireworks blew in the sky, cheers and laughter erupted in the room alongside a bunch of "happy new year!" but the only thing you could focus on was Chloe's lips, the slow push and pull of your lips moving in tandem against eachother. When you finally pulled back you were both slightly out of breath, eyes firmly locked together.

"Happy new year babe."

You smiled and pulled her in a hug softly kissing the top of her head.

"Happy new year, love."

It was all celebrations from there on, the children went to bed and the pets were too tired to keep playing around so only the adults of the family were left, drinking champagne and wine. You were in conversation with Chloe's mom until the blonde grabbed your arm suddenly. You turned to look at her surprised, only to find mischief looking back at you. You were about to open your mouth to question her when she voiced her own idea.

"Wanna hard launch?"

You and Chloe have been dating for years now but you've dine well to keep your relationship under wraps. Obviously there was baseless shipping from the fans but no one could actually say that you guys are together. Her question shocked you because Chloe herself is the reason why this relationship isn't public. The blonde hasn't come out publicly even though her inner circle knows. You're not sure if it's the alcohol talking, because you haven't had a conversation about announcing your relationship for quite a while. Your hesitation must've slipped into your expression because Chloe was frowning now.

"I mean if you don't want to-"

"I do! I just... I thought you weren't ready."

Chloe pulls you in a side hug and grins before shrugging her shoulders.

"It's a new year, time for change right?"

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yourinstagramuser happy new year to everyone, hopefully another happy year with my love @chloekelly

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chloekelly my love 🩵🥰

↑ yourinstagramuser babyyy 😍❤️

lauren_hemp so sweet

lj10 finallyyyy I've been waiting for this one

fan1 the hard launch??? Hello??

fan2 I knew I wasn't delusional 😭

fan3 look at my parents you guys, aren't they the cutest

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[icycoldninja]

Hello! I've been a fan of your posts for a while and I'm very impressed by your ability to write in such a wide range of requests 😃

So, Vergil x reader who is very emotional and at the same time out of touch with their feelings, in a way that tears are a basic reaction to any kind of emotional situations. They try to act like a tough cookie, but then eventually pathetically break down. They can't explain to Vergil why they are crying, and are afraid that he wouldn't tolerate any kind of emotional situations from them. With a happy ending though.

That probably will be really short, but still thanks :)

OMG thank you 💜 I hope you enjoy!!

Emotional (Vergil x Reader angst/fluff)

Throughout your life, you'd always been emotionally detached, yet extremely emotional all at the same time. No matter what the situation was, if it was slightly saddening, you would cry. You'd turn your head to keep others from seeing your tears, and vehemently deny it if anyone asked questions, but the facts remained. You were a strange person in terms of reactions, but since you took great pains to keep this a secret, no one noticed; no one knew.

You were perfectly content to keep things that way, crying in private or covering your face with a book, your phone, or just turning away and pretending to do something else, but it seemed Fate wasn't having any of that. It decided that someone had to know your secret, and of course, that someone had to be your loving, but incredibly stern and cold boyfriend, Vergil.

He'd been away on a very long mission for 4 months and hadn't contacted you once during that time. You tried asking Dante and the others to see if they knew where he was and if he was alright, but no one knew where he went; all anyone could do was trust that he'd return. Despite their reassurances, you were worried sick. There were so many possibilities, none of them good. What if he'd been kidnapped? What if Mundus got him again? What if he was being tortured? What if? What if?

Once again, your reaction to this situation was to curl up on the bed and cry, silently, since no one was watching. You lay there like the lump of miserable flesh you were, tears streaming down your face and soaking the sheets. Then, as if summoned precisely for this moment, you heard the sounds of a portal being opened in the living room. You quickly tried to compose yourself, but no matter how hard you rub your face, you can't hide the redness in your eyes.

"Y/N?"

You heard him call out to you, footsteps heading towards the bedroom, where he presumed you would be. You sat up, trembling in anticipation, the stress and anxiety in your heart finally getting to you the moment Vergil set foot through the door. The first thing he saw was your flushed face, glassy gears streaming out of your bloodshot eyes and pouring down your cheeks, the small sniffling noises you made adding to your utterly defeated appearance. Vergil was used to you putting on a "tough cookie" act, not this. He'd never seen you cry before, and now that he was, he felt horrible.

"What's wrong, are you hurt?" He asked, stiffly walking over to you. You knew you shouldn't have done what you did next, but you did it anyway.

"I don't know!" You wailed, springing up from the bed and flinging yourself into his arms. Vergil was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what you wanted and returned the hug with enthusiasm.

"What is the matter?" He continued, "Did you perhaps grow lonely because of my absence?"

"I don't know," You repeated, sniffling and pulling away, furiously rubbing your eyes and biting down on your tongue to keep from crying any more. You did this because you thought Vergil wouldn't tolerate tears or any kind of weakness, especially if they were from you. To your surprise, Vergil snaked his large arms back around your waist and tugged you close, smushing your face into his chest.

