#i just gotta make his stupid chin bigger

[cybertron-after-dark]

Optimi

#im like so close to being able to semi consistently draw tfa optimus #i just gotta make his stupid chin bigger #first ever attempt at a g1 anything. let alone op #i keep making tfp op look skrunkled and stressed to hell and back and i dont know if i should keep doing it #bc on the one hand i know thats accurate to his mental state #but also he almost never shows it outwardly so its kind of rendered inaccurate #g1 #tfa #tfp #wayward sparks #fan continuity #maccadam #transformers #optimus prime

[upsidedownwithsteve]

[4.5K] Steve Harrington x fem!reader 18+

A/N: sorry, no advent blurb today as we’re v tired and v sick and writing doesn’t sound fun. but please have an old fic that was once on the masterlist

“This is a bad idea,” you whispered, shy, nervous, wanting to curl into yourself.

Steve stayed still behind you, your back to his chest, his legs bent and framing your own. His hand stroked over your knee, a safe distance, one that didn’t add too much pressure to the situation. The boy pressed a kiss to your cheek, nose nudging your temple. “We can stop, if you want.” His voice was quiet and filled with soft sincerity. “It’s okay.”

But you’d asked for this, face flushed, squirming on Steve’s bed sheets ‘cause how on earth did you go from watching Fast Times at Ridgemont High to talking about sex to telling your best friend you’d never had an orgasm?

“What?” He’d asked, face soft with shock. “What about those six months you dated that guy, whatshisface? Liam?”

“Lewis,” you’d corrected, fingers pulling uncomfortably at the blanket Steve kept at the end of his bed for you. “And no, he just couldn’t get me there, I guess. Maybe it was me. It’s gotta be me, I can’t even make it happen myself.”

Steve had paused at that, looking at you with parted lips and soft eyes ‘cause you looked so sad, so frustrated, defeat taking over from the embarrassment you’d felt in admitting such a thing.

“It’s not you,” he’d said, determined. “He should’ve taken his time with you or— or, found out what you liked.”

You huffed out a laugh at that, humourless and tired. You shrugged, hands falling into your lap. “How’s that fair when I don’t even know what I like myself?”

You don’t know what happened after that. Just that the movie was paused and the evening outside turned to night, Steve’s blue room turning navy in the shadows, the dull glow of his bedside lamp making your bare legs turn apricot and rosy in the light. His hand looked so big against your knee, like he could swallow you whole.

You asked him. Voice quiet, words making the boy’s cheeks turn pink. Asked him to help, to show you, to tell you what you were doing wrong which sounded so ridiculous, because Jesus Christ, it was your body, for fuck sake.

You sucked in a deep breath. “No, it’s fine. I’m just— being stupid. We can keep going.”

You felt Steve relax a little behind you, his body sinking into the pile of pillows at his headboard, your body falling into his in turn. His thumb drew circles on the side of your knee, a touch you’d felt before: during a horror movie in the dark of the cinema, in the front seat of his car when you cried about a boy who wasn’t him, when he’d argued with his dad and you piled yourself into his lap for comfort.

“Are you sure?” Steve whispered and his voice was right by your ear, lips almost touching the shell of it. It made you shiver, spine tingling. “And you’re not stupid. This, the way you feel. It’s not stupid, okay?”

You realised he was waiting for you to answer him, so you nodded, chest tight at his earnest words, always trying to make you feel better. He’d once told you when you were both only thirteen, that that was his job and he’d proven it true ever since.

“Yeah, m’sure.” You let your head rest against his, cheek to his chin, day old stubble rough against your skin. “Thanks, Steve.”

A silence swept over you both, not exactly uncomfortable but not an easy one either, not like it usually was. ‘Cause your skirt was hitched up high, the hem of it falling towards the tops of your thighs when you’d bent your knees and sat between Steve’s legs. He’d patted the space there and your body had burned, but you’d obeyed all the same. His thumb was still rubbing circles and your hands lay awkwardly in your lap until finally, finally, Steve took them in his own and placed them flat over your thighs, his bigger ones covering your fingers.

“So you’ve never, ever—?”

“No,” you whispered it back, like a dirty secret. Something to be ashamed about. “Can't even manage it myself… it’s— fuck, I don’t know.” You choked off your own words, heated embarrassment creeping up the back of your neck.

Steve squeezed your hands, gentle, soothing. “S’okay. Do you, uh, do you try? A lot?”

He sounded nervous too and suddenly you were thankful for this position, eyes hidden from each other, knowing his cheeks would be flushed, too pretty to look at. You sucked in a breath and nodded. “Sometimes, yeah. I guess. It’s just— I either get interrupted or it doesn’t feel right and then the times when it does, I just can’t… can’t. You know.”

“Finish?” Steve supplied helpfully.

You nodded again.

“Okay, uh, why don’t you— do you wanna, try? Show me?” You heard him swallow audibly, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat and you felt his jaw tense against your temple, where you were leaning against him.

You stiffened, and Steve felt that too, so he tangled his fingers between your own and used his thumb and yours to skim up and down your legs. You wondered if he noticed how warm you were, if he realised you were running so much hotter than before.

“It’s just me,” he whispered to you, head ducked tucked down so he words fell into the crook of your neck. He sounded so soft, familiar, like the sixteen year old who’d picked you up from your shitty first date and told you that the next boy that hurt you would have to deal with him. “Do you trust me?”

You licked your bottom lip, mouth dry but you made a noise of agreement. “Yeah, I trust you.” You felt his smile, felt the affection ripple through him and back into you, ‘cause you really, really did. More than anyone, you thought.

“We can stop whenever you want, alright?” Steve said and you bobbed your head, suddenly feeling clumsy, fingers too small between his own, legs splayed out like a broken down China doll. You dug your toes into the mattress and breathed out. “Show me.” Steve whispered again. “Show me what you do.”

It took a second, maybe five, for your heart to stop rattling against your chest, for your bones to stop vibrating. But you took one hand from Steve’s and pressed it between your thighs, hidden under your skirt. Your underwear was still very much on and you were unsure how to go about that, so you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to find your clit the best you could under the cotton, shifting your fingers over the fabric.

Then Steve tsked, a soft sound that didn’t come across as reprimanding as it should’ve, but between that and his hand catching yours again, you stopped, unsure.

“You normally just dive right in like that?” Steve murmured, rubbing his thumb over your knuckle. “Christ, you gotta be nicer to yourself, babe, you need to relax more.”

“I do?”

Steve laughed quietly, a huff of spearmint breath falling across your cheek and wasn’t unkind, it didn’t make you shrink like you thought it would’ve. “Well, yeah,” Steve answered. “You gotta warm yourself up, right? Get in the mood. Hasn’t anyone taken their time with you? Made you feel like, uh, like putty?”

“Putty?” Your lips kicked up at the corners, lashes fluttering as your eyes closed, happy to listen to Steve and the smile in his voice. He sounded shy, and it was lovely, it made you feel better, warmer, ready for what was happening.

“Yeah,” he huffed. “You know, all gooey n’shit. Nice. Relaxed.” Steve sucked in a breath and pressed your joined hands to your thigh, his so much wider and covering much more skin. “You’re real cute, babe, someone’s gotta treat you the same way.”

“No,” you shook your head, trying not to sound too sad about it, ‘cause Steve’s hand on your bare skin was starting to make you feel real nice, warm, just like he was describing. Except you were anything but relaxed, heartbeat a livewire racing through your bones, a new pulse thrumming, stomach jumping at each touch. “You think I’m cute?”

You weren’t sure why you asked that, but suddenly, you were desperate to know.

“You kiddin’?” Steve said and you could hear the smile there, the one you knew so well. He leaned in, chin hooked over your shoulder when he felt you settle back against him, body more lax than before. His lips brushed your cheek when he spoke. “You’re the cutest girl in town, d’you not know that?”

You squirmed, too pleased with his comment but embarrassed all the same. Steve always gave you too much attention but it was the way it had always been, a little flirting over the diner table, his hand on the small of your back when you walked through too big crowds, an offered cheek for you to kiss goodbye when he dropped you home after school.

“Shut up,” you whispered, voice thick and quiet and caught in your throat. You didn’t mean that. You didn’t want him to shut up at all. And Steve knew that.

“Now, if you’re the cutest thing in all of Hawkins,” he continued, emboldened by the way you tucked your head into the crook of his neck, letting your fingers go soft between his own. “Don’t you think you gotta be nice to yourself?”

Your breath stuttered and hitched in your chest and despite the nerves that still pinballed around in your stomach, your thighs dropped open a little, the hem of your skirt hitching higher still and Steve swallowed down a curse.

“I don’t think I know how.” It was embarrassing, admitting it, cheeks on fire, nose scrunched even though Steve couldn’t see.

His hands swept up your thighs, taking yours with them, stopping short of creeping under your skirt before retreating back down to your knees. “Like this,” the boy whispered. “See? Nice and sweet. Slow.”

You wanted to let your hands fall away, wanted to feel Steve’s rough fingertips and wide palms span over your skin but when you tried to pull away, Steve only tightened his grip. “Ah, ah, c’mon. You can’t learn if I do it for you.”

There was a whine stuck in your throat; a bratty, moody noise that you didn’t dare let out in fear of being teased by the boy for all of entirety but Steve seemed to sense your frustration anyway.

“C’mon, you got this.” Steve pressed a quick kiss to wherever he could reach, a warm smack of his lips against the skin under your ear, right by your jaw. “Relax, remember?”

So you did, letting out a small sigh before sinking back into him, legs widening and letting Steve drag your hands up and down your thighs, your skin erupting in goosebumps every time you felt a particularly rough graze of Steve’s short nails.

“What d’you think about?” He asked, voice hushed, almost hoarse. It sounded dirty, like a secret you weren’t supposed to tell anyone else about. “When you touch yourself? What d’you think about?”

You pressed your lips together and shrugged, a gasp wrenching out from you when Steve moved your hands inwards, to the softer dough of your thighs, creeping higher and higher until you felt the cotton and lace edge of your underwear against your fingertips.

“I dunno,” your voice didn’t sound like your own. “Someone else, I guess. Someone’s fingers, instead of my own. Being— being kissed and their, their mouth. Lips. Tongues.”

If Steve’s hips twitched up into your own, you were sure you’d imagined it. But he took a second before he answered, nodding so his nose pressed into your cheek, his hair fell over your own.

“S’good,” he agreed, praising you like any teacher would. “What about their mouth, huh? Where d’you want it?”

You squirmed, face on fire, teeth chewing something rotten at your poor bottom lip and when you didn’t answer, Steve took your hand and placed it over your cunt, the cotton there suddenly more damp than it was before. You wanted to throw yourself out the window. Or worse, at Steve.

“Here?” The boy suggested. He wasn’t really touching you, just his hand over your wrist and fingers, guiding, pressing slightly. “Has someone done that to you? Has someone put their mouth here?”

You shook your head, unable to stop the little whine that came out with it, disappointment colouring the sound. Steve tutted, cooing at you with sympathy and he let out a stuttered sigh when you took it upon yourself to press two fingers closer to your clit, seeking out some friction.

“That’s a real shame, you know that?” Steve’s hands left yours, only to grasp your waist and pull you back into him a little firmer and you’d be lying if you didn’t feel him, hard under his jeans, pressed into the bottom of your back.

It only made you press your fingers into yourself harder.

“It is?” You were breathless, each word a huff of air, face screwed up and eyes shut tight as you tried to work out where you wanted your fingers the most.

“Fuck, yeah it’s a shame, babe.” Steve whispered. “Told you, didn’t I? You’re the sweetest girl there is. And someone’s not tasted you? Not told how sweet you really are?” Steve blew out a breath, as if exasperated. “That’s just unfair.”

“Steve.” You weren't sure what you were whining your best friend's name for. For release? Permission? Guidance? All of the above, maybe.

But Steve seemed to know, ‘cause he nudged your hand closer to your cunt, coaxed you into running your fingers over your cotton covered folds. “Yeah?” He asked and his voice was hoarse, a little wrecked sounding. “Ready for more? Feelin’ good?”

You nodded, clumsy, breath coming out a little heavier than before.

Steve let one finger flirt with the edge of your underwear, along the lace trim where your cunt met your thigh and he snapped the elastic against you, feeling brave when you pressed back against him, like you couldn’t be close enough.

