#You can sometimes catch them walking around together but they mostly go on their own ways

[damianito]

"The Shikanoin twins? They're one of the kindest people you'll ever meet, but don't let that fool you into thinking they are weak, I heard that they can easily bring the storms of the seas onto the land."

[lcriedlastnight]

Ok so I got a request pls 🙏 🥹

Maybe Oscar's or Max Fs sister and Lando with the prompt "I'm your lockscreen?" - "you weren't supposed to see that"

I hope that's enough if not I can come up with a longer one

no this is so prefect! i love this so much!

tw: fem!reader, swear, lmk if you want me to add anything.

w/c: 933

max was a great brother. he was a little protective but overall he was the best. he had gone round all of his friends, every time he made a new one, telling them you were strictly off limits.

of course this also applied to lando, too. no matter how rich they were, or how famous or how pretty they were. yeah, you maybe had fallen victim to lando norris' charm. you had no idea what it was because he literally had no game, what so ever. you just thought he was cute, it made you feel like a teenager with a crush on your brother's best friend. half of it being true.

you had been looking forward to max's birthday celebrations, not to celebrate his birthday. no but to see his pretty, curly-haired best friend. you had not been this excited in a while. it was a little embarrassing but you just played it off like you were excited to be with your brother. maybe you were a little excited to see him too, you had not actually seen him in a while as he was almost just as bad as lando with being all around the world all the time. you were jealous, you always wanted to travel.

you arrive at max's house just after lando does. you two are the only guests that have arrived so far. seeing as max had asked you both to come a little earlier to help him prepare that did not surprise you. you do not even bother knocking, instead you just walk inside and announce aloud that you were here. you hear a muffled shout from the other room- well two muffled shouts to be exact, alerting you that both boys were in the kitchen. lando's laugh could be heard from a mile away.

max greets you as soon as he notices your presence while lando just stands in place, grinning like a fool. you do not understand him sometimes but you smile back at him anyways, never one to be impolite.

"hi. what exactly do you need help with, max?" you asked, setting your things on the counter so you could help him with the getting ready prospect of the party.

an hour later and you wished you had never bothered responding to your brothers desperate text messages last night, pleading you to come help him set up. both boys had ended up slacking so you had put mostly everything together. max complained "why should i have to set up? it's my birthday." but lando was quick to humble him, "you're the one who decided to throw a last minute party in your own house."

after a lot of of complaining from both boys, they eventually did end up pulling their weight and once all the balloons and banners were set up to max's liking he gave both you and lando the go ahead to begin getting ready. unfortunately because you knew you were getting ready at max's you had to haul a heavy bag full of your makeup and outfit options for the night in a tote bag. on the bright side though, lando offered to carry it up stairs for you and you got to see the way his muscles bulged as he strained to carry the bag.

for some reason lando had refused to leave your side as you got ready, claiming it was relaxing to watch you get ready. how you did not know this boy was down bad for you was unbelievable. he literally offered to let you play music on his phone while yours charged on the opposite side of the room. he watched on with a pretty smile as you scroll through his liked songs on spotify, trying to find the one that sets the mood of how you were currently feeling getting ready.

lando makes small talk as he lays on the guest bed behind you, just catching up with you really, as you follow the steps in your makeup routine. the song catches you off guard but you physically recoil as it plays. "i fucking hate this song!" you exclaim, the pre-game drinks settling in a little. you tap lando's phone screen to change the song when you catch a glimpse at his phone screen. it was a glimpse because it faded to black before you could really study it. you did not need more than a glimpse to recognise your face staring back at you.

"i'm your lock screen?" you ask lando. you turn to face him on the bed, you can see the panic in his eyes as your words register in his mind.

"what?" he laughs lunging for his phone like that would do anything. the damage was done now. you had seen the picture. there was no going back. "that's not- uh."

you smirk as lando tries and fails to dig himself out this.

"you weren't supposed to see that." lando blushes a little. it is the first time you have ever seen lando blush. you suppress the urge to grab your own phone and snap a picture of him, all pink cheeked and starry eyed. maybe you would make it your lock screen.

"it's fine. it's cute. now i want you as my lock screen." you smile at him desperately wanting to calm his nerves. lando just grins at you.

you had then made it that night's mission to take the cutest picture of lando to set as your own lock screen. you succeeded but not without a mouthful from max on what the fuck you thought you were doing.

[burstinn]

Male reader with absolutely Fucking Huge Tits.

(headcanons!)

People shown: Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Price, Keegan, König, Horangi, Graves, Alejandro, Rudy

I felt silly I was high and it's funny jwjsjsnsw ew endnsndndnd.

Didn't think my first post would get that much attention but.. Anyways.. Yay?

You have fucking big moobs.. Huge male tits.. Fucking succulent ass Cherries

You are a guy. And lucky for you, You have the most plump, ungodly monumental tremendous tits ever. Ofcourse you had the build to support your huge tits.. But your tits were the most eye catching.

When you first joined 141 or Kortac or whateevveer....Man holy shit they went fuckin wild. Like they weren't even trying to hide that they were blatantly looking at your capacious boobs.

Soap

- he was the first to yell like some Scottish words for Holy shit when you landed out from the Heli showing off your stupendous balloons

- he would be the first to be staring with no shame

-he would also be the first to ask if he could squeeze them.

-he would ask you how the hell you got your mighty melons. And he would ask you if it's possible for you to lactate.

- idk he'd bark..

- if you were to sex. He would lick, slurp your hoo Haas

-Would see if he can make you lactate

-makes you wear a bra. Freaky

- continues to play with your dongdongs after your very amazing activity gently

Gaz

- His eyes went wide.. Probably did the shocked guy face with hands on his head when he saw you

- face red no eye contact trying to not look at your mammoth sized Quadruple D breasts

- secretly staring but it's so obvious he's staring especially when your running laps.. Yknow yknow boobie flaps go up and down Fr fr

- one day when you guys were alone together he probably went down on his knees.. Begging to let him touch and squeeze your boobies.

-If you were to do the devils tango.. Also bite marks.. And licks.. More gently but desperately.

Ghost

- eyes wide under mask. Is confused how a dude could get those unwieldy lofty ass TITTS.

- also secretly staring. Less to zero obviousness.

- wants to ask as well to touch your bazongas but he's to scared.

- you caught him staring once and he immediately looks away. So like the amazing man you are you asked him if he wants to hold your tatas.

-he nodded obviously.

-you doing the nasty? He's rough. No mercy to idk your whole body. Especially your gazongals.

-boob fucking.

-bruises hickeys bites everywhere. Mostly on your GadonkGadonks.

- he would bury his head on the middle of your Tits... It's like a pillow.

Price

- Suprised and impressed. Idk why he's still shocked everytime he sees you walking around

- looking sometimes. But more respectful

-you need too ask him first if he wants to hold your beach balls.

- if you do wrestling in bed. Loving duhh. Lovingly and softly suckling your Rounder Pounders.

- also buries his head on your moob boobs

- Would probably just call you in his office sometimes just so he can use your Boobs as a pillow.

-His beard tickles.. Hmm.

Keegan

- Awooga

-Pointing at it then looks back at someone then looking back at you then looking back at someone.. Then back and forth

-Takes pictures

- you were standing in front of him talking then he just suddenly.. Grabbed your Bazonkers.

-Takes more pictures. Has its own folder just for your mountainous front moons.

- Roleplay sex that involves fucking your boobs Intensity varies

König

- Blushing under mask

-is also a proud owner of plump tits. But he's afraid of yours.

-Also YOU need to be the one to ask as well if he wants a squeeze.

- compare boob sizes.

- rough but gentle RAAAAA. Would ask before doing anything to you doingloings

-Rubs your tats together

- ask before taking pictures.. Shows it to Horangi

- Sometimes he would just stare blankly at you before he just.. Squeezes your knockers..

-He immediately gets red and apologizes red faced from shame and embarrassment.

-When you told him you don't mind and it's okay.. He gets relaxed.

-Now he would just pull you into closets just so he could ask you to caress your man tiddies even though he doesn't need to.

-You caress his too. It's like a ritual.

Horangi

- starts laughing in shock and interest and is also impressed

- Also Staring no shame. But it's less obvious because of his shades

-Asks if your tits are implants..

- Would ask König for pics of your Cupcakes.

- Constant slapping of your boobers.

- jokes about your Honkers..