"Shh, never mind, just stay here." He told you, running one hand up and down your back.

"You're not...mad at me?" You croaked, your face still buried in the wall of muscle that was his chest.

"Why would I be? What justifications do I have to be cross with you?"

"Cause...I'm crying...and...you don't want me to be...weak..."

"Your tears are not weakness." Vergil's words were shocking; you never expected him to say something like that. "They are the embodiment of your emotions, emotions that you are otherwise indifferent to. For anyone else, they would be signs of weakness, but not for you." Vergil glanced down at you with his rarely seen, truly warm smile, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Not for you, my dove. I could never be cross with you."

[satureja13]

Without any further incidents on the rest of their route, they finally landed the stolen borrowed shuttle on Batuu! The pledge in their negotiations for B.D's freedom. They chose a place a bit away from the housings in the woodlands, just to be safe.

And since there are only Batuu outfits allowed here, they also finally got rid of their pyjamas Star Trek uniforms! At least as long they are here ^^'

Sai wanted to head for the First Order's HQ right away - to start the negotiations about B.D's release and give the shuttle back - but Jack was begging him to let them take a tour first. Vlad and him had been dreaming of visiting Batuu for years and Ji Ho is also so exited to explore the venues of the 'Escape from Batuu' book.

It's also a good opportunity to survey the situation on the ground before they head to the First Order. The more they know about this place, the better.

First stop is Val and Jino's home. They'd lived here happily until Val had been recruited and Kylo Ren claimed Jino for himself... Jack: "It still looks like in the book! How is this possible?" Sai: "Of course it does. You found the book only last year and it looked quite new." Sai never believed this unbelievable story and denies Vlad and Ji Ho's meteorites have anything to do with this book and Val and Jino...

Even Kiyoshi is excited to be here ^^' He had to watch far to many Star Wars movies with Jack to remain unaffected :3

Jeb and Sai sat together and Jeb took it all in. Even though he isn't a Star Wars fan, he thinks it's truely stunning here. It's just his style: "It really is amazing here." Saiwa sighed. As grumpy and nervous as he is, he had to admit Jeb was right. And after all the troubles they had coming here, they deserved a little break. Jack: "Omg! There is Val's speeder workshop!"

Jack: "Gods - and this is the TIE Fighter Val and Jino escaped with!" Sai: "Isn't this also the TIE Fighter B.D had stolen so they could access the gas platform to find the vacuum bot for Lenny?" Jack: "A - ha! So you do pay attention! Awww - I knew you'd start to love it one day!" (Saiwa also had it's share watching Star Wars movies with Jack ^^') Saiwa huffed: "Of course I pay attention! It's part of our job to know this stuff - to rescue B.D! A picture of it had even been part of Albaleyh's presentation, remember?"

And so they happily continued their tour - utterly amazed.

Batuu is truely a sight to behold.

Ever since we started this stoery, I wanted the Boys visit Batuu :3

Outtakes

Sai is a secret fan, he even cried in front of Val and Jino's house.

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Mama Bear vs Sabotage King - (Captain Price Fic) (Multi- Shorts) Part 3

PART 1 is here (but you can still read this by itself) PART 2 is here

Possessive! John Price, Possessive! Price, Retired! John Price. Implied Big Boss in SpecGru! John Price, Boss!Price Boss in SpecGru! Price. OMG Evil Genius! John Price Diabolical! John Price

John Price x Y/N, John Price x Reader, Captain Price x You A/N: This story is a cheeky follow-up to “What Would You Take?” Conversation, where John hilariously declared he’d confiscate your skincare and makeup to keep you from leaving him. In this follow-up, he puts that plan into action—proving that when it comes to his love for you (and his possessive streak), John Price doesn’t just talk the talk; he absolutely walks the walk… or, in this case, hides the primer!

Summary: You (Y/N) had a simple plan: attend your godson’s christening and return for a date with your fiancé, John. But John, ever the cheeky and possessive sod, wasn’t about to let you leave him behind, looking like a goddess in your white dress while single blokes mingled around. Practicing his earlier declaration that he’d “nick your skincare and makeup so you couldn’t break-up/ divorce him, and leave him” John took it a step further—hiding your essentials and even a shoe. His antics escalated until you, thoroughly defeated, agreed to bring him along. Turns out, the rascal had already packed, smug as ever, proving that when it comes to you, John’s a master of sabotage… all in the name of love. ----------

The morning started peacefully enough. You woke up early, letting John sleep in, and made breakfast—crispy bacon, eggs, and toast, paired with freshly brewed coffee. You kissed him on the forehead when he finally shuffled out of bed, groggy, hair tousled, and plopped himself down at the dining table.

“Mornin’, love,” he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Morning, sunshine,” you teased, setting his plate in front of him before heading off to the bathroom to start your day.