“Want these off?” You heard him swallow hard, sounding quieter than before. “Don’t have to, if you don’t want to. We can do whatever—”

You lifted your hips in answer, one hand holding onto Steve’s thigh for support as the other dragged down your underwear and your cheeks cringed with heat as you caught a glimpse of how wet the cotton was. You balled them into your fist, shoving them to the bottom of Steve’s bed and they lay there like a flashing neon sign, all lilac and buttercream coloured flowers, lacy and mortifying.

Your skirt still covered you, hiding a lot from Steve. But the boy could look over your shoulder and see the way your chest heaved, nipples pebbled underneath your T-shirt, the one you’d stolen from him freshman year and made into a crop top. You were all legs, soft thighs, socked feet digging into his duvet, skirt flirting dangerously with all that bare skin underneath. He tried not to rut up into you, but he knew you had to feel him by now, his hard cock pressed against your spine, twitching at every breathy noise you let out.

“What next?” You asked and you sounded desperate, more pent up than you’d ever felt before and you wondered if it was really because you were taking your time with it, if all these slow touches really worked. You wondered if it was Steve. “Should I just—?”

Your fingers dug into your thighs, sitting over your skin alone ‘cause Steve was gripping at his own knees, knuckles white on the denim. “Fuck,” his voice cracked. “Just, uh, do what feels good, yeah?”

You made a sound of protest, frustration spilling up and out of your throat because this is where it went wrong, fingers fumbling, unsure where to touch to be able to coax you over the edge.

“Hey, hey, s’alright,” Steve assured you, whispering again. “Give me your hand.”

You did, without hesitation, and together, with Steve’s fingers twisted between your own, he guided your touch underneath your skirt. You held your breath as you felt your own fingers - and the boy’s - slip between your folds, your legs parting automatically for him. You felt his breath hitch and fall over your cheek as you let out a tiny moan, urging him on, your fingers following his as he swept up and down your cunt, gathering up the slick there before pressing your middle finger to your clit.

“Yeah?” Steve asked and he sounded awed when you cried out, a soft grunt that made him see fucking God. “That good?”

You could barely speak. “Yeah,” you whispered on a breath, head lolling back to rest against his shoulder, giving Steve an unobstructed view down your front, to the way your hands could be seen between your thighs, skirt rucked up around them.

“Atta’ girl, keep doin’ that, okay?”

You did as you were told, adding your pointer finger to the mix, rubbing the two digits over your clit in soft circles, panting every time you felt Steve’s fingers slip between your own. Steve’s free hand was on your waist, a vice-like grip that you weren’t sure he was aware of, his palm on the strip of bare skin between your top and skirt. Every time you let out a shy noise, he squeezed, kneading at the dough there.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, jaw slack as he watched you work at yourself, never letting go of his hand and fuck, fuck, you were so wet, velvet heat under his touch.

“D’you use your fingers?” Steve asked you, lips against your cheek, both of you leaning into each other as if you were unable to help it. “Inside? Do you put your fingers inside yourself?”

Twenty minutes ago, you would’ve died if the boy had asked you such a thing, but now? Now? Now you whined at it, cunt clenching around nothing at the idea of it and you shook your head, temple rubbing against Steve’s cheek in a way that killed him with how fond it was.

“Not really,” you whispered to him, ‘cause even with his fingers slipping over your clit, you were still so shy. “Don’t feel big enough, never- shit - never full enough.”

Steve swore his eyes rolled back into his skull, ‘cause all he could see was white, a blank flash over his vision that felt white hot. He rubbed soothing at your waist, let his fingers span over the width of your side, blunt nails sliding over your ribs. “Poor girl,” he sympathised and he smiled when you whined as he pulled your fingers away. “Shh, gimme a minute, hey? Here, just, try this, huh?”

You didn’t get to ask what he was meaning before the fingers that had been rubbing over your slick skin were in his mouth, two digits pressed to his tongue and Steve sucked. He licked over the pads, most definitely tasting you and you felt his chest rumble with a groan he tried to keep in. And then, as quick as it happened, it was over.

Steve brought your spit slick fingers back between your thighs, nudging the tips of them against your entrance. You keened, hips arching off the bed a little until Steve soothed you back down against him, mouthing over your jaw and cheek in a touch that definitely couldn’t be misconstrued as a kiss.

You sighed as you slid them in, two fingers fucking into yourself as deep as you could manage, slipping in easily with how insanely turned on you were. You hooked them up, like all the articles in the magazines you hid from your parents told you to do, searching for that spot that would apparently make you see stars. But you fell short, fingers not long enough and your clit was aching with neglect.

“Steve,” you felt close to tears, the usual frustration bubbling at the surface of your chest, ready to pop and simmer over. You’d have normally given up by now. “Steve, s’not working.”

“Gotta be patient, babe,” Steve assured you, “gotta be nice to yourself, c’mon, don’t let your head take over.”

But Steve saw the tear that rolled down your cheek and he caught your chin, titling your face towards him as he frowned down at you. You looked wrecked, heartbroken and all pent up, lips red and slick from where you’d chewed at them, eyes all glassy.

He shouldn’t have asked. But he was already in too deep. What does it matter now, right?

Right?

“Want me to help?”

He waited, one second, two, three and then you nodded, relief and disbelief filling his chest all at once. He swallowed back a broken moan and tapped his thumb at your chin, just catching your pouting bottom lip. “You gotta tell me, please?”

“Please, Steve, please. I want you to touch me.”

He’d died. He was dead.

But then you were pulling at his wrist and guiding it back between your legs, your fingers slick from where they’d been inside of yourself and Steve wasn’t sure he was able to handle it. His middle finger nudged up against your entrance and Steve felt it flutter, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath and reminded himself that this was for you, not him.

He was rock fucking hard.

“Ready?” He asked in a last bid for confirmation. You were laying fully against him now, thighs pressed to his, skirt barely covering you and you nodded so furiously that Steve didn’t dare ask you to speak again. “Okay, I’ve got you, alright?”

His finger slid in so easily and you clenched around him, velvet heat that made his heart stutter and his cock kick up against your spine. You immediately felt the difference, the boy’s finger thicker and longer, already reaching parts of you that you’d never felt. You felt like you were going to burst.

“More?” Steve asked and his voice eas shot, eyes closing at the feel of you, your small hand wrapped around his wrist to ensure he wouldn’t stop and Steve wanted to tell you he’d never stop if you didn’t want him to, that he’d do this every fucking day if you’d let him. “Another?”

“Another,” you agreed and god, you weren’t holding back anymore, moans tumbling from your lips when Steve slid another finger in with his first, the feeling of your cunt tightening around him making you both cry out.

Your hips were shifting against him, listing yourself on and off of his fingers and he groaned, stuttered dirty, filthy words into your hair as he let you fuck yourself down onto his didgits. The friction was too much for him, his cock straining in the denim, weeping for release.

“Touch yourself, babe,” he managed to groan out, sighing at the sight of you doing what he told, hand flying to your thighs so you could rub messy, wet fingers over your clit. “That’s it, good girl. Jesus, are you close? I can feel you - fucking hell - I can feel you getting tighter.”

You mumbled something unintelligible, a sob ripping through your chest and Steve decided it wasn’t a good idea to ask, deciding that he needed to get you out of your own head so your body could take over.

“Do you like it when I talk to you?” He asked instead, a whisper against your ear, his breath warm on your neck, his fingers spanning upupup until they grazed the lace of your bra. You rutted against his hand harder, whining when he hit a deep spot inside of you, one that made your vision go blue-white. “You do, don’t you? My girl likes hearing dirty things, right? Like when I asked you if someone had went down on you? If you’d had someone’s tongue here?”

Steve slid his fingers in and out of you a little faster to get his point across, sweating when you moaned his name. His name. Your own fingers were moving with intent now; tight concise circles that were making your toes curl.

“Would you let me do that? Huh?” Steve dared to asked, grinning when you almost ripped the sleeve off his shirt as you grabbed at his arm, lips falling open in a long moan. “Shit, you look so damn pretty, you know that? I could do that for you though, if you wanted.” Steve’s eyes closed for just a second at the thought of it. “Could put my mouth on you, let you know if you’re really as sweet as you look—”

You seized up, body stiffening as you let out a noise Steve would never forget, a breathy moan of his name that he’d think about every time he fisted his own cock. He kept pumping his fingers into you, eyes wide as your own hand faltered and you shook, head slumping back against his shoulder as you decided to hold onto him instead, hands reaching back to grab at his shoulders, his neck, his hair.

Your pussy was a vice around his fingers, filthy, wet sounds filling his bedroom and he was pretty damn sure but he had to ask, he had to know—

“You comin’, babe? Yeah?” You nodded, frantic, eyes slammed shut and nose scrunched up all cute and Steve couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop it. “Fucking hell, oh shit, yeah, there you go, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it—”

He wasn’t even ashamed that he came in his jeans like a teenager, in fact, he was a little insane with it. White spots over his vision as his cock twitched and jumped, letting his hips grind against your ass as you whined, your cunt still fluttering around his fingers as he slowed down the way they pumped in and out of you. He heard you swear when he finally pulled them away, slick with your release, sliding them into his mouth as if hiding the evidence.

Your eyes finally met Steve’s when you turned and flopped onto the bed next to him, mattress shifting as you both panting, chests heaving. He turned to find you already staring, eyes wide and cheeks flushed the prettiest colour, almost matching his own.

“Holy fucking shit,” you managed on a gasp.

“Told you,” he managed to say, fighting to keep the smile of his lips.

“What?” You frowned at him, wondering what on earth he wanted to say to you after that. He still looked like your best friend, still sounded like him too. Maybe just a little more smug. “Told me what?”

Steve took the time to push his finger into his mouth once more, enjoying the way your face burned, lips falling open as you watched, unblinking. He let his tongue wrap around it, chasing what was left of your taste until he let it go with a dirty pop.

“Sweetest girl in this fucking town,” he said.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfic #Steve Harrington fanfiction #Steve Harrington oneshot

[prettyg1irlstears]

Can we pleaseee get more Rafe x shy!pillow princess reader🙏🙏🙏

absolutely yes!! i didn’t make her as shy because she was horny :((

“ray..” you mewl, leaning on your boyfriend’s chest as he’s laying on the bed, pouting like a baby. “please?”

“come on, baby, i’m js’ tryna watch a movie,” he chuckles, patting your head with an amused smile.

“but i’m horny,” you whisper, frowning and placing a sweet little kiss on his neck. you’re so worked up, all just by him massaging your thigh earlier. “please..”

“i’ll let you get yourself off on my cock, yeah?” he suggests, already undoing his belt.

“wait- no..” you pout even more, crossing your arms. “you know i can’t be on top.”

rafe only chuckles, stroking your hair. “well then you’ll be just wet and needy, i guess.”

“ray, please..” you whine, placing small kisses all over his neck. “pretty please.”

he lets out a small groan, tilting his head to give you better access of his neck. he always loved it when you begged. “shit, baby..”

“js’ so horny f’you, ray..” you whisper, tugging on his shirt. you kiss that one spot right behind his ear that you knew got him all worked up.

“fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” rafe breathes out and flips you over, now on top of you, mouth on yours.

“mm..” you whimper into the kiss, your hands undoing his belt. he moves his kisses to your neck, which only makes the wet spot in your panties bigger.

“so fucking needy for daddy’s cock..” rafe mumbles, taking off his jeans and boxers and moving your skirt up. “always so fucking needy.”

“daddy..” you mewl when he pushes your oanties aside, none of you bothered to take your other clothes off. “js’ need you..”

“yeah need me but can’t fucking ride me,” rafe mutters as he lines up with you. “gotta do all the work.”

you gasp and whimper when he finally pushes inside you, stretching your princess parts just enough to make you roll your eyes back. “daddy..”

“goddamn it, baby..” he groans, biting your neck as he stays still for a moment, just letting you cockwarm his monster cock with that tight little pussy of yours.

“mm.. sorry daddy..” you whisper and hide your face. rafe looks down at you, all confused.

“for what?” he asks, stroking your hair as he slowly starts moving. you bute your lip shyly, hands on your face.

“b-because— ah— because i can’t— ah— can’t ride you—“ you say quietly, interrupting yourself with sweet tiny moans.

rafe groans, your tiny moans making his cock twitch inside you. “oh baby.. look at me, yeah?” he takes your chin and gently tilts it up towards him, while still slowly thrusting into you.

“i’m the one who’s sorry, yeah?” he kisses you lips, slightly increasing the pace. he gently moves your hands away from your face and pinning then up above your head. “sorry f’ what i said. that was stupid, yeah?”

you nod shyly, cheeks red as he starts pounding into you, your legs wrapping around his waist as you let out the prettiest moans he has ever heard.