-Loves Your Honkers but also jealous. He wants big buggers as well :((

- Starts drawing on them. Non permanent colorful markers

-would dress it up as well. Putting glasses.. His sunglasses a mustache..

-would purposely smudge food on your Clonkers and He would say some shit like

'Sorry let me clean that up' and starts licking fr

Graves

- Soldier what the fuck he would say or something.

- Don't get distracted.. Gets distracted.

-Makes you purposefully fight/ train/ spar with him.. Make him discreetly hit or touch your award winning rounders

-If you confront him about it. He will probably say a half assed sorry. Look at you like some pissy bitch for forgiveness.

-Forgiveness being you let him do the bed rolling sweat inducing activity with you.

- Please PLEAASE let him picture it during your seeexx

- Shows it off. Of course he will. Who?

His shadows duh

-compliments your hooters frequently

Also makes jokes with his shadows

-Got sad once and dragged you away from whatever you were doing. And just used you as a pillow and cried.

- If most or all His Shadows are stressed or frustrated from a mission they all gettin in a single file line. And they get to caress touch YOUR FUCKING GARGANTUAN GAZOONKAS one minute each.

-Graves is last because.. He's doing more than just caressing your boobs...

Alejandro

- any Spanish nicknames to refer to your boobs that you don't know of

- Flirting.

- Conspicuous staring..Starts ranting to Rudy about how much he wants to hold your teacups. He's passionate about it to.

- Manages to get the balls with the help of Rudy.. To ask to hold your chest footballs.

- is gentle at first before he looses it and starts squeezing it and roughly touching. Until you made a very audible noise of hurt or discomfort

-Apologizes.. Buys you literally everything just so you can forgive him. On his knees saying sorry in Spanish.

- Praises your body

Rudy

- Just as thirsty as Alejandro. Just more shy and respectful.

- When Alejandro starts confessing to him how much he wants to touch your chests.. He reciprocated and also tell Ale how much he likes your Moobies.

- Sharing. Both sharing. Alejandro touching your left Rudy on the right.

- If Rudy is touching you. If you even shift on what he thinks is a sign of uncomfortability.. Will say sorry.. For weeks.. Even months.

- Will never forget it. Even though you probably did and assured him that it wasn't a sign of anything. Avoided you for a few days out shame.

-Also apologizes for avoiding you.

- Also Praises your body.

[shaunamilfman]

Being the Captain of the Rival Team HC's

pairing: Jackie Taylor x reader

Jackie hadn't really paid you much attention the first time she saw you. She knew of you, of course, having played your team before, but she'd never really seen you individually. That was, of course, till Shauna fouls you ten minutes into the game and she has to come talk to you. It's love at first sight for Jackie as you lie dazed on the ground with a bloody nose. 

Jackie trying to trash talk you, but being abysmally bad at it. She's not all that skilled at it to begin with, too nice at heart, but she's somehow impossibly worse. She leaves all of those confrontations wincing as she realizes she just showered you in compliments badly disguised as insults. Shauna's in hysterics about it, which certainly doesn't help her mood about it. Huffing all the way back. 

Nearly trips over the ball while warming up because she can't take her eyes off of you. Tai comes marching across the field to yell at her about it and Jackie's just scoffing and glancing around because she can't meet her eyes. 

When it comes to the actual game, trust that she will be playing at absolute peak performance. She's competitive enough as it is before you add in a newly realized desire to impress you. Glances over at you to see how you're reacting every time she makes an impressive play during the game. 

Jackie visibly deflates any time you're substituted out. It's hard to justify staring at you all game if you're not actually on the field, after all. 

Keeps trying to find excuses to linger by your locker room after the game so she can catch you after the game. She walked over with the intention to talk shit, but is too afraid of hurting your feelings after your team loses so badly that she ends up just flirting with you instead. 

Stalking your Instagram during halftime and accidentally likes a picture from two years ago. You just vaguely hear an embarrassed “OH MY GOD!” coming vaguely from the Yellowjacket’s locker room. 

Jackie studies your play style more intensely than anyone else's, telling herself it's just for strategy, but knowing deep down it's because it's you. 

Jackie nearly skipping out of the bus on game day because she knows she gets to see you. Talked Shauna's ear off the whole ride there about how annoying (hot), and irritating (distracting), you are. 

You run into each other at a mutual friends party (Jackie crashed it because she asked around till she found one you'd be at) and finally get to have a real conversation. 

Jackie keeps subtly trying to see what college you're going to because she keeps daydreaming about playing on the same team together. She's put some serious thought into how the two of you could complement each other's play styles, but she mostly just imagines kissing you after a win. 

Shows up at your home games to cheer you on when it doesn't conflict with the Yellowjacket’s own standing. All your teammates are like “isn't that…?” and you just shake your head and turn away. She shows up with a sign with your name on it next time so she can wave it around. World’s biggest fan for your mostly mediocre soccer team. 

Finally asking Jackie to hang out sometime and her ass shows up with a soccer ball. 

Off the field, she's a lot more playful and confident when she talks to you. There's something about the uniform that just makes her so nervous. Jackie keeps teasing you about whatever member of your team is the worst. She's laughing hysterically talking about how one of them had tripped over the bench and brought half your team to the ground. You finally get annoyed and walk off and she's just chasing behind you like “wait!”

Having to deal with Jackie's irrational jealousy when she so much as sees you breathing in the direction of the opposing team captain whenever you play. Huffing and puffing because you had to say “good game” to the pretty captain you've never met before. 

Winning a game against a different team with a patented Jackie Taylor play and she's losing her mind on the bleachers. By the time she finds you after the game, she's practically vibrating with excitement. 

Jackie smiles for almost the entirety of a game because she catches you cheering for her in the bleachers after she scores a goal. She insists that it makes her a better player. 

She makes such a big deal out of choosing between her team and you when really no one even gives her a hard time about it but Tai. The seasons already ended for your team and Jackie's just out here trying to live out her Romeo and Juliet fantasy. 

Jackie insists that you have to kiss her before states or else she's going to lose. It's a good luck charm and not at all an excuse to kiss you, obviously. 

[deadghosy]

Mattheo, Theodore, Lorenzo x male reader (Group/poly)

Where they’re werewolves? — super protective & scenting their mate all the time

WEREWOLF! MATTHEO, THEODORE & LORENZO X MALE! READER

You didn’t know how this happened. All you did was be yourself around your housemates in Slytherin. Not knowing 3 of them were werewolves, and now. You’re their mate. Their scent all over you, always are around you. They look like bodyguards as mattheo and Theodore are by your side while as Lorenzo is behind you when walking to class or anywhere.

Some might say you are very protected, which is true. Your boys love you well to the point they get kinda aggressive when they deem someone as a threat to the relationship the four of you have. Mattheo almost got a boy into a coma, all because the student didn’t “back off”. Theodore goes with verbal abuse and confrontation. He knows how to scare people away. And then there’s Lorenzo who’s a devil in disguise. Doing small little curses at the person. Making them go crazy.

Sometimes you can’t even catch your own breath around those 3. When relaxing in the common room, mattheo is on your left, Theodore is on your right, and Lorenzo is just sitting in front of your legs and in between them. His head leaning back so you could scratch his scalp. The boys are always begging for you to scratch their scalp. The way you do it just makes them wanna claim you all over again.

When you scratch mattheo, his head is all in your neck. Pressing soft kisses, he’ll even do small nips at it as he rubs your hips. For when you scratch Theodore, his tall body is leaning down on you. Making you having to lay on something as Theodore is literally rubbing his face in your neck. Masking his scent again on you over, and over. Lorenzo is slightly tamed as he just smile while giving your wrist soft kisses. Your boys love you very well.

Sometimes you play little jokes on them. Mattheo would try to find you when you had sprayed your fragrance you use a lot on a hoodie so you can trick the riddle werewolf that you were in your room. When really you were outside in the yard. Mattheo found you an hour later and was absolutely touch starved. Immediately hugging you and kissing your face with those beautiful eyes of his tracking your whole body to make sure you were okay.

Lorenzo is practically the most softest of them all. He’s the one who follows you the most. Rubbing your stomach when lying down together, holding your hands.

And when the full moon hits. They can’t help but transform into their wolves and lick your hands and face. Their licks to your face is basically kisses as they try to speak only to growl in admiration at how you aren’t scared of them. Mattheo is a dark wolf, Theodore is a mixture of light brown and brown fur, and Lorenzo is just a bright brown color. So you’re lucky to know which one is which.