Everything seemed fine at first. You showered, laid out your cream-white off-shoulder dress on the bed, and began your makeup routine. But as you reached for your serum, you frowned. It wasn’t in its usual spot. After a quick search, you found it shoved behind your toothbrush. Odd.

You moved on, only to realize your primer was missing too. After digging through the drawer, you found it hiding behind the perfumes. Annoyed but brushing it off as clumsiness, you continued—until you couldn’t find your eyeshadow brush. Or your hair cream. Or half of your other essentials.

“What in the world...?” you muttered, rifling through vanity drawers, frustration mounting.

By the time you reached for your earrings to complete your look, you discovered one was missing. And then, the final straw: one of your heels was gone.

You froze, processing the chaos, and then your eyes narrowed. Slowly, you turned toward the door.

John was there, leaning casually against the doorframe, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Jonathan Price,” you said, your voice dangerously low. “I know it’s you.”

He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Me? What could I possibly have to do with this?”

You pointed at him, jabbing the air accusingly. “You’ve hidden my things! My makeup, my earrings, my shoes—what are you playing at?!”

He grinned, utterly unrepentant. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, love. But maybe you don’t need all that. You look gorgeous as is.”

You groaned, throwing your hands in the air. “John! It’s not about needing it—it’s about wanting to feel put together for the christening!”

“Hmm,” he mused, crossing his arms. “Still not sure you need to be looking that stunning around a bunch of strangers. Or your mates.”

“Are you serious right now?” you spluttered. “This is about other people seeing me?”

He shrugged, stepping closer with that infuriatingly smug look. “Just looking out for you, sweetheart. Can’t have any blokes thinking they’ve got a shot.”

“Oh, for—” you started, but he cut you off with a quick kiss to your forehead, his chuckle rumbling against your skin.

“Shoes are in the closet,” he admitted, smirking. “Earrings... might’ve ended up under the couch. The rest? Well, consider it a treasure hunt.”

You glared at him, utterly exasperated. “John Price, I swear—”

But he was already walking away, laughing to himself as he grabbed his coffee. You threw your hands up in exasperation, glaring at John as he leaned smugly against the kitchen counter, coffee in hand. “Ok, fine!” you snapped, stomping one foot like a petulant child. “I’m taking you with me! Just please, please, tell me where the rest of my stuff is!”

John’s grin widened, and he set his mug down with excruciating slowness. “Alright,” he said sweetly, his tone dripping with mock innocence. He reached behind the counter and pulled out a duffel bag.

Your jaw dropped as he unzipped it, revealing the contents: your missing brush, your missing hair cream, and the perfume you’d decided to use today—all carefully packed. And then, to your utter disbelief, he pulled out his own suit, neatly folded and ready to go.

“Wait—what?! You packed clothes for yourself?!” you sputtered, pointing at the duffel like it had personally betrayed you.

“Of course,” he replied, utterly unfazed. “You said I wasn’t invited, but I figured you’d come around.”

You blinked, utterly dumbfounded. “You... you knew I’d give in?”

“‘Course I did,” he said smugly, zipping the bag back up. “You wouldn’t leave me behind. And I wasn’t about to let you look this stunning without me by your side.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “You’re impossible, Jonathan Price.”

“Impossibly charming,” he corrected, grabbing his coffee again.

Your mouth hung agape, eyes wide in disbelief, as the sheer audacity of this man hit you. How had you never noticed this level of cheek before?

He raised his coffee in a mock toast, never breaking his grin. “Now, love, let’s find that other earring. It’s underneath the couch.”

You stalked off to search, muttering under your breath, “You absolute wally...”

As you stalked off to search, muttering under your breath, John chuckled quietly to himself, clearly pleased with his genius scheme. You could practically hear him patting himself on the back for being the most infuriatingly lovable git on the planet. A/N: I might just make one more follow up for this multi-short event. LOL! But for now, I hope you enjoyed this one! Cheers!!

[trvbblemaker]

just saw the new mean girls!! (well, i saw it a little over an hour ago, but we went out after with our friends and my connection wasn’t working so i couldn’t post) it was so good, here’s a brief collection of my main thoughts!:

- ASHLEY PARK!!!

- Auliʻi Cravalho KILLED it and she’s absolutely stunning and her voice omg

- reneé rapp has such an incredibly powerful voice

- they all just utterly killed it

- mrs norbury and mr duvall romance is just gold

- i am mourning the loss of it roars, where do you belong/meet the plastics, fearless, and do this thing but regardless the music was amazing

- i’m in love with auli’i she’s so gorgeous

- this confirmed that kevin g rocks it in any form of mean girls

- ACTUAL REPRESENTATION OF JANIS AND DAMIEN’S SEXUALITIES!!!

- damien is a king btw he’s awesome

- i will pay whatever i have to to watch this movie over and over again

- every time i see any version of mean girls it makes me want to a) sing a ton and b) be the most girly feminine version of myself