“fuck— can’t get enough of that sweet sounds of yours,” he whispers into your ear, kissing you beneath it.

“d-daddy.. gonna cum..” you mewl, hiding your face into his neck. his pounding gets even harder, your moans combining with his grunts and the sound of skin slapping against skin. “don’t stop..”

“nah,” he says, releasing your hands and moving your head back towards him by your chin. “want you to look at me. wanna see you all fucked out while you cum.”

“y-yes.. ray!!” you moan out, pussy clenching around his thick cock as you cum, his eyes piercing into yours.

“fucking hell, baby..” he groans, and you can feel his cock twitching inside you before his hot load spills inside you.

“my fucking girl..” he whispers, kissing your neck while you’re whimpering and taking his load. “you fucking perfect.”

idk if i like this or not :(( divider creds here

#rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe cameron smut #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #drew starkey #outerbanks rafe #rafe imagine #rafe x you #bf!rafe #blurbs𐙚 #prettyg1rlstears #pillow princess

[hitlikehammers]

stupid superpower

rating: teen tags: humor, brotherly ribbing, Dustin has a ✨stupid superpower✨, Dustin continues to have issues with his tone ✨for @slashify at my BIRTHDAY MONTH PROMPT FEST for the prompt: Character Has Powers (requested to be Dustin)

“Look, see!” Dustin points at the mat he’s laid out on the coffee table in Steve’s living room. “This is why Dart was so easy, it makes so much sense now.”

He turns to them with the biggest grin that’s getting a little less gummy by the week, now, but…he looks so proud, is the thing.

And it is painful. The pride. What it’s for.

The way they’re gonna have to probably dash it.

“I,” Steve squints at the setup, start to finish, empty cans framing the perimeter before he sighs: “I am not seeing anything, man.”

“No,” Dustin’s voice goes pitchy, really, he should have outgrown that by now, s’looking like it’s a permanent trait, yeesh; “look.”

And he points with such…some superiority, such imperiousness, like…okay, so maybe it’s the least painful of the list, when they have to dash all that pride. Kid’s gotta fucking learn some humility, man. Like, sooner rather than later.

“I told you I could communicate with them!” Dustin pulls off his cap and throws it to the couch, triumphant. Steve watches the mat for a few more seconds before he straights up, cocks his hip and crosses his arms.

“You’re telling me,” he says slowly; “that you talk to slugs.”

Because that…that certainly appears to be what the argument has been. They’d kinda thought Dustin has been joking, in previous passing mention. Eddie, at least, definitely thought he was just being an annoying little prick for how many times he asked if either of them felt particularly chiropteran, muttering about traits from interactions, close encounters, bites would obviously count.

Like, it was Dustin, if they took all the crap he said to heart, weighed it seriously, they’d never do anything else.

Like: ever.

“Interspecial gastropodic extracommunicational phenomena,” Dustin rattles off, a little defensive, if Eddie’s gonna be honest; and it wasn’t exactly called for. Steve just asked a question.

Eddie, on the other hand…

“So slugs and snails,” Eddie confirms, droll as fuck by intention, because Eddie is actually very aware of his tone in most situations, thank you very much; “the shell doesn’t deter you.”

“No, I think it’s the whole at least the whole class, maybe the whole phylum,” and he’s so excited, but, he’s also being a fucking know-it-all about it and there is a part of Eddie that doesn’t want to squash Dustin’s enthusiasm but the bigger part of Eddie, but fucking far, knows for a goddamn fact no one could possible squash Dustin’s enthusiasm, or self-confidence, like, Dustin would happily go toe-to-toe with like, Stephen fucking Hawking, and brag afterward that the intellectual stimulation was lacking.

So Eddie doesn’t actually feel bad about any of this and Dustin rambles on.

“But I think if I got my hands on a limpet, or an abalone—“

And when he looks up he must catch something, like he must be able to tell, to read something despite Eddie being very fucking careful to keep a helluva poker face right now—and Eddie’s kinda proud, because maybe the little shithead can be taught.

“You’re joking,” Dustin concludes, dry as fuck and with the audacity to sound…disappointed? Like in a how-could-you-be-so-juvenile-as-to-stoop-to-this-level kind of way which. Which.

“Not at all,” Eddie clutches his non-existent pearls in mock offense, and Dustin’s eyes just narrow.

“I was right.”

“Might not want to say that too loud, Dusty-Buns,” Eddie shoots right back and Steve coughs unconvincingly to cover a laugh and Eddie bites his bottom lip to stop his own smile, less because of Dustin’s reaction and more just because…Stevie. Being adorable.

Steve being his Stevie.

“Yeah, that feels like slander,” Steve adds in thoughtfully, stroking his chin and everything before he turns to Eddie, considering.

“Can you slander yourself, if you’re embarrassing enough?”

And oh, oh: Eddie adores it when his boyfriend’s bitchy side comes out. He adores it so much.

“‘Course you can, big boy,” Eddie can’t help himself as he leans over and pecks at Steve’s cheek; Dustin scowls at them and Eddie can’t help himself, so he licks up Steve’s cheek for the disgusted grown from Dustin and the half-assed shove from Steve that doesn’t move him further away at all.

“You’re just jealous that I have a superpower,” Dustin ultimately shoots back which: okay, Eddie knows he’s capable of better than that, he’s kind of disappointed, that was so weak.

“It’s a stupid superpower,” Steve points out, plain and simple and Eddie wants to clap his hands. He. Loves. His. Bitchy. Boyfriend.

So. Much.

“Or is it a superpower for stupid?” Eddie asks, turning back to Steve like it’s a genuine question, a worthy debate.

“Naw,” Steve shakes his head, almost regretful; “he is pretty fuckin’ smart.”

“More than one kind of stupid, Stevie,” Eddie notes with due gravitas.

“Envy,” Dustin sniffs, so goddamn superior. “Green’s really not your fucking color,” and ooo, there’s a little snarl, a little sneer on his lips; “either of you.”

“I look good in green,” Steve points out, not even petulant, just factual.

“For example,” Eddie picks up and talks over Dustin’s comment like he never made one, leveling the little asshole with a pointed look:

“Some people are stupid about their tone.”

Steve doesn’t even try to cover his snort that time.

“You look good in everything, sweetheart,” Eddie takes the opportunity to comment, to sneak another kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth as he purrs; “and out.”

“Disgusting,” Dustin gags and Eddie turns to glare as he bites out:

“Tone!”

Like, way to prove Eddie’s fucking point for him, wow, the lack of self-preservation is overwhelming here.

“I’m gonna go find El,” Dustin announces, like he thinks it’s an airport; “she will be thrilled to have someone like her around—“

“Remember what I said?” Eddie turns to Steve, exaggerates the knowing look he gives; “types of dumb,” then he turns again to Dustin, and knows his look is pitying, because he fucking means for it to be.

“Telekinesis and slug-speak aren’t even in the same universe, man,” and Jesus H., Dustin looks offended at the suggestion, which.

Which.

“The overlap of telepathic—“

“Slugs, Dustin,” Steve butts in, cuts him off; “I drown those fuckers in little bowls of beer in the yard. They go in willingly,” and oh. Oh, Eddie loves his boyfriend.

Eddie loves his boyfriend so goddamn much.

Because he hadn’t even noticed the set up, the slight of hand, because Steve had overturned the can of PBR he hadn’t finished, that had gone warm anyway, and dumped it into the shallow little bowl that used to have pretzel sticks inside, low enough to, to—

“Well they won’t anymore,” Dustin declares, fucking haughty with it; “because I will tell them—“

“Yet behold, special super slug-whisperer,” Eddie gasps and gestures wide to the mat where the slug demonstration had originally taken place: “whatever do we have here?”

What they have there is the little bowl of beer, set on the slug mat.

With slugs already drowned inside.

“Probably maybe you should be smarter about where you stick your attention if you really want to save your precious children from their hoppy graves,” Eddie shrugs, and infuses his words with as much fake fucking concern as he can fit into them because slug-whispering.

Fucking honestly.

Dustin only wastes a few seconds gaping at the scene, mouth working around something—comprehension, maybe, or just some degree of shock—before he turns his eyes up and glares at them both.

“You’re evil,” he says definitively, pointing; “both of you.”

“Go see El, Super Slug,” Eddie smiles indulgently; “she’s absolutely trembling with anticipation at the arrival of an equal, I’m sure of it.”

“After all, didn’t you say,” Steve shrugs and folds his arms over his chest, looks Dustin up and down before delivering the final blow:

“You were right.”

And Dustin scowls, and Eddie cackles, because that’s his brother, that’s their brother.

“Fucking assholes,” Dustin mutters, and leaves his slug mat and the beer-bowl behind as he stomps out the door: these children really need to learn about cleaning up after themselves, even if they leave in a stompy little huff like a goddamn toddler, fucking hell: but still.

Dustin’s their brother.

Like they were ever going to let him get away with bragging about slug powers.

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #henderfam #humor #fluff #established relationship #featuring brotherly banter with one mr. problematic *TONE*: dustin henderson #dustin has superpowers #(but just one really and it's very stupid) #dustin henderson #hitlikehammers' hobbit-birthday prompt fest #stranger things #gift fic #slashify

[luveline]

Jade what about a baby blurb with one of the marauders where they maybe missed or forgot a date or anniversary or something and the reader is just kind of sad and how they make it up to her

okay I picked sirius! and a date cos i thought forgetting an anniversary is like much bigger tysm for ur request ily ♡ fem!reader

Sirius is so happy to see you he could scream. Literally tip his head back and start yelling, he's missed you that much.

Your flat is close to silent, the only sound the distant chatter of the TV in your bedroom. He shrugs out of his shoes exhausted and excited to be near you again and follows the sound through the hallway right to your door.

"Baby," he says by way of greeting, shouldering the door open, "whatever we're ordering, we gotta do it now. I'm starving."

Any further complaint gets stuck in his throat when he sees you. You've styled your hair in that finicky way that takes ages and you're wearing your loveliest dress, a layering of sheer white fabric that makes you look prettier than any peony he's ever seen. The problem arises not with how you look but how you're sitting, your feet pressed to the rug and your hands to your thighs, shaking, shaking badly, face shining with tears and downturned.

You don't even look at him.

He gets a sudden sinking feeling in his chest.

"What happened, sweet thing?" he asks, coming to kneel at your feet.

You raise your head just enought to look at him and another swell of tears rises. Sirius wipes them away unflinchingly, hand lingering at your cheek. "What happened?"

"We had a date," you say, and your lips pull down into a heartbroken frown.

As soon as you say it, panic and relief emerge. Panic, because he knows immediately that you're telling the truth, memory jogged. Relief, because if it's something he did he can probably fix it.

"Shit," he says.

"Sorry, I don't know why I'm so upset," you whine, dropping your chin to your chest as tears drip down your cheeks. They pool.

"Don't be sorry. Don't be sorry, you have nothing to he sorry for. I'm sorry, sweetheart, it completely slipped my mind, and it's no excuse." He wipes your tears with the back of his ring finger, feeling very stupid. "Let me make it up to you, my love. What can I do?"

You stare at him. "You promise you forgot?"

"Of course I forgot. I wouldn't stand you up, huh? Stunning girl like you, and in this dress? I'd be a fool. I am a fool... You look lovely."

You laugh wetly and seem to come into yourself, wiping your tearstains with a frenetic hand. "I look silly."

"No you don't. Are you joking?" He brings both hands to your neck and pushes up until he's cradling your face, feeling lucky that you're allowing him this closeness at all. "Look so pretty," he confides, almost whispering, "you look beautiful. I'd love to take you out if you still want to go."

You weigh your options. "Can I have a hug?"

He nods voraciously. Yes, absolutely. A hug, whatever you want. You can have the world.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black imagine #sirius black drabble #sirius black #sirius black fanfiction #marauders era #marauders #the marauders #the marauders fanfiction #the marauders fanfic #sirius black blurb #sirius black dialogue

[georgiapeach30513]

„I’d take you anywhere you want to go, Songbird. I cant wait to hear you sing” -> did Raiden take Burde anywhere she wanted to go ? 😏😏

Oh!! Raiden and Birdie Mae are the sweetest little things.  They did exclusively date in high school, but Birdie Mae isn’t as experienced as Raiden.  She is taking things at a snail space, and he’s okay with that.  Fable went to NYU and sweet Birdie is navigating school life without her partner in crime, and also the one that would speak for her.  This will be a good experience for Birdie Mae, and we know Raiden would never let anything happen to her

🖤🖤🖤🖤

A Cheesy Chick Flick

Summary:  Birdie Mae is questioning her relationship

Pairings:  Raiden X Birdie Mae

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  language, a bit of bullying, talks about sex, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  550

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Raiden Baizen Masterlist

Birdie Mae walks into her art class ready to showcase her newest work when she hears the quiet murmuring behind her. Keeping her head in front of her, but her eyes sting with tears.