Right as of now, you are in what muggles call a dog pile. Lorenzo is on your stomach, mattheo is on your right, and Theodore is on your left. Cuddling you with their body heat as the slight broken heater in your room was heating it up against the cold night. Lorenzo was half asleep as he just cuddled deeper against your belly. Sometimes Lorenzo had “urges” deeper than the other boys surprisingly. Mattheo was playing with your fingers as Theodore was playing with your hair. “Darling..when is the next moon?” Lorenzo asks, his voice a little husky from drowsiness. You took a deep breath in and look over at the calendar.

“Oh my…it’s tonight…” you say, sitting up a little as your boys groaned annoyed. They hated turning into wolves. More or so reasons because they can’t hold you properly or ki ss you properly. They find it mostly annoying how you baby them when they pamper you so much in their regular form.

“I hate it..” Lorenzo said. Nuzzling his messy bed hair against your stomach before pouting up at you. “I know dear.” You said with a soft voice. You started to scratch his scalp, making him let out a sigh of relief. Your two boys only relaxed in your presence. Minutes passed and they could feel themselves wanting to transform.

“Can I kiss you before we transform?”

“Could I still lay on you??”

“Can I hug you right now?”

Questions were just thrown out in the air. You weren’t overwhelmed of course, just thrown off at how quick your boys wanted you before they transformed. You kissed mattheo gently, you let Theodore hug you. His dark wood scent clinging into you. And you nodded yes to Lorenzo who smiled still. Just happy to stay lay on you. Again, a few minutes pass and mattheo is the first one to transform. His dark black fur covering your eyes of Theodore and Lorenzo following suit. Now you felt a wolf’s nose on your stomach. Whimpering as Theodore and mattheo just snuggle into your arms.

“Awww Lorenzo..it’s just for tonight love.” You say that but the poor werewolf has his ears pushed back. It seems mattheo is laughing at the other werewolf. Because Theodore then smacks the dark wolf with his paw. Making mattheo growl a little. “Hey! No fighting on my bed you gits.” You give them a pointed look. Making your three boys nuzzle against you.

They licked your face, making you giggle. Your giggle made it even more known at how sweet and apiece you were and are to them.

They are your boys.

[popironrye]

The Lost Boys

Leisure Headcanons

💋 David 💋

Is a skilled fire arm shooter. (Loves the cowboy aesthetic)

Has his own gun hidden in the cave.

Doesn't get the chance too often, but will ride a horse when the chance arises.

Likes wood carving. Mostly non specific whittling into basic shapes or animals. It helps him relax.

Movie nut! When the boys go the Max's store to fool around, David makes sure to tuck a movie or two that catches his eye in his coat. Tends to watch them alone, all the questions from Paul would just grate on his nerves too much.

I imagine David would be like REALLY good at origami for no particular reason. He doesn't even try, just once the boys do it just because and he's just the best at it.

I don't know if vampires can emerge in water in the lost boys lore, but if they can David loves to swim. Chilling in water clears his mind.

💀 Dwayne 💀

Skater boi! Does a lot of sick tricks, but when you can levitate it's less impressive. XD

Doesn't care for guns, but likes archery. Hammers his own arrow heads. Dwayne and David like to pick a spot in the woods to shoot make shift targets.

A real book worm. Will spend a lot of time just silently reading for hours.

Takes up knitting from time to time. He prefers hand knitted blankets and throws rather then the store ones.

Likes to make jewelry. Made his own necklace.

Enjoys all types of puzzles. Cross word, jigsaw, and brain teasers.

Can sew and offers to sew up holes made in all the clothes the boys decide not to get new ones.

🌿 Paul 🌿

Can play the guitar.

Also likes to sing, and is pretty good at it. Wanted to start a band, but the other boys weren't up for it.

Has the biggest music collection and is always hogging the tabletop/cassette/cd player.

Amateur photography. Just likes to take photos randomly. Some are really artsy.

Got really into tie dye for a while. Although he might have just been high.

When he wants to relax, Paul really likes to stargaze. Laying outside the cave looking at the sky and hearing the waves of the ocean just makes him feel at peace.

When David isn't using the tv monitor, Paul enjoys quite a few video games. He also likes to take on the arcade and carnival games at the boardwalk.

🪶 Marko 🪶

Aside from pigeons, Marko will try to domesticate a number of animals to the cave, including stray dogs, cats, deer, badgers, squirrel, foxes, bats, and even a black bear once.

He in fact did NOT domesticate a black bear, but he did wrestle one.

He does his own patchwork on his jacket.

Like David, he likes to sculpt into wood, but he usually carves patterns and landscapes into more grand pieces.

He's also a skilled painter. Mostly he'll paint murals on sections of the cave David says is ok for him to paint on.

He collects sea shells on the beach.

He'll style the others hair. Especially David who he'll cut and dye in the way he likes best.

🔥Pack Activities🔥

Dart throwing. The bigger the target the better. David and Dwyane are very competitive at this one specifically.

Rollerblading. Put wheels on shoes, what more can you want?

Listening to music. The boys have very wide music tastes and sometimes they cross over and they all like the same stuff. They take turns around the player of their choice to just smoke, drink, and listen to the sounds of the music plays.

Card games. Specifically poker when they're all together. They make things more interesting when they make bets.

And of course motocycle cruising and board walk loitering.

Something that always strikes me with vampires in fiction and indeed with any immortal creature with the high and emotional intelligence of humans. IMMORTALITY IS FUCKING BORING!

I mean, think about it. Imagine you're given all the free time in the world with very little responsibility with no fear of getting sick or tired allowed to do pretty much whatever you want. What would you do? Cause I would go stir crazy. So I came up with these dumb little head canons on how I image the boys specifically would pass the time in their little vampire lives that doesn't revolve around murdering and feeding off of people.

Of course cruising on their bikes come to mind. And there's a couple in the movie we get to see like Dwayne's skateboarding and Marko's fondness for pigeons but I wanted to throw more possibilities out there. :3

[the-moth-archives]

☾My Personal Moon Knight System HCs☾

Type: fluff - small hurt comfort with Marcs'

Word Count: 1187

Notes: hello !! I didn't really proof read this so there might be some errors. im also not 100% familiar with Jake's character so he might be a little ooc and I apologize for that. I tried to keep this as gender neutral and body neutral as possible. I'm also going to try a new aesthetic for my Moon Knight stuff :)

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Steven

he walks around with dinosaur arms and only puts them down when someone points it out. but there was one time when you pointed it out and he tried to put his hands down but you stopped him, saying it was cute. that sealed the deal with him feeling 100% comfortable with you

sometimes he wakes you up in the middle of the night to ramble about a book he’s been reading 

“hey love, got a minute?” you jumped awake and hummed as he plopped down next to you, book in hand. as he began to ramble, you stayed awake for a little bit, silently listening until he felt your head slump on his shoulder. he still continued to whisper about what he learned as you softly snored, body weight almost complete dead-weighted onto his side. he’d just have to fill you in when you wake up.

if you get off work before him, you’d stop by the museum gift shop just to say hi to him. you can physically see his face brighten when you walk in. he trods over to you to say hello and you two walk around the gift shop, pretending that Steven is helping you find something. but in reality, you’re just chatting about your day and planning for dinner.

if he gets off before you, he also visits you,, or tries to. depending on where you work, it can become hard for him to go in and see you so he’ll sometimes text you that he’s outside for you to look out the window and see him OR go outside to be with him. sometimes he likes to come to your work right before you’re about to leave just so you can both walk together and take the bus back to your shared apartment.

he likes to sleep on top of you in some way. sometimes he likes to lay on top of you when you’re on your stomach and sometimes he likes to lay on your chest. he can either to half of his body laying on your or full body (he prefers full body but he doesn’t mind if you can’t handle it ! he wants his partner to be very comfortable) think of it as you being his personal teddy bear.

pls play with his hair. or just touch him in general. he would literally bend over backwards for you if you promise to comb your fingers through his hair or rub his face/back/literally anywhere on him. when you play with his hair, his grip on you gets tighter as he looks up at you with a love drunk expression. please just touch him, he’ll love you forever.

his love language is acts of service. when you’re not feeling good, mentally or physically, he’s always up and ready to help you. he makes soup for you, gets you flowers and puts them next to the bed, always watches over you and snuggles with you when asked. 

