Can’t Get Enough

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Bluebell bit her finger and giggled, “So’s kidnapping and armed robbery. Baby, stalking’s the least of my crimes.”

Putting her hands to her cheek in mock horror, she taunted, “You going to arrest little ol’ me, big boy?”

Wayne narrowed his eyes and scowled at Bell, scoffing and turning around to keep walking away from this crazy woman.

“Keep harassing me and I might.” He grumbles, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Of course, he couldn’t. He wasn’t a cop here after all.

He just hoped she would leave him alone before pissing him off too much or he might end up in the slammer too.

Her laughter filled the air, somewhere between a bell-like chiming and a cackle, “Oh honey! You’re precious, but that isn’t really a threat. Do you ever know how many times I’ve broken out of max?” she skipped to keep up with him, “They don’t even throw me in the woman’s jail, they learned that was stupid yeaaaars ago. It’s straight to the hole now.”

Without a care in the world she danced around the large man, “And even that can only keep me for like a week, tops. So really, baby boy, your all bark and no bite.”

Can’t Get Enough

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Biting her lip, Bluebell bounced back on her heels and gave the cop a sassy little wave, “”Hey there tall dark and brooding~”

Dressed as over the top as always, the blue woman was sporting glittering gold eyeshadow and an ombre lipstick fading from burgundy to gold. Her jacket was covered in spikes and she had a lightning bolt on the side of her skin tight leggings, her tight black tank top left little to the imagination and she leaned forward at the larger alien.

“Happy to see me?” she raised an eyebrow and she shimmied a hand over her hip and grabbed her crotch with a wink, “I know I’m happy to see you.”

Wayne glared, eyeing her up and down as she groped herself and shuddered, shaking his head and frowning deeper.

“ You’re the most disgusting chick i’ve ever met. So what? Were you following me? Stalking’s a crime you know.” Wayne had a feeling this woman didn’t care anyhow.

Bluebell bit her finger and giggled, “So’s kidnapping and armed robbery. Baby, stalking’s the least of my crimes.”

Putting her hands to her cheek in mock horror, she taunted, “You going to arrest little ol’ me, big boy?”

Can’t Get Enough

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|| @waynewoodridge-mcpd || liked for a starter with Bluebell ||

The man wasn’t hard to spot and once she had, Bluebell just HAD to go say hi. She practically skipped over to the large man, following him at a bit of a distance until he was in a more private area of the park. Doing a wolf whistle, she slapped his ass. 

Of course Wayne had to not be paying attention, lost in thought about a few things he wasn’t sure to bring up with Sheldon until he’d figured out a way to word it better.

Mostly to do with getting back home, and of course, his constant worry about the man when he skips off alone but also how much he didn’t actually want a big ass wedding. Wayne was afraid to tell Sheldon he didn’t want a massive celebration he just wanted… 

“Ugh.” Wayne sighed as he found himself in a quiet area of the park and sighed, about to search for a spot to sit down when someone wolf whistled at him and spanked his ass making Wayne jerk away from the contact with a startled yelp and spin around glaring.

“… You again!” He grumbles, taking a step back and frowning.

Biting her lip, Bluebell bounced back on her heels and gave the cop a sassy little wave, “”Hey there tall dark and brooding~”

Dressed as over the top as always, the blue woman was sporting glittering gold eyeshadow and an ombre lipstick fading from burgundy to gold. Her jacket was covered in spikes and she had a lightning bolt on the side of her skin tight leggings, her tight black tank top left little to the imagination and she leaned forward at the larger alien.

“Happy to see me?” she raised an eyebrow and she shimmied a hand over her hip and grabbed her crotch with a wink, “I know I’m happy to see you.”

Pre-established Relationship Meme – 💙 Complicated XD (((with Drago all its complicated.))

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“Okay no wait!” Bluebell waved her hands wildly in the air, bouncing on her toes, “What if, just picture this, a swarm of robotic bees in a sandstorm! In fucking MICHIGAN! Yeah?” she grinned widely as she bounced down on the couch, tossing a beer overhanded at the djinn, “Don’t tell me that wouldn’t be fucking sweet. The looks on their faces alone I tell you!”

Cackling with wild energy she could hardly sit still, spilling beer as she gestured with both hands. The young blue villainess was clad in a studded leather pants and a cute skull tank top, her makeup as over the to dramatic as it always was with severe winged eyeshadow and dark purple lips. 

Bell rolled her eyes and took a long drink from her beer, “Metrocity’s IN Michigan, duh. Did the booze go to your head already?”

She waved a hand wildly about at Drago questioning her about the bees, “Because people would expect scorpions, that’s why! It needs to be unexpected,” she stuck out her lower lip in a glower, “Fine beetles then. They at least still fly.”

“Hmmm, yeah. I can break out the metallic paints and they can be all jewel toned and shit. Ha! That’ll be gorgeous,” she flopped back over the armrest as she continued her rambling over future plottings for causing chaos for her amusement to the citizens of the city, “I should get Minion to design an outfit to go with it. The feather cowl just won’t mix with sand.”

-”And the Jar’ Ahar it’s in a mirror of water in the middle of the  Desert and nobody cares.” He rolled his eyes like if he could care about the names the people give to the mortal lands. -”Does it look like I could care?” he gestured and raised his eyebrows. No. honestly he doesn’t care.

-”I’m pretty sure people expect a storm of sand in the middle of the City too. It Storm Sand once a week. why would be that odd.” Drago chuckles, finding funny the concept.

the djinn raised a hand and gestured to her to slow down the shit about nerd talking. “Hey hey! I didn’t accept the beer to hear about your hobbies. You’re a criminal and I have some questions for you. “ Drago sips from his beer and leaned back against the back of the couch. -”Who are these guys of Doom…Doom syndicate? That weird thing people has been mentioning lately” Of course Alixon mentioned them, but he wants another point of view. A different perspective.

“Do you even know where we are? Did we move when I wasn’t looking? Otherwise, your confusing sand storms and snow storms,” Bluebell replied with a raised eyebrow. Taking another chug from her beer she waved her hand, “Yeah, yeah, mister one track mind.”

“Doom Syndicate is run by Psycho Delic. Tall ass purple guy with atrocious fashion sense. Looks like someone rolled him through a thrift store from the 80s. Mostly he sells drugs. Depending on which one you get it could be hard stuff or not. There’s a few running around? All the doubles and shit. One guy has some bitching clubs,” Bell laughed, “He has a whole crew of other super villains, but the roster changes based on who you get. Either way, they have the mistaken impression of their own power. It’s funny and I just like messing with them.”

Pardon My Hand – Bluebell

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Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.

Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.

They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.

Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.

“What the fuck, lady?!”

Wrapping an arm around Wayne’s arm protectively and to reassure his flustered mate, Sheldon raised a brow, “Backup? For what?”

Bell did a little shimmy, “Because little boy can’t handle all this,” she stuck out her tongue and waggled it suggestively at him, “Can you, pretty boy?”

“Oh sweet lord,” Sheldon groaned, she’d actually be gorgeous if she wasn’t so batshit insane. Actually, even that wasn’t necessarily a turn off in the right environment, but a public walkway was not it, “Turn down.”

Wayne just had to look when that tongue made an appearance and as soon as it waggled with that crazy look on the woman’s face, Wayne grabbed Sheldon’s hand and spun around.

“Right, we’re leaving. That’s enough. I’m done.”

Biting her lip and sniggering to herself, Bluebell waved to the departing pair, “Ciao-ciao, boys”