“She’s only with him for his money.”

“I heard she’s baby trapped him. He got a full scholarship and didn’t need it. Wonder if that’s how she was able to afford this school.”

Unable to take anymore she turns around glaring at the two girls, “He would never give you the time of day because you’re disgusting. Raiden is the nicest and most generous person I’ve ever met. And my parents paid for my tuition,” without another word she leaves her piece before running out of the classroom.

Irritated that no matter what, it’s always these stupid accusations about her and Raiden. Unable to stand out on her own merit because he overshadows her.

“Hey. Hey,” Raiden comes up to her, catching her trembling body in his own large one. “Birdie what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing doesn’t make your eyes this red. What’s wrong?” he watches her a few minutes wishing she would just tell him something when she looks away.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“What?”

“This. Us. You and me. It’s always…”

“What happened?” Birdie Mae shakes her head no, and he pulls her chin up to him. “Let me fix it.”

“You can’t fix everything just because of your last name.”

“It has nothing to do with my last name, and everything to do about some making my girlfriend cry. And clearly it’s enough to think that we…Birdie don’t do this. Please, I…I finally have you in my life, and I can’t lose you.”

“We were kids.”

“My feelings have never changed. I tried. I tried a lot. Keisha, Avani, Fleur, Taylor, Taraj…”

“I get it,” Birdie Mae rolls her eyes. “You’re…they had a piece of you that I haven’t. And…Raiden, I-I…”

“You have a piece of me that no one ever will. And that’s this right here, Burd-Dee,” he taps on his chest and gives her a look over. “If you want sex, all you gotta do is ask.”

“Raiden,” Birdie Mae sighs, pushing her head against his chest. “I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“You’re huge.”

“Yeah, so I’ve been told,” she gives him a little swat to his back, still not lifting her head up to look at him. “Birdie, I’ll wait forever for you. You’re more than a lay.”

“That’s what we should be doing. And…I did not baby trap you.”

Raiden pulls her up to him, and she naturally wraps her legs around him. “How can you baby trap me if you’re a virgin? That’s what got you upset? Stupid jealous girls? They’re just mad that I have no desire to date them. It’s only ever been you.”

“And I’m not after your money.”

“I know. You’re after me because of my piercing blue eyes, long hair, fat ass, broad shoulders, and skinny waist.”

Birdie gives him a little giggle, moving forward to kiss on his nose, “You figured me out.”

“Sweet Birdie Mae gonna corrupt this sweet Baizen boy.”

“Raiden?” he raises his eyebrows looking at her seriously. “Can I stay the night at your place? Your apartment is bigger than my dorm.”

“Is that all you want?”

“I don’t know.”

“Fine, we’ll watch a cheesy chick flick, get to making out, and you tell me how far you wanna go?” she nods her head and he starts carrying her back to the room. “Now, I gotta see this new piece of yours.”

Masterlist

#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #dau #da au ask #raiden baizen #birdie mae adler #raiden x birdie #raiden x birdie mae

[queenofbaws]

queenie I am down on my KNEES begging for a Jossam mer!au. It just hit me like a strike of lightning and now it will NOT LEAVE.

(I hope you're having a good weekend, and that your week went well as well!!! <3)

at-least-but-not-exactly-six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

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“Hate to be that guy,” he said through the taste of salt, fighting the urge to spit more than he already had, “But did you stop to think maybe I wanted to drown?”

She seemed to think that over for a second, the girl resting her arms and chin on the dock, but something in the way she pursed her lips gave him the impression it was all just an act, that she wasn’t considering the question so much as deciding how she wanted to answer. “Y’know, I did,” she said eventually, her eyes flickering like hazel fire in the moonlight. He thought maybe she wanted to say more than that, but she didn’t, instead laying her head more comfortably against her arms so her hair, gold as the sunrise, spooled on the dock beside her.

“I thought your kind was all about eating people stupid enough to fall into the water.”

“My kind?” she laughed. “Sort of a shitty thing to say to the person who just saved your skin, don’t you think?”

His throat still burned with the sting of the ocean, a certain heaviness in his lungs suggesting he hadn’t, in fact, coughed everything up yet. That would be something to look forward to - something else to look forward to, really, once he considered the laundry list of bullshit probably waiting for him the moment his sisters or parents or friends finally figured out where he was. He tried not to think too hard on that one, not yet anyway, and sat up instead, playing it off so the girl in the water wouldn’t see how heavy and tired all of his limbs were.

“Didn’t answer my question,” he teased, or tried to, anyway. He hadn’t quite decided whether she was real yet, really real, or whether this whole scene was just one last dump of brain chemicals before he hit the silty bottom.

“That’s probably because it wasn’t a question,” she shot back coolly, her mouth quirking into a smile he couldn’t rightly call sly, but had no problem calling mischievous. “From where I’m standing, it was sort of just a statement. A rude one, too, honestly...”

“Are you standing?”

Her eyes flashed again, brightening and darkening as the moon reflected off the waves foaming all around them. He’d expected her teeth to be bigger, but when she smiled there was nothing monstrous about it; that was somehow both a disappointment and a relief. “Two,” she laughed, holding up the corresponding number of fingers. “Two rude things to say to the person who saved your butt.”

And though he knew it wasn’t the brightest thing to say, considering the circumstances (and the stories), he said it anyway. Danger always felt a little less dangerous when you had a deathwish, after all. “My butt didn’t ask to be saved.”

That time, he thought she was considering him, and very carefully at that. “One,” she began, an odd almost-echo of what she’d just said, “I guess I’m not really standing, huh? I’ll try to be more literal from now on. I didn’t realize that, uh, your kind - ” the mischief flashed there again, warmer somehow the second time around, “ - took stuff so literally.”

“Flawed. As a species, we are unfortunately very, very flawed.”

“And two,” she continued, rising up from her rest as though preparing to pull herself up out of the water and onto the dock, “As for the whole eating you thing, gotta tell you, that’s a pretty ignorant assumption to make. For your information, I happen to be a vegan.”

“Oh God,” he said before he could stop his mouth. “You got those underwater too? The fuck is this world coming to? Sea monsters and sirens and shit are supposed to tear humans limb from limb. It’s like...tradition or something.”

As he’d expected, she didn’t pull herself up onto the dock (there’d be no point in that, really) but pushed off instead, disappearing down into the water with a soft splash that was all but swallowed up by the sound of the surf. She reappeared a moment later, her head popping out of the water so much closer to him than she’d been before. “How about this,” the girl proposed, her hair floating on the waves like seafoam. “You do something as stupid as trying to drown yourself again, I will tear you limb from limb.”

“Is that so? That doesn’t sound very vegan of you,” he pointed out with a slow smirk of his own, feeling oddly more and more himself the longer their little back-and-forth played out.

“I didn’t say I’d eat you.”

“...yeah, I guess you didn’t, huh?”

#icequeen-07 #six sentence weekend #queenie writes supermassive #asdklfjskdfj ok it was not until this ask that i realized ive literally n E V E R done a mer!anything before sOOOOO #i hope this scratches the itch at least a LITTLE ;P #and thank yoooou! i'm hangin in there - i hope YOU've been having a wonderful weekend as well!!!

[a-sexy-asexual-658]

You Don’t Think We Love You?

(All characters are 21)

Hi, there are no spoilers. This is a work I have been working on. Tell me if you want a part two.

Pairing: Tam Song x Reader x Keefe Sencen

Warnings: Insecure reader, kissing, suggestive content, etc

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The 2 boys pushed me up against the wall right next to the bed, no doubts in my mind that they were planning on throwing me into it in a few minutes. Keefe crashed his lips onto my own, his lips moving against mine in a rough yet loving manner, as tam attacked my neck with kisses and nips. Keefe's left hand was on my waist as his right hand was on my face, him stroking my cheek with his thumb.

I grabbed at Keefe's sleeve as I felt Tam slither a hand up my shirt and leaving it resting on my stomach. His other hand was tangled in my (h/l) (h/c) locks. Keefe nipped at my bottom lip teasingly and I gasped. Immediately he shot his tongue into my hot wet cavern to explore. I moaned as I felt Keefe's tongue move in my mouth as tam make another hickey on my neck and move down to nip at collar bone.

As Keefe left my mouth I let out a whine, which resulted in Keefe smirking, but still took as much air in as possible. I moved my right hand from Keefe's sleeve to his clothed chest and I blushed as felt all the rock hard muscle underneath, I also put my left hand on tams arm feeling his bicep.

'Oh the glories of having two world saving heroes as my boyfriends~'

I looked down as my blush faded and my eyes darkened. What did I do to deserve them? Nothing. I was just the girl that sat back and everyone else do the hard work as I stayed home as Dex's assistant. I mean I also made some somewhat useful inventions but even he did more then me. I was just the stupid girl who did nothing.

Not only that but I was also ugly, well according to elves standards, Sophie said all eleven looked at the least 10x better then humans, so by elves standards I'm ugly. I mean look at me, my eyes are such a dark shade of (e/c) it looks black (not elve like at all) and I was tall. No one liked talk girls— or at least that's what my mom says. And my chest was really small, barely bigger then my stomach. Oh that's another thing, my stomach. I'm fat. Well again elven standards fat. I'm fat enough that you can grip it and as my sister said if you can grip it, your fat. Not only that but I have a small waist and thin small lips. And don't get me started on my thighs and scars.

All this-this imperfections while my boyfriends were flawless. Right from Keefe's cocky smirk to Tam's silver tipped bangs.

I was interrupted from my thoughts by a pale calloused hand gripped my chin and lifting it. I was lead to look straight into the storming eyes of Tam. He had concern in his eyes and when I glanced at Keefe he no longer had his teasing grin, but furrowed brows. "Hey what's wrong, Angel?" Angel. Tams pet name for me, it always made me blush but now somehow it didn't. This only rose more concern from the two.

I pushed them away slightly trying to get out from under them. "I have to go, I just remembered I had to run a errand." At that Keefe just smirked and pushed me back.

"Nuhuh, no you don't. Me and bangs boy personally made sure that you you were free today. No errands, no hang outs, no nothing. Your all ours today Sweetheart" He said leaning closer to my face with his signature smirk coming in for kiss. But I just pushed him and said

" well my mom told me to do this just earlier today, so yeah, I gotta go" As I tried to squeeze my way through, Tams shadows pulled me back.

"No what's wrong? Not only did refuse a kiss from Keefe — which you never do— your also trying to leave in a hurry. You also never do anything for your mom. Something's wrong, come on Angel just tell us, you know we love you." Then that brought up the question, did they? With the way I looked and acted clingy and cold all the time. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't and were just pressured into it by their friends.

Keefe gave her hand a squeeze as she felt a cold blue breeze wash over her mind. Ha. She forgot he was an empath. As hard as she tried Keefe's little gesture was all it took for her to brake. She ended up sobbing in their arms about everything she has been feeling and thinking ............. and about her cutting. That made them freeze. Tam gently, gingerly slid my long sleeve up my arm and the two boys gasped at the scars I had. They could tell it wasn't from the neverseen. As I finished up my sniffling tam was tracing the scars gently with his finger and Keefe just stood there quiet.

Suddenly they locked eyes and both frowned but I could tell they had a silent agreement. I got scared. Did they hate me? Think I was weird and disgusting for doing this to myself and having these thoughts?

Suddenly both of them locked eyes with me. " You don't think we love you?" Keefe asked hesitantly, fear and heartbreak clear in his voice. This was the true side of him, the sensitive side. It never showed very often. I looked down in shame seeing how much this was really hurting and affecting him. I was definitely the most sensitive out of the three of us but that didn't mean he wasn't really sensitive either.

"You don't" I heard Tams hushed voice say" fine, then we'll just have to show then" I gasped as I was suddenly pushed up against the wall again.

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Comment if you want me to upload the part 2

Goodbye my little dirty minded devils !!

Sahiko out

[buckybeardreams]

Guys, so I literally spontaneously decided to add a blowjob scene to The Boss's Sweetheart, and I'm calling the chapter lick it like a lollipop, which is basically paying homage to my starkercest fic that I love sm

But also, so guys, I'm obsessed with this idea of little Peter being scared of sucking Tony off and not being good enough, and Tony flipping it around with it's just like a lollipop, little boys love lollipops, and don't worry, baby, you don't gotta take much of it because you're just a tiny baby

Like the idea of Daddy Tony soothing his baby's fears with don't worry, you're just a baby, you'll be able to do it when you're bigger is just so cute to me!