Marc

in the beginning, he’s very standoff-ish. he’s mostly just scared of getting hurt again or messing up and making you angry. but there’s one night where he catches himself feeling very vulnerable around you and ends up breaking down to you. you say nothing and just hold him for however long he needs you. that was his own “sealed the deal” with you

sometimes he has very bad nightmares or vivid flashbacks where he would jolt up and gasp really loudly. sometimes you’ll wake up and hold him close, shushing him back to sleep. you also gave him the ok to wake you up if he ever needs you during the night. he still feels guilty but you always wake up with a sympathetic smile and a warm embrace 

he falls asleep during movies, even if he picks them out. you’d be knees deep into a thriller movie and you’ll get spookie a by his head connecting with your shoulder. you laugh and wake him up if the movie is important to you or if it’s a movie you’ve both wanted to see for a while now. but most of the time, you let him sleep through the rest of the movie and fill him in on what he missed

in the beginning, he was firm on being the big spoon but as time when on, he’d start asking you to spoon him until it became your default position. he only ever becomes the big spoon when you ask him to or you had a bad day.

another touch starved alter, please touch him. he will cry. the first time you actually hugged him, he felt like he was going to sob violently. sometimes he does cry when you hug him or just hold onto him in some way. you’re so gentle to him, he’s never experienced this and wants to bathe in that feeling. please let him be selfish with your touch.

his love language is quality time. he’s attached at the hip with you. wherever you are, he’s also there. Steven and Marc switch off times when sitting in the shower with you. you’d be in the water while they sit outside and talk about either of their days. once you’re done, he gets in the shower and you go on about your day while you dry off and do your nightly routine. if you don’t have a nightly routine, you’ll just sit on the floor where he was previously.

Jake

VERY protective. once he gets to know you and gets used to your existence, as you do with his, he becomes very protective and watches over you like a hawk. if he sees any small bruise or cut on you, he’s gonna play 20 questions with you so be ready.

he likes when you rest your head on his chest or just lay on him period. it makes he feel strong and like he’s succeeding in keeping you safe and loved. he always, ALWAYS, wants you to feel safe with him and to be comfortable around him. he’s a guy with a rough shell and seeing how much Steven and Marc adore you, he wants to keep you there not just for himself but for the other two.

for any special event or holiday, he loves to get you flowers with a small little card, telling you how much he loves you. the cards are usually in Spanish! 

he’s love language is gift giving. anytime he’s out and about, he likes to buy small trinkets that remind him of you and gift them to you when he gets back. you have a whole collection of random keychains hanging on the wall and a small box filled with silly things he’s picked up for you.

yes he does the Gomez thing where he kisses up your arm.

he’s always gotta be touching you. hand around your waist, in your butt pocket, hand in hand, hand on your shoulder, hand resting on your thigh as he drives, etc etc. he will die if he can’t touch you. (pls just touch all of the alters, they’ll never leave you)

[mj2606k]

Day 2 : Cuckolding

Avatar: Mating Season

Pairing: Lo'ak x Fem!Metkayina!Reader x Neteyam

Warnings: Riding, fingering, squirting, praise, use of the words “cumslut” & “whore”, jealousy sex, heat sex

Summary: Exhausted by Reader’s heat, Neteyam lets his jealous little brother finally have a go at his mate while he recovers.

A/N: All characters are 18+

Taglist: @daydreamer246 @ikeyniofthetayrangi

Neteyam slumps down against the one wall of his and Y/N’s mauri, panting quietly as he watches his brother walk in. Y/N had fallen asleep on the sleeping mat but Neteyam could see she was starting to wake up, already whining softly for him as her thighs rub together subconsciously. Lo’ak glances at her for a moment before looking over at Teyam, mouthing the words “Are you sure?” to his older brother. Neteyam simply nods and gets comfortable where he’s sitting, having the perfect seat to see everything going on; he was okay with his brother helping but wasn’t yet comfortable completely leaving him alone with his mate in the state she’s in.

As Lo’ak slowly approaches Y/N, she finally opens her eyes slowly, cooing quietly as she notices Lo’ak. She had originally had an interest in both of the Sully brothers, but had decidedly chosen Teyam as her mate, though she did still here and there have feelings, both physical and emotional, for Lo’ak.

She blinks a few times and sits up slightly with a confused noise, looking around hurriedly until she catches sight of Neteyam, whining quietly for him, “Ma Teyam?” Her mate shushes her gently, offering a soft reassuring smile as he lightly waves her on. “It’s okay Yawne, I’m right here. Lo’ak’s gonna help you, gonna make you feel good so I can rest up a bit.” Neteyam explains quietly, though he does scoot a bit closer so Y/N can feel more comfortable.

The mates discuss things quietly for a bit longer before Y/N is finally on board with the idea, and less than five minutes later she’s writhing and mewling, her cunt gushing around three of Lo’ak’s fingers as he curls them swiftly against her g-spot, his thumb rubbing fast circles against her clit. He’s panting quietly as his free hand strokes his cock, letting out his own little grunts and moans as precum drips down his length.

Teyam gently shushes Y/N as she cums on Lo’ak’s fingers, whining softly as her thighs shake. He gives Lo’ak a curt nod and Lo’ak gently manhandles Y/N onto her stomach, putting a bunched up blanket beneath her hips to raise her ass a bit more for easier access. Lo’ak gets on his knees, straddling her thighs and gently rubs the tip of his cock against her entrance, groaning quietly as she’s already sucking him in a bit. He leans down to kiss Y/N’s shoulder then gently, slowly presses his cock into her, resting his forehead against the back of her neck as he slowly bottoms out.

Once he does, Y/N lets out a little choked noise, her cunt squeezing him like a vice as she adjusts to his size. He’s thinner than Teyam but a bit longer, and she swears she can feel it in her guts as he begins slowly thrusting, only pulling out a few inches before gently pushing back into her. It only takes her another minute or two to fully adjust and then she’s fucking herself back onto his cock, mewling as he picks up the pace until his hips are smacking against her ass with an audible “plap” sound.

Lo’ak’s fully laid down on top of her, his arms holding most of his weight where they’re braced against the mat on either side of Y/N’s shoulders, his face buried against the crook of her neck. He lifts his head to press a sloppy kiss to Y/N’s cheek before addressing his brother, who’s stroking his own cock in time with Lo’ak’s thrusts. “Is she always this fucking wet?” Neteyam chuckles quietly between quiet groans, twisting his wrist as he strokes the head of his cock, “Sometimes, mostly during her heats, but I can’t usually hear it like this until the second or third day.”

Lo’ak groans quietly as Y/N gushes around his cock, the foamy white ring around his base getting thicker as he fucks into her harder before responding, speaking right next to her ear to make sure she hears him. “Fuck, must be this wet cause y’like bein’ a little whore, hmm? Maybe I should ask Teyam to let me “help” more often, yeah?” He questions quietly, chuckling as Y/N’s cunt gives a weak squeeze around his cock, groaning as he twitches inside her.

Lo’ak hurriedly speaks to Neteyam, lifting up so he’s no longer pressed against Y/N’s back but doesn’t let up on his speed. “Should I pull out?” Neteyam nods quickly and groans loudly as he spills into his own hand, Y/N whining sadly as Lo’ak pulls out and cums across her ass, groaning as he pumps himself gently until it’s all out. Neteyam catches his breath before scooting closer, leaning down and gently petting Y/N’s hair back out of her face, kissing her forehead.

“Did so good yawne, tsìltsan ‘eveng (good girl).” He murmurs quietly, grabbing a nearby cloth and gently wiping her off before wiping himself off, tossing a different cloth to Lo’ak to clean himself up. As he gently pulls Y/N into his lap, letting her scent him and rubbing her back, helping her relax, Neteyam thinks that he might just actually ask for Lo’ak’s “help” some other time.

[julia4today]

can you do like hobie x reader but miguel is readers father and he finds out that reader is dating hobie

yes. for this though we will have to kind of work around gabriella. we’ll just say she exists and is your older sister || i’m not really sure what ages i should use so i’ll leave that ambiguous.

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mahogany fluff —- oneshot

(hobie x spanish speaking!reader) —— fem prns

avoidance. a skill you need to learn if you are going to sneak around and evade your parent. especially if that parent is 6’9 and 110% muscle.