Also, I'm working on a fisting scene 👀👀

It's not for this chapter but I'm really fucking excited about it!

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Peter was fine until he had Tony's cock out and his nerves hit.

Tony was big, and that alone was intimidating, but Peter had taken long cocks before, taken fat cocks. He'd choked and gagged and never once been worried about not being good enough at it.

As far as he was concerned, the guys he sucked off before were all losers, even the popular ones, and they should be fucking grateful he'd even been willing to suck them off.

Peter didn't have the same smug confidence with Tony.

Sure, he could be a spoiled brat, there was no doubt about that. And he knew he held a lot of power over his daddy… Now though… Right now he didn't feel powerful or strong, he felt like a small little boy. He felt young and helpless and lost. He felt like a clueless, innocent little baby while staring at his daddy's cock.

"Hey, what's wrong, sweetheart?" Tony asked, his brows furrowed in concern.

Peter swallowed hard, pulling it back together and trying to hide his fears behind a smile.

"Nothing, just admiring your beautiful cock, Daddy," Peter teased, but Tony saw right through his mask.

Tony tilted his chin up, frowning.

"Hey, no, don't do that, baby. Something's wrong, Daddy can tell, so don't lie. Tell Daddy what's wrong."

Peter bit his lip, pulling his chin out of Tony's grasp and glaring at the ground.

He felt stupid, pathetic for being a baby about this.

Stupid, irrational fears.

"Peter," Tony said softly, "you don't have to do this. You know that, right? I don't need anything from you, baby, nothing that you're not willing to give me. And if you don't want this, then I don't want this either."

Peter pouted, whining.

"But I do want it, Daddy! M'just scared!"

"What are you scared about, baby boy? Tell Daddy what's got you scared, so he can make it all better."

Peter whined again, burying his nose in the crease of his thigh to hide away.

"I don't wanna be bad at it. I don't wanna disappoint you."

Tony brushed his fingers through his curls, cooing at him.

"My sweet little boy, I told you this the first time we were together, and I'll tell you again now. There's nothing you can do that will disappoint me."

Peter pouted.

"That's not helpful!" Peter whined, even though it did help ease some of his anxiety.

Tony chuckled, cupping the back of his neck, tugging Peter up onto his knees and leaning down to capture his lips.

Peter moaned when Tony coaxed his lips apart, clutching at his shirt, his eyes fluttering shut.

When Tony pulled back, holding him close so he had to meet his gaze, Peter's cheeks were flushed pink and his lips were slick with spit.

"Does that help?"

Peter nodded, a little dazed.

Tony smirked, bumping their noses together.

"Is the size part of the problem, baby?"

Peter bit his lip, glancing down at Tony's cock, hard and ready for him.

"You're just so big, Daddy!" Peter whined. "Never taken nothin' that big!"

And that was true, taking a short fat cock or a long skinny one was not the same as taking a fat eight inches down his fucking throat.

Tony chuckled.

"Mm, not in that pretty little mouth of yours, huh, baby?" Tony murmured. "You've almost taken Daddy's fist in your pretty little pussy, haven't you, sweetheart?"

Peter blushed bright red, squirming.

"Gonna take it someday, Daddy," Peter murmured, looking away shyly.

"That's right, bambino."

"But not yet!" Peter blurted out, looking down at Tony's hand anxiously. "M'just too little t'do it now, Daddy!"

Tony grinned at his adorable little boy, kissing his nose.

"That's right, baby boy, not now. You're just a teeny tiny baby, right now, huh? Too little for Daddy's fist."

Peter nodded.

"Yeah… too little."

"But once you grow a little bit bigger, then you'll be able to do it."

Peter fidgeted with his fingers before nodding.

"Yeah, once I'm bigger… Like…" Peter looked around like he was fishing for the right word. "Like cuginetto! I'll be a big boy, and then, I can do it!"

Tony cooed at him when Peter perked up, looking proud of himself.

"That's right, pretty baby. But you know what babies really like?"

Peter tilted his head.

"No. What?" Peter asked, so young and innocent like a sweet little boy.

"They like to suck on things."

Peter's eyes widened.

"They do?"

"Yeah, baby, they do," Tony confirmed, his fingers curling in Peter's hair. "They put everything in their mouth. Fingers, toys—"

"Pacis!" Peter added excitedly.

"That's right, Peppino. And you know what else they like?" Tony asked, a glint in his eyes.

Peter bit his lip, his eyes glancing down to Tony's cock, but he shook his head innocently.

"No, Daddy. I don't know."

"Lollipops."

Peter blinked at him.

"Lollies?"

"Yeah, baby, lollies," Tony agreed. "You like lollies, don't you?"

Peter nodded.

"Mm-hmm," Peter hummed happily. "Zietto gives me lollies all the time!"

"That's right, bambino, he does. He gives you and Clintonino lollies because he knows just how much little boys love to suck on things," Tony told him, smirking. "You love to suck on things, don't you, bambino?"

"Yup! Love lollies and pacis and my teether toys, too!"

Tony chuckled.

"You sure do, baby boy, and Daddy has a special treat for you. And you can suck on it, but you can't bite."

"No biting," Peter agreed, making a face, his hands reaching down to cup his own crotch protectively.

Tony chuckled again, kissing him.

"That's right, baby, no teeth, but you're gonna like this treat. You're gonna like sucking on Daddy."

Peter whined anxiously, his eyes flicking down to Tony's cock and his lip jutting out.

"But Daddy, you're a whole lot bigger than a lolly!" Peter argued.

"I am, Peppino, but that's okay, because you're just a tiny baby, right?"

Peter tilted his head in confusion.

"Right…"

Tony hummed, running his fingers through his curls.

"And tiny babies have tiny little mouths."

Peter's eyes widened, lighting up with understanding.

"Oh!"

"So you only gotta take the teeniest tiniest little bit, bambino."

Peter grinned.

"Yeah, just the teeniest tiniest, Daddy!" Peter agreed happily. "Cos I'm just a teeny tiny baby!"

"That's right," Tony murmured, amused. "Smart boy."

Tony kissed Peter once more and then leaned back in his chair.

"Go on then, bambino. It's all yours."

Peter licked his lips, eyeing Tony's cock.

"All mine?"

"All yours," Tony agreed.

Peter hummed, his eyes meeting Tony's.

"I just gotta lick it like a lollipop?"

"Yup, that's right, baby boy, just give it a couple licks and then you can come sit on Daddy's lap and warm his cock for a bit. How's that sound, micio?"

#starker

[holdontorogers]

dumbification with steve? innocence kinda corruption kink too if u wanna

࿐ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐬.𝐫.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; nomad!Steve x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; You were on Steve’s side during the Civil War events, now you had to go undercover, just like him. After a few months apart, Steve has missed you more than both of you could’ve imagined. But he will surely make sure you know that.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1,500

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI, porn with little no plot, swearing, dumbification, mocking (dumb girl, cockdrunk), pet-names (pretty girl, honey, sweetheart), corruption kink, dom!Steve, face-fucking, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex, degradation, size kink (Steve is huge, reader doesn’t think it will fit), slight breeding kink (Steve cums inside reader).

𝐚/𝐧; GIF NOT MINE CREDITS HERE. REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Made this with Nomad!Steve bc 🤤 why not? Okay, I didn’t expect to go so far out with this one but oh God. I guess writing smut is my new passion lol.

It has been months since he even heard from you. After a while running together, you ended up going separate ways. He wanted you. It was that simple. And at this point, after all of the events that led him to go undercover and a fugitive, he couldn’t care less. All he knew is that he wanted to cross lines with you, tonight.

You barely recognized him when he arrived at your new hidden place. The calm blue ocean that once shaped his eyes seemed dark and dangerous now. Those angelic eyes and clean face were replaced by wild, almost animalistic eyes. And the beard. Oh, Lord, the beard. You whimpered at the feeling of it rubbing your skin when he hugged you. You also didn’t think Steve could get bigger — but there he was. Broader shoulder, stealth suit fitting his muscles perfectly, and an evil smirk on his face.

“How you’ve been sweetheart?” the pet-name sending shrives down your spine. You simply stare at him, taking in all his features. “Did you lose your words, honey?” your eyes widened at his words, the blue in his eyes almost disappearing as they grew darker. Steve licked his lips staring at you, you could feel the pooling in your panties just by staring at him. Unable to move or do anything thing. You wanted him, it was that simple.

The only problem is that this Steve seemed dangerous, experienced, rough; and you barely knew how to do a proper blowjob at best, lacking much of the experienced he seemed to master by now. But you knew that for him you would do it. Whatever he asked, you were his. Ready for whatever he was willing to give up. You bit your lower lips, lost in your thoughts.

Steve held a groan, the sight of you pressing your thighs together as you looked at him playing hoops in his mind. He left a heavy breath, his dagger eyes focused on all your movements. He could smell your arousal from his place. Carefully, he went forward, cupping a side of your face with his hand.

“What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?” his voice was heavy just like his stare. “I’m…” Fuck, did you forgot how to speak? Was he that intoxicating? “You…” he mocked “I need to know what you want so I can give it to you, my dumb girl” his fingers caressed your cheek, as you felt your blood rushing through your body. You leaned to his touching, biting your lips hard so a moan wouldn’t escape. What was he doing to you?

“My dumb baby” he taunted “can’t barely contain the sweet sounds when I touch you” you closed your eyes and swallowed, addicted to the sound of his voice and his fingertips. “Gotta tell me what you want, put that pretty mouth of yours to use” your eyes widened at his words.

“I want you to ruin me” this time the words didn’t fail to leave your mouth. Steve had a satisfied smile on his face, dragging his thumb to your parted lips. You took them in, sucking and swirling your tongue around it, a low, strangled groan escaping his mouth at the sight.

“On your knees, pretty girl” he commanded, and you quickly sunk down to your knees. “Wanna see that pretty mouth of yours having a reason for being so out of words” he stated while undoing his belt and lowering his pants. The bulge clear in his boxers watering your mouths and making you wonder if it would fit later.

“Steve” you mumbled, after his cock sprang free from the restraining underwea. “it won’t fit” you blinked a couple of times. Steve chuckled at your words “Oh, my dumb gir, already so needy for my cock” he pouted, mocking your expression “it will fit, don’t worry. Just wait for it” he promised. You gulped and turned your eyes back to his shaft. “Now,” his authoritative tone made you look at him “Tongue out, sweetheart” another barked command, another order you followed promptly. “Eyes on me” he tilted your chin so you could actually look into his eyes, you nodded complying to all his demands.

You could taste the salty pre cum as you licked and sucked on his reddened tip. Sweet moans leaving your lips at the feeling, Steve’s hand threw back in pleasure. He gripped your hair and started thrusting into your mouth, leaving no spacing for breathing. You tugged on his thighs for support, gagging as his cock reached the back of your throat, tears falling down your eyes. The sounds and your current state only made Steve grew harder in your mouth, seeking his own release, using your mouth at his mercy.

“Doing so good for me, my dumb girl” he purred “gonna cum all over your face, fuck” he promised, almost losing his mind at the feeling “then have you bent over and dripping with my seed after I fuck you stupid” he whispered, his words fading as his release approached, curses leaving his mouth. The sounds he was making became your new favorite, he was in control but his flushed look, parted lips, groans and moans were all because of you. You hollowed your cheeks, and continue to let him use you. Suddenly he removed himself slightly as you felt hot, salty cum filling your mouth. You swallowed all he had for you, licking your lips afterwards.

Looking at him with flushed, innocent eyes, Steve pulled you up by your hair, kissing you. Teeth, tongue and his taste in your mouth mixing together in a passionate and rough kiss. Steve finally started undressing you, his lips never leaving your body. He sucked on your lips and moved to your neck, he could bruise the skin that his mouth captured. Steve wanted to let everyone know who you belonged to. As he sucked on one of your boobs, his large hands cupped the other, squeezing and pulling your nipples, making you whine for more. His fingers found your panties ripping the fabric and throwing away.