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your origin story with hobie is one that’s messy at best. especially considering the obvious blockade that was your father. him being overprotective and also hobie’s boss are two things that one never wants paired together. yet, love is one thing that can overcome. — i’m just kidding, there wasn’t a powerful we love each other moment, mostly just a lot of laughing.

it was mid july and your father was just as engrossed with work as always. you wanted to spend time together, have fun. he said he would love to but honestly you didnt think it would happen. you began to go to headquarters yourself and drag him from work. like, literally drag him.

this obviously garnered lots of attention, for one, who is this girl yelling at boss? a certain spider also happened to catch wind of the girl. he would join the crowd, laughing, cheering mildly aswell.

“dijiste que vendrías a cenar conmigo y con gabi . ¿y dónde te encuentro? ¡no en la cena! ¡hicimos empanadas, imbécil!”

“¡lo siento, mi princesa! i promise i didn’t mean to miss dinner.”

“yeah well you did, no empanadas for you. we’ll feed them to chester instead.” you say, turning around and walking away. leaving miguel to bask in the shame. you giggled at the thought of your dog getting more empanadas than your own father.

while miguel was busy being questioned about the strange girl who just walked up in here, hobie walks off to go talk to her.

“man you are an ace! that was barmy. who are you?” hobie leads with a compliment, genuinely impressed and a little refreshed at your presence, how not scared you were to yell at miguel. “a new spider recruit?”

you stop, rolling your eyes a little, still fuming at your dad. turning to greet the voice your mood immediately switches. his smooth accent and his sharp features should’ve made you a puddle right there. “n-no i’m not a spider recruit. i’m that pendejo’s daughter.”

“na shot,”

“don’t get your knickers in a twist,” you say mildly mocking his thick cockney.

“how d’you know?”

“i watch a lot television.” a laugh coming from both of you meld together.

“i’m just amazed at how you stood to the boss like tha’,”

“it’s a lot easier when the boss comes home and watches the soaps with you. what’s your name mysterious spider who’s following me home?”

“hobie, hobie brown. you’re a cheeky one, can’t believe you come from ‘im.”

“no, i’m y/n.” he laughs at your stupid joke, making your face heat up.

“i’d be chuffed to hang out with you sometime y/n. maybe visit my earth?”

“papá no me deja ir a diferentes tierras,” you shrug. “says it’s too dangerous.”

hobie nods, pretending he knows what’s you said. “atleast let me get to know you. ya like ackee?”

“mhm,” you say, a little suspicious but also mildly intrigued.

“‘ow bout tomorrow you come ‘ere n i’ll take you to some real jamaican food.”

“alright hobie, i’ll play.” you giggle and continue to your car.

he smiles waving. knowing what he’s getting himself into.

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sorry no part 2! i’m really sorry to those who are disappointed by this :(

[momobani]

&TEAM hyung line + catching them jerking off

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! | smut under cut | 0.8k

a/n: it's around 2am and i have things to say, enjoy <3

*sorry about the slightly messy format, i'm sleepy lol

K

does absolutely nothing to hide in it in the privacy of your own house, like he walks around half-naked on the daily just cuz he’s comfortable. you’re minding your own business doing whatever, maybe you’ve got something cooking then you hear some suspicious sounds coming from your bathroom or your bedroom and you know that it’s K working on himself, big hand wrapped around his even bigger cock, pumping slowly, as if giving you an opportunity to make up your mind whether you want to come and join him or you’re just going to listen to him from afar. of course his goal is to make you to drop everything and come either watch or help him out, but he does this quite often and he respects that sometimes you’re busy or just not into it (rarely (never)) but it’s no surprise when you walk in, as if possessed and see him smirk at you as he speeds up his movements when you show up. “you just gonna stand there and enjoy the show?” and just from how smugly he says it, you might have left him alone if it wasn’t for the growing ache in your cunt. 

Fuma

would probably only do it when you’re away or just not around at the moment, because why would he do it when he could just be having sex with you instead? is quite civilised about it (unlike K ahem) and probably does it in the shower for practicality or just before bed so he can sleep better if he’s spent. unless you walk in on him while he stifles his quiet, breathy moans, hand squelching with the slick all over his cock, you wouldn’t know what he’d done while you were gone. sometimes if he’s feeling extra horny, might send you photos or audios, or if he’s practically gonna explode, videos, and is probably watching and jerking off to any videos he has of you or audios of you just talking or moaning. just wants to be reminded of you at any opportunity, mostly because he misses your pussy and mouth around his dick. you’re probably on a business trip somewhere and you receive an audio message from fuma late at night, and it’s just him moaning your name as he cums, so of course you repeat it and click ‘save’, promptly losing your mind in your hotel room.  

Nicholas

this bitch. i swear, this bitch is worse than K. invites you personally to watch but doesn’t allow you to touch him or yourself so you’re just sitting there, watching the way he gives you a whole experience, your own personal camboy if you will. does all the things he can to tease you like taking his time taking off his shirt or unbuckling his belt before pulling out his hardened cock because if he was being honest, he wasn’t only jerking off for himself but for you too, something to keep things interesting between you. “that’s right, just sit and enjoy, baby. it’s all for you, look how hard you make me.” he says, smiling when he sees how hot and bothered you’re getting, legs already shifting in your seat, trying to get some kind of friction. “you’re so pathetic, sweetheart.” yup, would probably like degrading and taunting you while his fist glides up and down his shaft. at some point he probably makes you take off your panties and spread your legs to stop you from moving and so he can watch you grow wetter in real time, your pussy clenching around nothing. if you’re good, might let you finish him off with your mouth. (rip me, you and everyone else)

EJ

poor baby is so shy about it, probably does it when he thinks you’re away or won’t hear him, like in the bathroom before or during showering but his cute groans and moans definitely alert you to what he’s doing. he was probably just thinking about something and suddenly remembered something you two had done together and got hard again just at the memory so had to take measures cuz he just can’t stop his mind (or cock). you do end up finding him in the act (were you being pervy and listening to him lol) and he squeaks in panic and starts stuttering, hand frozen around the head of his dick. “i-it’s not w-what it looks like.” and you’re like “hmm, it’s looks like you just couldn’t wait to get off, baby.” you tell him gently. “then it’s exactly what it looks like.” he admits, looking down. you can see he wants you to do something but is too shy to say, so you ask him if you can watch or if he wants help, taking control and sweet baby nods so quickly and asks you for help because while his hand feels good, he loves your hands and mouth better, or if you want to fuck, then he’d be really happy with that too.

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a/n: thanks for reading, feedback is always appreciated <3 as you can see, i fight demons (nicholas) at 2am, so don't be surprised if something doesn't sound right, i proofread while yawning

[simplyreveries]

Can I request dorm leaders x reader whos Sam's younger sibling and its just chaotic at times with them and their partner but its sweet and adorable yet they also see a protective sam nearby or his friends on the other side watching them

You can ignore this if you don't want to or its a bother,have a lovely day/night

thats so cute what😭

riddle rosehearts

he finds how sweat you are to be endearing — it truly is what won him over with you… even though you get into trouble and chaos with ace, grim, and deuce a lot even when you're at heartslabyul to see him you find yourself attracting some sort of crazy situation to occur. nevertheless… riddle is a little bit more lenient with you and he does give you special treatment that the heartslabyul students have a love-hate relationship with because that means riddle wont exactly be Harsh on them either.

he was in the gardens with you one day showing you the pretty flamingos and cute hedgehogs that live there. he thought it was sweet to see as you held them in your hands, he watches you with a loving gaze only to be like utterly surprised when he catches a little shadow friend come and just disappear??? and you didnt even bat an eye when that happened too, just placing a hand on his arm giving him a reassuring laugh of “classic sam”... SAM??

riddle is a bit nervous to talk to your brother now whenever he comes by his mystery shop for something, but he tries his best to look and act his absolute best! sam chuckles because it's clear that he's trying to be exceptionally better in his eyes. though he does appreciate it when riddle does come up to him and ask him for advice on things that you would like as he peers around his shop looking for the perfect gift for you and such.

leona kingscholar

imagine having a good relationship with your brother, leona doesn't seem like he minds or cares much of sam or his little protective tendencies he may have over you. he'll shrug it off, thinking it’s more of annoyance when he's catches his friend finding the two of you together, like can't he see it's his time to sleep and rest on your lap right now... his ears always quirk at the faint noises of the shadow, and he huffs in irritation.

he's already used to a lot of chaotic behavior from a lot of people in this school and his own rowdy dormmates as well, so he doesn't really bat an eye when that sometimes gets yourself into trouble to which you would just playfully shrug off with a grin.

leona does think you are cute; your attitude comes to be very surprising for an all-villains school. but you've got him impressed with some of your own talents you've learned with sam, heavily within the business world- whenever you drag him into his mystery shop to say 'hi' to sam when walking through the campus. he does catch glimpse and hear your own inputs and even crazy but helpful ideas.

azul ashengrotto

it's a bit tough considering sam is basically his business rival... they have their own "battles" if you will with their businesses, like in their dorm ssr vignette where azul successful got customers back from sam by getting rights of his "mystery drink". he may or may not try to get some info out of you in terms of what ideas sam has for his store, but you just shut that down quickly haha.

azul does try to convince you that working at the mostro lounge is so much better for you. he keeps it as just a mere lighthearted suggestion - but you can tell he means it. he can't help it, i mean, your personality would be just great for customers! your chaotic energy would only just match floyds. azul would much rather have you around him more anyways.

sam wouldn't be the most trusting of azul, especially when it comes to you for more obvious reasons. so, it's going to take a while for him to start liking the idea of azul or let alone any of those untrustworthy octavinelle students, he knows what they're mostly about— he's been working at this school for a looong time. he says that like he isn't as well though….

he internally freaked out though when he notices sams shadow come and leave to just check up on you?? during one time when he was sharing a meal, small dessert and a moment with you during the calm after hours in the mostro lounge. he kept a cool and collected look, but this guy was sweating BULLETS.

kalim al-asim

he loves your energy, as kalim can always match it. he is just like you in many ways- you two are a perfect pair. he also gets along great, (at least he thinks) with sam as well. i mean, sam really doesn't worry much about kalim anyways, because its kalim. if he happens to notice sams little shadow friend on the off chance he'll happily wave and call out "hey! look who it is (name)!".

kalim straight up goes to sam all the time whenever he wants to know something like what he thinks he should get you as a gift or what kind of activities and dates would you like... but that sometimes just ends with kalim rambling about you to your own brother hehe. but hey, he also does want to be on sams good side!!

sam gave his approval though when kalim came in worriedly during near closing hours of the shop and literally bought anything and everything treat, chocolate, jewelry— things he thought you’d like and what. when sam was asking him what's this all for he’ll exclaim something is wrong with you and that you're clearly upset about something! (you only hugged him twice that day).

vil schoenheit

he thinks your relationship with your brother is endearing… he always been an only child so he wouldn't completely understand but he does value family a lot, which in his case, his father who he has a good relationship with

he believed he had a pretty solid relationship with sam, he does work there as a part timer during the new year's event. so, surely sam does have a good idea on the kind of person vil seems to be and believes he's a diligent person. not to mention he does have a popular and famous rep so surely; he's heard people talking about vil.

vil lowkey takes it personally when he notices sams shadow friends…. like theres no way he doesnt trust him?! he’ll have his brows furrowed, his hands on his hips and huff, and like riddle he’ll put on the best and most charismatic side of him to gain that brother of yours trust. like he did with the mostro lounge drink once, he’ll do the same for sam and promote a something new in his shop on his magicam-! plus you’ll like that too so it's easily a win-win for him.

idia shroud

he and sam have an interesting relationship considering they've once made some secret deal so idia could lowkey cheat in the beanfest event. so, they're both kind of chill together- well, sam was definitely a little... unsure when you happily came up to him you were dating idia.

besides that, one instance he hardly sees idia unless it's during the night to buy instant meals and recently released manga. but even then, it's the quickest in and out interaction with him. sam will always tell you finds that boy so strange, but then again everyone is here at this school, he’ll shrug it off… for the most part.

idia probably gets more nervous around him too though knowing he's an older sibling, as idia is older sibling himself he knows how overly protective they can be. he does like your relationship together as he likes that you two have something to relate with by having siblinhs. but he nearly freaks out when he catches glimpse of one of sams shadow friends. his eyes go wide and you're just like “oh…! my brother is so silly” and he's so confused?? as you just brush it off used to your brother??

malleus draconia

sam would be a little surprised needless to say when you happily come to him one day and excitedly tell him that you've been confessed to, confessed to by the malleus draconia…! he is quite used to hearing other students from various dorms gossip and nasty rumors, talking mostly ill about him, but he doesn't feel as if there’s a real threat or anything with him even when it comes to you… like anyone can see from a mile away that he is the epitome of a “gentle giant” with you.

like during the off chance that sam did send out his shadow… merely out of slight concern once it was literally when you were just making malleus a flower crown and placing it on his head and gently around his horns… literally nothing to worry about.

whenever malleus catches your more mischievous side come out when with your brother, he thinks it is quite amusing. you seem to take a lot from him,,, and not to mention he finds your relationship with him to be sweet. he in fact appreciates sams watchful eye over you, because it just means you're extra safe, you know?

[azrielgreen]

Prism Deleted Scene: post-Nancy’s house after dinner party

as requested, the missing scene from Jon's POV

Jonathan Byers and Eddie Munson sit in Eddie’s new truck.

They meet around this time some nights, just sitting together smoking, catching up. It’s not business, but it’s never fully social either. Eddie is mostly social with Jon in front of other people.

Jon doesn’t mind.

He’s not social, he doesn’t require friends the way Nancy does. Eddie is perfect for what he needs. He knows Eddie as well as he wants to. He likes him. They see one another to a degree that allows closeness, friendship, loyalty. Jon also doesn’t know Eddie, not really.  

He thinks he knows him better than most. In some ways, better than Steve.

But Eddie’s actions, just sometimes, make no sense even to Jon.

So this night after they’re done talking about this new dealer Jon has helped get set up, Eddie’s gonna run his usual stuff through the guy, Callahan’s poised to look the other way, none of the boys from Last Light have come near Will again, nor have they made waves… shit like that, they fall quiet.

Eddie’s just… got his eyes closed, face forward. It’s like he’s meditating or some shit, like he’s fucking zen, just chilling or maybe thinking a thousand things, Jon knows enough about how his mind works to understand it’s usually a frightening combination of both.

Jon finishes the cigarette, tosses the butt. They’re outside the Harrington house. Steve is presumably asleep inside. Eddie had told Jon to walk here later, have their little catch up.

‘Why’d you do it?’ he asks before he can change his mind.

Silence.

Jon looks at him. It’s like he’s asleep almost, only Jon knows better.

At length Eddie says, ‘Do what?’ without opening his eyes.

‘You told me Steve was a model,’ Jon says, not really choosing his words, but there’s ways to speak to Eddie and he knows most of them. ‘You mentioned it that day when we did the wallpaper. You said he was a powerhouse, a big deal.’

‘He was.’

‘Yeah but, you said it after I told you Nancy was putting together a package to attract investors for the magazine.’ He stares ahead, can’t see whatever Eddie sees behind his lids, doesn’t think he’d want to. ‘You knew I’d tell her, or remind her. Why’d you do it?’

Eddie opens his eyes. ‘When are you going to tell her?’

Jon almost sighs. It’s so like Eddie to shut down a question he doesn’t want to answer with a question aimed at you instead. ‘When I get the offer letter, I guess.’

‘Spring?’

‘Yeah, maybe. I don’t know yet. I’m worried about leaving Will.’

‘You know I’ll take care of him.’

Jon looks at Eddie. ‘Yeah, I know. I might take him with me. Just the three of us, new city. Might be good for him.’

‘Hopper’d flip his shit.’

‘He’s not our real Dad and he can’t handle Will on a good day.’

‘That’s ungenerous.’

‘You knew it’d make Steve upset when she mentioned it,’ Jon pushes, talk of Eddie taking care of Will ruffles him just enough. ‘You knew he’d panic like that at dinner. Why’d you do it?’

Eddie looks at Jon.

It’s like… sometimes it’s like being underwater and looking all around and seeing nothing and then you turn around and there’s this fucking massive shark… just staring, still, inches away.

Jon likes sharks.

He likes Eddie.

But even he’s not stupid enough to think he’s indispensable.

He’d know.

He helped bury Tony Amato, after all.