Steve removed his remaining clothes, lifting you up and placing you in the couch arm. His fingers found your pussy as he groaned at how wet you were “fuck, baby, you’re so fucking wet for me” his fingers spread your arousal through your cunt, tracing every inch, the fraction at your clit making you nearly jump. Steve pushes two fingers into you at once, stretching you open, delighting himself at how well you took them. “Feel so good squeezing my fingers, can’t wait til it’s my cock” he hissed. His thumb starting circling your clit, the pressure building inside you. You felt dizzy, numb to the feeling, gripping his shoulders as you came, hard. The coil in your stomach turning into white, hot, unimaginable, pleasure. Steve licked his fingers clean and moaned at the taste.

With an evil smile, he turned you easily, bending you over, exposing your ass and pussy for him. With a few strokes on his cock, his was ready to ruin all men for you. You whine at his tip teasing your entrance. Steve wasn’t gentle, burring all of him at once, barely giving you time to adjust to his size, impossibly stretching you to fit all of him. He started at a slow, agonizing pace, teasing you. It worked, you whined, grabbed at any resemblance of balance you could find. Almost sobbing for him to stop the torturous pace.

“Steve, I” you whined his name and his cock twitched inside you. “So cockdrunk already?” he mocked “Can’t even form words” he slowed even more, yet you thought it was impossible. “Fa-aster” you tried “Plea—” no warning, his hips started thrusting harder and faster. The pace settled made you feel the coil to form again, his dick sinking into you at every thrust. “My dumb girl” he said with raspy voice “So fucked out by me, won’t even be able to think after I’m done with you”. You could only moan his name, a mess of incoherent whines, sobs and curses leaving your lips.

Steve’s pace lost his rhythm, his release approaching. He started rubbing circles around your clit, pushing you towards the edge with him. It was all too much, the feeling of your walls contracting around him, his thumb in a perfect pace, the fact that it was Steve. You reached your orgasm soon enough, giving Steve the green light to pursue his own release. It was like shockwaves all over his body, his cock buried deep inside you, his hot cum warming you. Steve collapsed on your back, his cock beginning to soften, still inside you.

After a few heavy breaths, Steve removed himself, watching his cum dripping from your cunt, down to your thighs. He grabbed you in his arms and turned you to face him, rubbing his hand through your face. “Guess we need to clean you up” he offered, a sweet, tired smile on your lips. After that night Steve knew that no matter what happened, he wouldn’t leave you ever again. He would make sure to take care of you, protect you. No matter what.

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[kaunis-sielu]

Crash and Burn: 2

You follow the hulking Alpha into his office, he gestures you past him at the door before he goes to shut it.

“Is it alright if I close the door?”

“Yea.” He closes it then walks past you, he smells like sandalwood, orange and lavender, it’s a soothing mix.

“Please have a seat.” He says, you take the opportunity to study him while he rounds the desk. He’s broad, dark hair, bright blue eyes, a strong chin with a small dimple in the center. You take a seat, feeling small compared to him but you’d rather light your hair on fire than show him that he intimidates you. “So, what is this about?” He asks smoothing out the small sheet of paper you’d thrust into his hand.

“The fires.”

“The arsons?”

“That is what I said.” His brows furrow,

“Actually, you said the fires.” Are all attorneys this fucking annoying?

“If you look up the addresses you’ll see a pattern.” You tell him standing up, “I have to go.”

“Ms. Punkie, a little patience please.” He says but you’re already halfway to the door. You turn to say something to him and bump into a small side table, picking up the photo that fell over you look at it. “My parents.” He says and horror floods through you. It’s Jonathan and Martha, from the diner, Clark standing between them beaming with an arm around each of them.

“I gotta, I shouldn’t have come here. I’m leaving.”

“I’m not going to make you stay. Can I at least get your number? If I have questions I can contact you. I have about a million of them.”

“No.”

“Here,” he holds out a business card to you, “in case you change your mind and want to continue to do the right thing.” You freeze then, is he saying that you’re not doing the right thing? How incredibly rude of him.

“What a low fucking blow.” You grumble, “I’m here. I came and gave you a lead. I didn’t have to do that.” You snap folding your arms over your chest and glaring up at the Alpha.

“No, you didn’t. So why are you stopping halfway?”

“Half-halfway!” You cry, “do you have any idea how fucking hard it was to be an Omega and walk my ass in here with all these damn Alphas everywhere? If he finds out I was here I could end up a crispy critter in the next fire.”

“He?” DA Kent asks with a raised brow,

“Never mind.” You mutter but he studies you with this look on his face that says he’s not going to forget that little blunder.

“I can get you protection.” He offers and you scoff.

“In my neighborhood? Do you know how fast my neighbors would smell a cop?” When he goes to open his mouth you cut him off, “Instantly. The answer is instantly.”

“Are you safe?” He asks shoving his hands into his pockets as you study him.

“I live in an Omega only building. I’m fine.”

“Where did you get the note from?”

“Some guy named Corbin.”

“Is that his first name or his last?”

“I don’t know. That’s just what Le- what he was called.” You tell him, you stop yourself before you mention Mr. Luthor, you’re not sure what exactly is going on with the whole situation so you don’t want to drag his name into something that he might not even be involved with. DA Kent levels you with a look, you stare coolly back at him. “Can I go now? I have to take the subway home because of my stupid car and I don’t want to be out later than I have to.”

“Car troubles? Maybe I can help.”

“You a mechanic?” You ask folding your arms over your chest.

“No, but I know a good one. Victor Stone, he’s in my pack, won’t upcharge you or anything.” He says turning toward the desk he jots something down then holds it out to you. You have to step closer to take the small piece of paper and he gives you a soft reassuring smile. “Tell him Clark sent you.”

“Why?“ You hesitate before you take the paper from him.

“You’re a suspicious one aren’t you?”

“I don’t trust Alphas. Especially powerful Alphas who try to guilt you into doing things.” You snark and his grin only gets bigger.

“I’m not trying to guilt you Honey, if you tell Victor that I sent you he’ll get it your car done sooner rather than later.”

“I don’t need a favor.”

“You didn’t ask for anything, I’m just trying to help.”

“In my experience Alphas who help usually want something.”

“All I want is for you to think about helping me. Sooner or later someone is going to get hurt in one of these arsons and I can’t let that happen.” He says softly, “If I can prevent anyone else from getting hurt I want to do that, and you can help me do that.”

“I’ve done what I can.” You tell him, before you turn and make your way out of his office,

“Please, just take my card and Victor’s number for your car. No strings attached.” You look up at him before slowly taking the paper and the card that he offers you.

“Okay.” Shove them into your purse then hurry out of the building. You can feel his eyes on you in. The sun is just starting to set, you feel a pair of eyes on you but you act as if you’re clueless, you’re probably being paranoid anyway. You just want to forget you were here and the stupid hot Alpha District Attorney that is apparently the son of two of your favorite regulars. You didn’t even know that they had a son.

The sense of relief you feel when you walk into your apartment building causes you to let out a long sigh of relief. You weren’t lying to the District Attorney when you told him that you didn’t live in the safest neighborhood. There were worse ones, since Lex owned most of the neighborhood and he was all about respect for Omegas you felt safer in this neighborhood than others you’d visited. You pull his card and the piece of paper with the phone number on it, you debate calling the number tonight. It’d be nice to have your car back, but you really don’t want to be in the DA’s debit.

You stick the paper to your fridge then make dinner, hoping to forget how he smelled, how handsome he was, how strong he felt. You don’t have time for an Alpha right now, he’s just another stupid bossy Alpha.

You do some schoolwork, you’ve been taking a couple classes at a time to get your degree, you don’t want to work at the diner forever. You keep glancing over at that stupid card and paper you’ve stuck to your fridge, you swear you can smell that fucking Alpha on the card.

The next morning you get up and groan loudly, when you hear the roll of thunder. Of course it’s storming and you don’t have a car. You stomp over to the fridge and take the piece of paper the DA had given you off of it. Dialing the number you wait for an answer, at least you're not working until the evening shift, maybe the rain will be over by then.

“Cyborg Mechanics this is Victor.”

“Hi, I was given your number by DA Kent. My car won’t start.”

“Oh,” he laughs and you’re confused, “Rain get you to call?”

“Pretty much. Why?”

“He thought it would be a hell of a lot longer before you called.”

“Oh. Uh, if you don’t have time I can wait.”

“It’s not a problem ma’am. Can I get your address so I can send Barry out to get your car?” You give it to him, “Great. He speeds so he’ll be there in like fifteen?”

“Okay, I’ll be watching. Thank you.” You tell him and sure enough fifteen minutes later a tow truck pulls up. You grab your keys and umbrella then head down.

“Hi! I’m Barry, this is Wally. You can just give us your car keys and we’ll take it from there.”

“Thank you. Sorry for bringing you out in this.”

“Not a problem ma’am.” The younger of the two, Wally, says with a smile.

“We’ll get this back to the shop and someone will call you as soon as we have a diagnosis.”

“I have to work tonight so I might not be able to answer.”

“Would text work better? We can always text you.”

“That would, thanks.” You tell them, “Do you need my number? It’s the one that I called with.”

“Why don’t we take it just to make sure that we have it.” Barry hands you a piece of paper and a pen where you jot down your name and number. “Punkie?” He asks and you give him a little half shouldered shrug.

“It’s the name I go by.”

“Nice. Someone will shoot you a text as soon as we know what’s going on.”

“Sounds great. I’ll let you get out of this rain.” You tell him before passing over your car keys and then heading back into your apartment.

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[xtodorcki]

hiii hope your having an amazing day :) do you make headcanons? if you do and if you don't mind can i request headcanons for Izuku, Bakugo, and Denki about being in a secret relationship (i really love your stories about characters being in a secret relationship) and them accidentally outing their relationship because something happened (you can choose what happened) thank you so much!! also if you dont do headcanons you can choose one from the three on the imagine ❤️ I'm sorry if this is confusing 😅

“Secret Relationships,” Midoriya, Bakugou and Denki headcanon

YES IM GLAD YOU REQUESTED THIS UGH, I gotta do my sweet baby Bakugou first🥺

Summary: having a secret relationship with one of the guys and it’s get leaked.

Each section would probably be a little short, I apologize in advance🥺

Warnings: none!

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Bakugou:

The relationship between you and Bakugou was always strange but once the students had to move on campus in the dorms, it turned into a whole different story.

The secret meetups late at night in his room, turned into nothing more than a secret relationship. The way your sleep schedule was beyond screwed up from being up late in his room and having to wake up early to go back to your room before anyone noticed.

It had been going on for months so by now you were used to the secrets and sneaking around along with barely having any sleep the next day while in class.

The more the relationship progressed, the more Bakugou would steal quick glances at you and even when you were in the kitchen with the other students, he would purposely slide behind you and touching your back in the process.

One day in particular, the class had decided to have a game night and he wasn’t too thrilled about joining in. He had tried to convince you to come back to his room but you had told him it would make things obvious if only the two of you were absent.

He huffed, at this point he didn’t really care about the class nor their opinions on anything. He was a ball of fire afterall so when he saw you sitting with the class as they gathered up board games, he was over with keeping things a secret, he wanted it to be known that you were his and he wanted you upstairs in his room.

“I don’t wanna play this stupid game night.” Bakugou said in front of everyone but he was directing it towards you and you tried to ignore him.

“That’s fine, you don’t have to be here dude.” Kirishima patted his back, sitting down at the table and he huffed out a breath dramatically, standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I’m not talking to any of you idiots.. Y/N.” He said your name sternly, like he was giving you a direct order by the look of his red eyes.

“Why are you so worried about Y/N being here with us?” One of the classmates mentioned and you had cursed under your breath, Bakugou was acting like a child.

“Because I want my girlfriend upstairs with me.” Bakugou angrily said, everyone growing quiet and you had gulped the lump in your throat, well there goes the secret.

Everyone’s eyes had landed on you and your cheeks turned a dark shade of red before you slide the chair back and stood up. You have never felt this embarasssed in your life, he could’ve done this any other time in a completely different way but of course the asshole had to make everything a big deal.

“No way,” Denki mumbled, trying to hold the laugh that was begging to come out.

You dismissed yourself, walking over to where Bakugou was and punched his arm as hard as you could, cursing under your breath and he smirked while wrapping his arm around your shoulders, winking back at the rest of the class.

“God, you’re so fucking embarrassing, Katsuki.” You muttered, following him to the elevator to go up and he tugged you closer.

“Oh shut up, you love it.”

As you two waited for the elevator, you couldn’t help the feel the classes eyes on the both of you. It was even more humiliating as you had to wait for the doors to slide open. You heard a few of them whisper about you two being a thing, some had mentioned how obvious it was and some mentioned had you two were complete opposites.

Bakugou obviously didn’t care, instead he liked to annoy everyone, especially you. So hearing people whisper about had fed onto the asshole ego he had, making his large hand grab your chin and give you a rough kiss on the lips in front of everyone.

The way your face was completely red at this point and all he did was give the classmates a evil grin before dragging you into the elevator and pushing the button for his floor.

“Why can’t you ever be casual?”

“Do you not know me? I’m far from casual.” He nudged you gently, laughing at your tomato red face and moved his thumb to brush across your cheek.

“Yeah, clearly.”

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Denki:

You had a crush on Denki for what seemed like forever. Since the first moment you met him on the first day of school till now. It was pretty obvious how much you liked him. Eventually you became bold enough to ask him to hang out.

Now you two have been dating for only a few weeks, you both had agreed to keep it private to enjoy the privacy and the time alone before the classmates end up finding out.

Of course you knew Denki a little too well at this point, you knew he would end up slipping up the secret sooner or later but it didn’t entirely bother you that it’ll happen.

And you were right, after a training exercise and having to go through some obstacle course that Aizawa had set up, he had sparked a fuse and as his brain suffered a shortage, his mouth had instantly opened and talked about you.

You couldn’t help but be over protective when he did go through that shortage phase, quickly taking care of him and making sure he was comfortable was a habit you picked up.

“So pretty.” He muttered as he reached for you in front of everyone and you froze in your place until he had wrapped his arms around you, clinging onto your body.

Your cheeks flushed, grabbing onto his body and holding him up straight so he didn’t lose his balance. He continued to mutter words like how you’re so pretty and he even slipped up how he was lucky to have you.

“Aww, Denki is in love.” Sero had laughed at his state, making you roll your eyes and become more protective.

“Nothing wrong with that.” You admitted, stroking your fingers through his hair and dragged him over to sit down.

His head had rested on top of yours, his tall frame giving you a tight hug and you had choked on the air you were breathing on from how openly clingy he was acting in front of the entire class including Mr. Aizawa.

“Is there something you’re not telling us?” Midoriya had teased, the smirk on his face made you grow embarrassed.

“No.”

“Yes, we are.” Denki cut you off, his arms still around yours and the goofy smile on his face only got bigger.

“Y/N is mine. Only mine, I don’t want to see- I don’t want to see any of you near... what’s mine.” He managed to stumble out, his face turning blank like he had forgotten what he was talking about.

“Jesus,” You laughed, putting your hand over his mouth, glancing at your classmates.

You stayed quiet, dragging him away from the rest of the class and forced him to drink some water and sit down on a chair to relax until he went back to his normal state.

You will admit that he was cute and the way he openly told everyone what was his, which was you, had made your heart flutter.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Denki.”

“Am I?”

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Midoriya:

It had taken forever for Izuku to catch onto your hints on liking him and wanting to hang out with him more. Of course he was very oblivious and didn’t catch on for weeks, even months before you got frustrated and had been straight forward with him.

The both of you being completely shy balls made everything a lot more difficult, the hints he threw at you and the hints your threw at him had completely flew over both of your heads, it was quite ridiculous.

You knew Midoriya wasn’t going to make the first move, you knew he was too big of a anxiety nut to even be bold enough to tell you to your face that he likes you in ways that was more than friends. So you did it on your own.

It hadn’t even been a week of you two officially dating until Izuku slipped it up to Todoroki when ranting about how amazing you were and how much he loved watching your quirk in action.

Once he had revealed the secret, he had told Todoroki to keep his mouth shut and not talk about it again but later that day, Izuku slipped up to another one of your classmates, Ashido.

It wasn’t long until he had slipped up to the whole entire class and now everyone knew that you two were a fresh couple. The side comments the students would make to you both and embarrass the both you, making the shyness in you two grow and cause you to stutter to no end.

“I think you two are cute!” Ashido had mentioned, trying to assure you that it wasn’t a big deal that everyone already knew.

“You knew Midoriya can’t keep a secret for long.” She commented, making you laugh and agree to what she said.

You couldn’t blame him though, he was a little too excited to be dating his crush that he couldn’t help but talk about you constantly to all his friends. He couldn’t help but stare at you and want to talk about how pretty you are and the characteristics he liked most about you.

It was in his nature, he was proud and lucky that he just had that urge to tell the whole world about you and it made butterflies explode in your stomach and it also made you want to kiss him desperately but you decided to not do that in front of everyone.

“I’m sorry, I know you didn’t want to tell anyone right away.” He mumbled towards you, the look of guilt washing over his features and you shook your head, embracing him in a tight hug.

“Don’t be sorry! I’m glad you told people.”

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ANNND finished, I’m sorry it’s short. I usually go longer when it’s one character at a time but I hope it’s good🤧

PLSSSS send in more my hero requests!! I’m obsessed

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[batwritings]

Hi I was wondering if I can get a domestic romantic quackity x trans masc reader imagine/blurb? Just as wholesome as possible, maybe like reassurance of his love and that quackity seeing reader as a guy no matter what?? Idk I’m just having quackity brainrot and just want to hold his stupid hand and for him to tell me I’m cute 😪

Hell yes! More love for Big Q!! Warning for use of the small bit of Spanish I know and have heard from Quackity speaking and interacting with JSchlatt so I do deeply apologize if something is wrong, and feel free to correct me! Enjoy~!

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Quackity watched you look yourself over every which way before sighing dejectedly. No matter what angle you looked at yourself in the mirror with you still saw that same lump on your chest. Even if it was hidden by your binder, you still couldn't help but focus on it.

A firm set of hands came to rest on your shoulders. You made eye contact with your boyfriend's good eye in the reflection. "You're overthinking again guapito," Alexis coos, hands sliding down your sides. "You gotta focus on the bigger picture here."

Quackity rests his chin on your shoulder now, knocking his head lightly into yours. He always said it was a thing he picked up from his time with Schlatt, but you knew it as something the two of you had. "What do you mean 'the bigger picture' Q?" you asked, still nuzzling your head against his.

He pulls away abruptly, spinning you so that you look him face on. "You're a man right?" he asks. You look away, but the casino owner is quick to get a firm grip on your jaw and have you make eye contact again. "Right? That's what you know you are right?"

You nod, not backing away as he lets his hand fall. "Then that's all I need baby," he hums. "That's all you need and that's all anyone needs to know."

You watch as Quackity starts to walk away but motions for you to follow. "I can tell you've been thinking about that a lot lately mi novio," he explains, leading you into the big walk-in closet the two of you share. It's mostly his stuff, but you didn't have that much to begin with. "So I went ahead and put in a special little order."

The duck hybrid hands you a clothing bag on a hanger and steps back, watching you with an expectant eye. You look between him and the bag before unzipping it. It's a suit; one tailored to your own proportions and that would match his own for when Las Nevadas was fully ready to open.

"You like it?" he asks. You look up to see him rocking back and forth slightly on his feet, a sign of genuine nervousness in him. You can't help but beam and launch yourself forward.

"I fucking love it!" You screech, careful in your bear hug to avoid your lover's sensitive wings. Quackity gives you a big grin, showing off his golden tooth.

"Good, I knew you would," he lies, previous worry gone from his features. "Make sure it fits though amor, opening day isn't far away." You nod eagerly and press your forehead to his.

"Thank you Alex," you sigh, dysphoria practically melting away in his hold. "I love you so much."

Quackity hums softly, pecking your head again. "Te amo, guapito."

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[just-my-fandom]

Rocky Road P1 (JJ Maybank x Routeledge! Reader)

This is a test chapter. If it gets the attention I want it to, we’ll continue. If not, this will be the only chapter, mainly because of the time each chapter takes since each episode ranges between 40 to 50 minutes.

Chapter 1

Word count: 3,538

Summary; After a hurricane, John B, Y/N, JJ, Pope, and Kiara plunge headlong into danger and adventure when they find a mysterious sunken wreck.

Pairing(s); John B Routledge x Twin Sister! Reader, JJ Maybank x Girlfriend! Reader, Pope and Kiara x Best Friend! Reader

Tag list; Currently None.

“We’re the Pogues, and our misson this summer is to have a good time, all the time,”

“That’s what, a three-story fall to the deck?” The dark male at the bottom of the house, Pope Heyward, looks up at the brunette boy balancing on the roof before him, “I give you a one-in-three chance of survival,”

John B hums in thought, licking his finger before raising it to the sky, allowing the wind to hit said finger, “Should I do it?”

“Yeah,” A girl with (hair/color) locks and warm, (skin/tone) skin dangles her legs from the roof next to her twin brother, body leant up against the blonde male beside her, “You should definitely jump,”

“I’ll shoot you on the way down,” Pope promises, raising the staple gun in his hand so John B raised his eyebrows, pointing two fingers in a gun motion,

“They’re gonna have Japanese toilets with towe warmers,” A female with dark hair and dark skin climbs out of the unfinished home, looking up at her group of friends, “This used to be a turtle habitat, but, who cares about the turtles, I guess?”

“I care about the turtles, Kiara,” You fake a small pout to your best friend, reaching a hand over the railing to grab her fingers and squeeze,

“Can you please not kill yourself?” Kiara looks up and squints at your brother,

“Don’t spill that beer!” JJ calls up, one arm draped at your shoulders as the other raises his can to his lips, “I’m not giving you another one,”

On cue, John B lets out a curse as the beer can slips from his fingers, dropping and clashing onto the porch of the unfinished home beneath him,

“Smooth,” Kiara mumbles, looking over at a distant shout,

“Hey, uh, security’s here,” Pope states, and you clap your hands, sliding beneath the railing to jump down next to Kiara, JJs hand tapping your back thigh in a motion for you to start running,

“Boys are early today,” John B hops down, feet taking off into a sprint,

Your lips pull into a grin as you follow after your twin brother, pushing past shelves and jumping over paint cans through the constructed house,

“Hey, Gary!” You call, skidding past the older, bigger man, “No hugs for you today!”

You giggle as JJs hands lift your hips to raise you above the gate, his body dropping next to you before his hand takes yours and squeezes, allowing you to hop into the van before he follows after you, laughing,

“Hey, there’s Gary!” Pope calls, JJ leaning out the vans door to hold out a beer can to Gary’s running figure,

“You’re so close! You can do it, there you go!” With a toss, JJ watches the can hit Gary upside the head, “They don’t pay you enough, bro,”

“Okay, that’s enough,” You snort, tugging JJ into the van so the door shut, JJs body dropping next to yours with an excited breath of rushed adrenaline.

“The Outer Banks, Paradise on Earth. It’s the sort of place you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island,”

“Alright, this is Figure Eight, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks. So guess where we don’t live. And then this is the South Side, or the Cut. Home of the working class who make a living busing tables, natural habit of, drumroll please,”

“The Pogues,”

You lift up the hook to the HMS Pogue, turning to shield the sun from your eyes with your hand. Moving across the boat, you move into where the steering wheel took place, JJ looking at you past his sunglasses and sliding a hand to your bare back,

“That’s Y/N,” John B introduces, “My twin sister and my pain in the ass. Or, blue bird as our father used to call her. Y/N is our mom of the group, somehow keeps us stable and in check from getting arrested three or four times a day,”

“And that’s JJ. My best friend since the third grade. He’s about as local as they come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water. Best surfer I know. Just, don’t tell him I said that,”

You yelp as your body drops into the water, awaiting for the wave above you to settle before rising above the surface. You snort, JJ stepping off his board playfully so he landed beside you with a hard splash,

“Together they’re known as Outer Banks’ OTP, as Kiara puts it. Been together since seventh grade and still going strong. Of course even with JJ as my best friend, I still gotta hand his ass to himself sometimes,”

“Don’t even get me started on micro plastic,” Sitting at the bonfire, Kiara is quick to shove John B away from the choke hold he puts her in,

“And that’s Kiara, or Kie, as we call her. When she’s not saving turtles or getting a dolphin tattoo with Y/N, she hangs out with us. I’m not really sure why, though. Pope thinks she’s secretly madly in love with my sister and uses us to get to her, but, I can’t see Y/N leaving JJ for even Chris Hemsworth, and that’s saying something,”

“And that’s Pope, the brains of the operation, finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship, and the smartest person I know. His fathers this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get for you,”

“So, that’s my crew,”

“John, Y/N, it’s come to our attention that you both are unemancipated minors living on your own,” The social worker in front of you at her desk sighs,

“No,” You and John B instantly respond, sharing glances before you grimace, “No,”

“I need honesty to help you,” The woman responds, eyebrow raised, “That’s what we want, right?”