Not far from where Eddie helped Jon bury a body of his own, many years ago.

Eddie asks, ‘Why haven’t you told Nancy you’re moving to New York?’

‘Because it’s not certain yet.’

‘Liar.’

‘You should talk.’

Eddie snorts, looks away. Jonathan relaxes slightly. ‘I did it because I wanted to see how he’d handle it. I wanted to see what would happen.’

‘Not to put distance between Nancy and Steve?’

‘That’s not what happened.’

No, it’s not. Steve was on the floor of Jon and Nancy’s den playing with Eddie’s ankle and was so drunk he’d probably have said yes to a foursome.

Nancy would tell Jon sometimes how sex addicted Steve was, back when they were together.

Eddie’s eyes are closed again.

‘Don’t worry about Steve.’

‘I’m not. I was just curious.’

‘And don’t ask me shit in front of him again. He’s too smart for that.’

Jon nods slowly. ‘Sorry.’

‘It’s fine. You got the radio frequencies for the next few weeks?’

‘Yeah, all here.’ Jon hands over the notebook to Eddie. All the copland frequencies so Eddie can scan and tune in as he likes. Jon gets them every few weeks from Hopper without the older man knowing. ‘You could have Steve get ‘em from now on.’

‘No, he likes what he does there. He’s making good changes. That’s important.’

Jon doesn’t ask. ‘Hargrove wrote to me.’

‘He wants to know about Steve?’

‘And you.’

‘Tell him what he wants to know.’

‘You sure?’

‘I want him to trust you.’

‘I don’t think he trusts anyone.’

‘Nah, he’s too dumb for that. Be his guy for a bit. He always liked you down at the ring.’

Jon remembers.

Munson’s legit, Jon had told Billy when he asked about Eddie. Sells quality stuff, but get what you need and get out. Don’t turn your back on him.

Advice that Billy had not taken.

‘He’ll hear we’re friends eventually.’

‘And you’ll say you hate me and you’re scared of me and he’ll like you even more.’

‘You probably should’a ganked him if he’s this much trouble, though.’

‘I like trouble.’

Jon rolls his eyes. ‘I know.’

‘He’s useful.’

‘For what?’

‘Don’t worry about it.’

‘You just want to go taunt him.’

It’s too far, Jon can tell the moment he’s said it.

Eddie takes a sharp breath in through his nose, smiles too bright.

‘Right as always, Jonny Boy.’ He looks out the window to the topmost room where Steve is asleep, the only source of soft light. ‘Right as always. Except about Nancy. She won’t go with you and when her plan falls apart, she won’t be able to bear you getting that offer in New York. You’ll go alone, and you’ll be happier for it and when you call Will, he’ll talk about me and Steve and you’ll know he’s safe and fine even with you in New York because your little brother,’ Eddie says, clapping his thigh, ‘is always safe with me.’

Jonathan blinks rapidly. ‘Eddie, I didn’t mean—’

‘I know what you meant.’ The older man gets out, doesn’t look back. ‘And I appreciate your honesty. We’ll talk soon.’

He closes the door.

Jon lets out a shaky breath.

‘Fuck.’

[janesociety]

can you please do a james potter x reader where reader is always patching james up from quidditch injuries and comforting him in the hospital wing and stuff but roles are reversed when he's trying to teach you quidditch and reader gets a minor injury (sprained ankle or something). cue overprotective jamie & platonic marauders fluff<3

oh! darling

james potter x reader

type: fluff

word count: 2.4k

summary: after years of you taking care of james, it was finally his turn.

warnings: reader has sprained ankle, references to slightly worse injuries

notes: i am so incredibly sorry this took so long i don’t even have an excuse

masterlist

𝜗𝜚

You were never all that big a fan of flying. Being on a broom just never felt sturdy to you and you weren’t all that crazy about heights either. It wasn’t exactly that you were afraid per say, you just chose to avoid them when possible.

With a boyfriend like James Potter, you knew it would one day no longer be avoidable.

James, while on one hand being the most responsible, smart, and caring person you knew, was also the clumsiest.

You lost count on the number of times you’d had to walk him from the Quidditch Pitch to the infirmary for an injury. Sometimes he sustained them at a practice, a game- hell, sometimes he would just be flying around for fun and manage to throw himself from his broom. It became such a common occurrence, you now had your own little pharmacy under the sink in your dorm so you could fix some of his minor injuries up there. Then of course there were his more major injuries- like the time he broke his foot when it was smashed between the stadium wall and a bludger or when he got a concussion when he and Sirius slammed into each other when messing around. During those times, you’d sit with him in the hospital wing and keep him company. You were always sure to spend your free periods with him, catch him up on school work, bring him food- anything he needed.

To be honest, as much as you hated him getting hurt, you treasured some of those moments in the hospital wing when it was just the two of you being together.

When you woke up on that Saturday morning to James no longer next to you in his bed, you were confused. You’d both agreed the day before that neither of you wanted to go to Hogsmeade that weekend and you knew James didn’t have any Quidditch practice. You rolled out of his bed, finding one of his sweaters in his trunk and throwing it on. You made your way to the mostly empty common room- most people were already at breakfast so they could eat before leaving for Hogsmeade- and found Lily buried in her books at a corner table.

“Hey, Lils,” you said, sliding into a seat across from her.

“Hey,” she said, her eyes not looking up from the page of the herbology textbook she was reading. You leaned awkwardly back in your seat, not exactly wanting to disturb her, but not knowing what to do with yourself when you didn’t know where any of your other friends were and you were feeling just a bit too lazy to look.

“Sorry,” she said, finally looking up at you and sitting back. “I haven’t had time to study recently- I’m hoping to catch up today while everyone’s at Hogsmeade.”

“No- no, you’re fine, I can leave if you want,” you said quickly. “Have you seen James?”

“Him and Sirius walked out of here an hour ago looking for Marlene and Dorcas and I haven’t seen them sense,” she said, rolling her eyes. “They seemed overly excited, per usual. I think they were up to something.”

“God, maybe I don’t want to look for him anymore,” you said, laughing through a yawn.

Your wish was granted- not exactly in the way you wanted- as the porthole swung open as James and Sirius marched in with their hands full. It took you a minute to see what they were holding- Sirius was holding a large box that you quickly recognized as a chest that held all the different Quidditch balls and James was holding three brooms. Three.

“Oh, darling, you’re up,” he said, gently setting down the brooms next to you and kissing your head. “We were gonna come up and get you.” He wrapped his arms around your neck from behind you and rested his head on your shoulder. You made weary eye contact with Lily at the sight of the brooms. You hummed.

“What’re the brooms for?” you asked, recognizing only one of them as his. He chuckled in your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

“Quidditch, darling, what else?” he said, pecking your cheek after. He was always affectionate, but you could tell he was getting ready to question you about something.

“Oh,” you said, turning your head to see Sirius running up the stairs to the dorm.

“Me and Pads were thinking-“ well that’s never good- “that maybe you would come out to the pitch with us today and fly around a bit?” Your eyes went wide.

“James, I- you know I hate flying,” you said, turning to look at him. He loosened his arms to allow you to move.

“I know! I know, but I was thinking if me and Pads were there to help you out, you might feel better,” he said, massaging your shoulder. “I thought it could be fun.” You looked to Lily for help but she gave you a good luck look and quickly buried herself back into her books. “Please, love?”

“Fine.”

“Come on, darling!” James yelled from above you. “You’re gonna do great!” You resisted the urge to flip him off at his well-meaning encouragement.

You’d flown before, of course- it was a class after all. So you knew what you were doing, you just didn’t want to be doing it.

“Oh, the things I do for you,” you muttered under your breath as you began levitating off the ground. It took you a moment to get used to the sensation before you floated up to the level James and Sirius were at. Your hands were gripping the broom so hard your knuckles were white. It was less of you being scared of the broom and more not trusting yourself to be able to adequately operate it.

“You’re doing great,” James said, flying up next to you with a quaffle tucked under his arm. He reached out his free hand to take yours but you shook your head.

“I’m sorry, but no,” you said, cracking a smile and staring at his hand. He chuckled, reaching over and patting your shoulder- the act making you squeak at the feeling of being slightly unbalanced.

“Sorry!” he said quickly, laughing at how the blood had rushed to your face. “You’re alright, darling, you’re not gonna fall.” You let out a huff. “I won’t let you fall, how about that?” You smiled at him. “Alright, c’mon.” He motioned for you to follow him and you did, heading over to where Sirius was flying in circles.