“Yeah,” You nod, shrugging, “But we’re being honest,”

“Okay,” The woman leans back, “When was the last time either of you spoke to your uncle,”

You look at your wrist- with no watch- glancing at John B who shifts in his seat, “Uh, thirty-four minutes ago,”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

John B looks at you this time. “Two hours and,” You pause, “Fourty-three minutes ago?”

“Kids, we’re gonna come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle,” The worker sighs, again, “If he’s not there, we’re gonna move forward with foster care,”

You exhale a sharp breath, hand running down your face.

“Keep an eye for Hurricane Agatha. She’s coming hard and heavy tonight,”

“No phone service?” John B groans as he raises to his feet, body heavy with sleep. His finger flicks the light switch. Nothing. “No power?”

John B exits his bedroom to depart to the living area. On the pull out couch, laid his sister and best friend. While you laid on your back, breaths even, JJ laid on his stomach, arm draped across your tank-top covered chest with his head beside yours,

“Yo, JJ,” John B calls, hand smacking JJs upper back so JJs head snapped up, his movement startling you to lift your own head, “You been outside?”

“I have polio, bro,” JJ mumbles, lips pressed to your shoulder, “I can’t walk,”

You heave a laugh, turning to curl into JJ so his arm slid around your hip and pulled you closer. You finally heave a breath, pulling away from JJ so he moaned in protest, your grin tired as you grab his hand and pull him up with you,

“Agatha did some work, huh?” JJ calls out to John B in the front yard, leaning against the open screen door with a found beer in his hand, and looking at the time, you choose not to scold him for his choice of drink as soon as he woke up,

“Yeah she did,” John B hums, tossing a branch off the boat that was brought out to shore.

“C’mon,” You call, pulling your tank top off so you were left in the bikini you fell asleep in, “Gods telling us to fish,”

“What do we have here?” You lift a hand to shield your eyes, watching Pope turn to look at you from his deck,

“We have a safety meeting,” John B calls, hand at his shoulder in a fake walkie-talkie, “Attendance mandatory,”

“Cant, Pops got me on lockdown,” Pope frowns, JJ scoffing,

“Your dads a pussy, over,”

“Oh I heard that, you little bastard,” Heyward snaps, and you raise your chin with a smile,

“We need your son,”

“And hurricane days a free day,” JJ reminds,

“Who the hell made that up?” Heyward questions, and you furrow your brows in pretend thought,

“Pentagon, I think,” You grin, “We have security clearance,”

“You think I’m stupid?” Heyward questions, stepping forward when Pope drops the hose in his hand and lunges off the porch, landing on the HMS boat with a stumble so your arm wrapped around his shoulders, laughing,

“When you get back, you gonna clean your dirty ass room!” Heyward demands, as you wave, “And I don’t like your friends!”

“Hello, princess,” You lean on the edge of the boat, smiling dreamily at Kiara as she moves to the edge of her boat deck. You extend a hand, helping her step down before turning to look at JJ,

“One day, she’s going to take you from me, I know it,” JJ pouts, and you smirk, leaning sideways so your lips pecked his,

“Nah, I like blondes more,” You grin against his mouth, JJs hand coming up to cup the back of your neck,

“Take your beer before I barf,” Kiara cuts, shoving two beer bottles between you so you leaned back and took one, narrowing your eyes,

“Okay, okay,” JJ stands up, popping the top to his bottle and moving to stand on the edge, “I got this,”

“No, you tried this six thousand times and you failed every time,” You remind, leaning back so the beer that missed his mouth flew past you, John B groaning in disgust.

You reach up to tug at JJs shorts in an attempt to pull him back down, the sudden jerk of the boat forcing JJ off the ledge, your body lurching forward so you hit the edge of the boat- hard- groaning at the pain in your muscles,

“Pope, what the hell?” John B calls, as you lift you head, watching JJ resurface from the water,

“J, you okay?”

“I think my heels touched the back of my head,”

Pope snorts, stepping up, face dropping as he looks down into the water, “Guys,”

“What?” You finally sit up, following your gaze so you cursed, “Holy shit, there’s a boat,”

“No way,” Kiara moves next to you, “Holy shit,” She repeats, “There is,”

John B tugs off his shirt, your legs leading you off the edge so you dropped into the water beside JJ, hand over your nose.

Sure as shit, a boat. An expensive one, that is. Rising for air, you watch your friends talk all at once in hysterics for your finding,

“Did you see that?” JJ calls to everyone, Kiara nodding with a short, “Yeah, I did,”

“That’s a Grady White,” JJ swims up to the HMS boat, heaving himself up before twisting and taking your hand, “A new one of those is like five hundred Gs, easy,”

“That’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge,” John B states, as you twist the water out of your hair, “Maybe it hit the jetty or something,”

“You surfed the surge?” Kiara asks, roughly, and you squint your eyes with a grin

“You didn’t?”

“Do we know whose boat that is?” Pope asks, heaving a breath of air from how long he held it underwater,

“No, but we’re about to find out,” John B picks up the anchor, saluting you before he jumps back off the boat, allowing the weight of the anchor to pull him down.

He comes back up in short time, hand raising to show you the yellow key in his hand, “I found this motel key,”

“A key,” Your smile drops into irritation, pushing away from the edge to sit down, the adrenaline quick to leave your system,

“Yes, a key, Y/N,” John B lifts himself up,

“Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard,” Kiara states, as the boat begins to speed off, “Maybe we’ll get a finders fee,”

“Yeah and not work all summer,” You hum, letting the wind blow dry your hair, “Maybe we should just go find out ourselves. Go to this motel, does it have a name?”

You reach out, taking the key from John B and reading the name before handing it back, “Let’s go lady and gents,”

A sharp whistle, and you look up at the damaged motel, “I thought the Chateau looked bad,” You raise to stand up, waiting for the boat to stop on the edge of the grass before hopping off, “Kie, Pope, keep a lookout,”

“Shouldn’t you stay here?” Kiara asks, eyes glancing to JJ jumping beside you,

“Are you kidding?” You grin, JJs arm sliding around your shoulders before he points up to the motel,

“Let me take you on a tour, sweetheart,” He teases, pulling you towards the steps with John B quick behind you,

“Just be so careful, John B,” JJ turns to grab John Bs jaw, mocking Kiaras demand to your twin brother,

“God, you’re so weird,” John B shoved him away, JJ scoffing as he looks at you,

“What was that about?” He asks your brother,

“I don’t know, maybe she wants us to be careful,” John B protests, and you roll your eyes,

“Or maybe Kiara loves you,” You tease, sliding your own arm around JJs torso as you walked in sync, “Come on, big brother, Kiara totally likes you,”

“If Kiara likes anyone it’s you, babe,” JJ states, “C’mon, we all know she’s secretly gay for you,”

“Maybe,” You hum, grinning as he removes his arm to send a light knock to the door on the key,

“Housekeeping,” He speaks in a high-pitch voice, receiving no answer,

John B unlocks the door, and you pear over JJs shoulder, body slumping in disappointment at the empty, boring hotel room,

“Check the bag,” John B orders, JJ unzipping it, “See if there’s a name on there somewhere,”

“Nope,” You lift the jacket on the stool, “No name,”

John B kneels down, your eyes watching as he pressed random buttons on the safe, “John, try this,” You hold out the sticky note with numbers, and he hums in thanks,

The safe opens with a short hiss, John B cheering out a small “yay” as he pulls it wide,

“Whoa,” You mutter, watching John B pull out a wad of cash and a small hand gun, “Holy shit,”

“What?” JJ steps up, instantly taking the gun and grinning,

“Put the gun back,” John B hisses, raising to his feet, “JJ, seriously!”

“This is a fucking spend gatt, man. Just... bam! Bam!” JJ pretends to shoot, your eyes snapping to the door upon hearing keys,

“Guys- cops!” You hiss, JJ looking at you before following John B to the window,

“Get it open,” John B presses, and the window opens wide, “Go,” You move out and onto the small roof under the window. JJ is quick to follow after, body pressing you against the side of the motel beside the window,

“Can they see us?” You whisper yell, JJs head barely shaking as he turns his head, silently staring at John B on the other side of the window,

A moments pause, JJs hand suddenly dropping the gun in his grip so it clattered off the roof and into the grass. Your jaw clenched as JJ presses himself harder against you, arms tight around your waist so you were nearly invisible to the window,

“You should have forgotten the stupid gun,” You hiss, lowly, JJ shushing you as his eyes flick between yours, then tilts his head to look at John B again. Your head leans forward into JJs chest, eyes watching in terror as Chief Shoupe peered out the window, then leaned away back into the motel room,

Your eyes flutter shut in relief, JJs hands loosening at your hips as your head leans back against the wall, looking back up to meet his gaze, “You’re an idiot,”

“Well that was fun,” JJ comments fifteen minutes later, your body laid across the front of the HMS Pogue, “Could have warned us sooner though,”

“We would have, except Pope was on the math team,” Kiara comments, showing Pope had failed to throw a rock at the window to alarm you,

“You were on the math team?” You glance at Pope, who rolls his eyes,

“The cops took everything like it was a crime scene,” John B speaks up,

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope questions, JJ raising his head before his hands, showing off the gun and the wad of cash,

“Dude, why take that from a crime scene?” Kiara hisses, and your eyes squint as Pope begins to panic about losing his scholarship,

“So it turns out, Scooter is the Grady White owner,” Pope shows up at the Chateau an hour later, pacing in front of you curled in the corner chair, JJ in the recline beside you, “We need to have total and complete amnesia,”

“For once, Popes right,” JJ speaks up, hand leaving your thigh to stand up, “See, I agree with you sometimes, deny, deny, deny,”

“Guys, we can’t keep that money,” Kiara speaks, and you lift your head off your hand,

“I agree with Kiara,” You nod, “We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs,”

“I agree,” John B echoes, and you raise your eyebrows at your twin brother, “This dude has never had more than forty bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden he has a Grady White?” John B raises his hands, stepping into the house, “Just sayin’,”

Keggers. A party that brings Tourons, Pogues, and Kooks all together, somehow. They always seem to end with a fight, though. The one thing you looked forward to.

Except when it’s your own idiots who start the fight.

“Did I offer this to you?” JJ raises his eyebrows along with the red solo cup, blue eyes harsh on Topper, the Kook princess’ boyfriend, “Didn’t think so, run along,”

In swift motions, Topper has smacked the beer into JJs face, JJ has lunged at Topper, and within seconds, Topper is drowning John B in the ocean and JJ is shooting a gun into the air.

“That’s enough!” Your shout silences the group. Huh. Okay. “Kooks, onto your side, Pogues!” You jab a finger towards Pope pulling John B up, “Let’s fucking go,”

“Youre not still mad at me, are you?”

Your eyes shift over to the blonde next to you. Hair blowing in the wind, your mind runs over last night events. Today’s event- John B searching the Grady White using stolen scuba gear,

“You brought out a gun, at a party,” You remind, head tilted to look at him,

“Okay, I was saving your brothers ass, just so you know,” JJ leans back, and your eyes run over his face, wide,

“My brother wouldn’t have almost been drowned if you weren’t arguing with Topper,” You protest, voice snipping, “So don’t bring this around on him,”

“Guys,” Kiara cuts, your eyes narrowing in irritation as you look at her, “Someone’s following us,”

“There’s two of them,” Pope squints, staring at the two figures on the boat behind, “And one of thems got a gun- holy shit!”

JJ is quick to grab your arm and tug you into him, free hand grabbing the edge of the boat as you drop onto the floor of said boat, your eyes wide in alert,

“Holy shit guys!” Kiara panics, your eyes pinching shut as JJs hand slid up to your head, his own lifting to look over at the two men shooting constant bullets,

“Damn it, move,” Kiara steps over Pope, picking up the fishing next piled at your feet,

“Kiara, get down!” You squeak, eyes tearing as she threw the net, cutting the second boats engine so John B is able to steer away,

“Oh my god,” You panic, sitting up as JJ follows, his hand sliding from your shoulder to your hip to check for any injuries,

“Okay okay okay. Can you please open the bag? We almost died over this shit,”

You kneel down in front of John B opening the bag, pulling out a container that held a compass,

“Great,” Pope steps back, shaking his head, “We found a compass,”

Your brows furrow as you take the compass, flicking it open so your eyes widened and looked up at John B,

“Dude, what?” JJ asks, “It’s not worth anything,”

“This was dads,” You exhale, throat suddenly tight as JJs face fell and his eyes searched your face, “This- this is dads compass, John B,”

John Bs eyes raise to yours, then up to the group behind you.

Could Big John still be alive?

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