“Finally!” he groaned, stopping as you two approached. “I don’t know why you’re so worried, Y/N. You were good at it in first year when we had to take the class.”

“I never liked it,” you said, pointing and flexing your feet to get used to the feeling of them not touching the ground. “But I can do it.”

“Okay, okay, finally ready to play?” Sirius asked, motioning for James to throw him the quaffle.

They explained the game. It was basically modified Quidditch so that it could be played with one ball and three people. It was decided that you would be goalkeeper first- which you were grateful for. The rules were James and Sirius were both trying to score on you, but when they intercepted the ball, they had to go back to the center. James used a charm to create foggy lines of smoke in the air where the centerline was because “Sirius is a big cheater so we need to be able to see.”

It was fun, actually. You surprised yourself with how quickly you picked up the skills you’d thought you’d forgotten. You were able to hold your own in the goal, blocking almost all their shots- even after they stopped going easy on you.

“You’re letting him win!” Sirius groaned after James scored for the third time. “This isn’t fair! You’re biased.” You rolled your eyes.

“You should know me well enough to know I’d help James lose before I’d help him win,” you said.

“Hey! I can hear you!” James yelled from farther back, tossing the ball to Sirius.

“Yeah, yeah, just get going,” you said, flying lazily around one of the goal posts. You were still moving pretty slow, the fear of falling still not totally dissipating, but you could keep up with them so far.

The games soon started again, Sirius being extra as ever and doing small spins around the stadium as James tried to chase him around. When Sirius took a shot, James raced in before you could catch it and dashed back to the centerline.

“Show off,” you muttered sarcastically as he whipped past you and sent you a goofy grin. You couldn’t help but smile at him.

You got somewhat bored when their back and forth went on just a little too long, and found yourself staring mindlessly around you. The wind was whipping your hair around your head and you were somewhat dreading what it would look like when you-

“Y/N!”

You didn’t have time to react before something hard collided with your head. You were exactly sure what was happening, but you felt everything spin and the wind picked up. You couldn’t figure out if you were dizzy or falling. When you felt your broom slip out from under you, you decided it was probably both. The simple realization you were falling from so high was enough to make your stomach start doing somersaults faster than the rest of your body was.

James immediately went into a nose dive the second he saw you slip. He was already dashing over to you before you fell- seeing the path of the ball that had left his hands seconds before. Sirius was behind him, shouting an incantation you couldn’t hear between the blood rushing to your ears and the air passing you. You slowed suddenly, the spell Sirius had cast finally taking effect, but not soon enough.

You crumpled to the ground, letting out a gasp.

“Y/N!” James yelled, stumbling off his broom and rushing towards you. “Y/N, hey, hey,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face. Your eyes were squeezed shut and your face was pinched with pain as you gripped your ankle.

“I’m- I’m alright,” you said, shakily, your eyes still closed. You tried to move but let out a pained gasp when you moved your leg.

“Oh, Y/N,” he said, cupping your face. You opened your eyes to see the fear and worry contorting his face as he looked at you. Seeing him fuss over you almost felt worse than your foot. “Don’t move,” he said, carefully tucking his arms under you and pulling you up so he could carry you. You tried not to grimace as your ankle flopped around from the jerkiness of the lift.

“I’m fine, James,” you said, the grip you had on his shoulder betraying your words.

“Just hold still, yeah?” he said, his worry for you evident on the crease between his brows. “I’ll get you up to the infirmary.”

Sirius was quick to run after the two of you, holding all three brooms under his arm.

“Alright, Y/N?” he asked as he walked in step with James.

“Yep,” you said, grimacing as James bounced you around a little too hard.

“Sorry- sorry,” he said, doing his best to hold you as still as possible as he started walking up the hill towards the castle. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, James, it’s not your fault,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

There was silence

“So, you reckon I’ll get an offer from Puddlemore next year?”

Sirius snorted.

“Oh, definitely, but they’ll be fighting offers from the Cannons and Harpies, too,” Sirius said. “But Puddlemore will give you the best offer, so you should play for them.”

“Maybe I'll just go wherever James gets an offer for,” you said as you all stepped inside the castle.

“Poor lad won’t get nearly as many as you,” Sirius said, shaking his head.

James chuckled hesitantly as you arrived at the infirmary, clearly trying to avoid the guilt gnawing at his stomach.

Madam Pomfrey was quick to usher you to a bed with a quick “Why is it always you lot?” and a wave of her wand.

James sat you down and was quick to grab your hand as you adjusted yourself on the bed. He sat on the edge of the hard wooden chair next to your bed. His hands cupped yours as his eyes glared daggers into your ankle.

“I should… I'll go put the brooms away,” Sirius said awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot. You nodded and he was out of there in the next moment.

“Jamie,” you said. He wasn’t looking at you. “James,” you said again, squeezing his hand. His eyes finally met yours, and you couldn’t find the words to describe the look of hurt on his face. “I’m alright.”

“I know,” he said shakily, a breathy chuckle coming from his mouth. “I know.”

“And it’s not your fault,” you said. He looks away from you again.

“I’m really sorry,” he said, the pain clear on his face even as he faced away from you. If there’s one thing that hurts James Potter more than seeing his loved ones in pain, it’s being the one that caused the pain.

“If I accept your apology will you stop moping?”

James laughed, his head ducking down and eyes crinkling at the sides. He brought your hand up to his lips, resting them on your knuckles before peppering kisses all over your hand.

“I truly don’t deserve you,” he said, smiling softly at you.

“Don’t go all soft on me now just because I’m injured,” you groaned as he moved to peck your cheek a few times.

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

hey dillo! earlier i saw one of your posts that was talking about a deaf!reader meeting the gang because they're ponyboy's friend and i would LOVE to see some headcanons on the boys meeting them! - 🇰🇷 anon

A/N: Thanks for the request! Hope you enjoy it!

So as the ask says, this set of headcanons is going to be for a Deaf!Reader, I’ll probably start with a little about you being friends with Ponyboy, but that won’t be overly crucial to the ideas here, just in case you’re not too fond of Ponyboy for any reason-

But let’s get started, yeah? Let’s get to work!

First and foremost, I’m not deaf, but I do know people are partially and completely deaf, so I know a little bit about what I’m talking about-

But anyways-

Your introduction to the gang starts with Ponyboy, you guys end up in the same class or something

Ponyboy’s not overly popular, a greaser who’s too smart for his own good sitting in a class of mostly Socs, and you, who’s kind of on the outs anyway because nobody is really good at making accommodations to help you out-

But you two end up together and kind of sort of hit it off and have a little bonding moment-

And as always….y’all end up working on a project together, which means you end up at the Curtis household

But before that, Pony drags you over to eat lunch with him at school, making sure you wind up sitting at their little rag-tag table of him, Johnny, and Two-Bit when Two decides he wants to attend school

Y’all hit off almost immediately and once you meet the rest of the boys, things go swimmingly as well and it’s honestly a really good time all the way around!

So let’s talk about all the boys, shall we?

Let’s give everyone a little love and attention, Lord knows they all deserve it and more-

Two-Bit’s not put off by your lack of hearing in the slightest- the first ever interaction he has with you, after knowing you’re deaf, is him asking you to teach him all the bad words you know in sign language

Whether you end up teaching him or not…that’s up to you, my dear friend, because teaching him is going to keep him quiet for about a half an hour and then he’ll be using his new vocabulary on those around him, and someway or another, you’ll probably get in trouble

Dallas, the softie, refuses to let you walk by yourself, especially not after it gets dark, he’s adamant that somebody go home with you, and though he’ll complain up a storm, sometimes he’ll even walk you back

He’s also the first to throw a punch when someone wants to say something about you; all the boys are willing to defend you, their pal, but Dallas really won’t hesitate, homeboy will start swinging the second anything negative is said about you

Darry picks up quickly on flashing the lights in a room you’re in, he’s very good about tapping or getting your attention in ways that work for you, but they become such habits to him that he starts doing them for everyone else

The first time he does it to Ponyboy, Pony just kind of raises an eyebrow and is like, “Ya know I can hear you, right, Dar? You ain’t gotta do all that.”

Johnny’s probably the best at signing, out of all the boys he’ll most likely be the one to retain the most vocab and be the smoothest with his speaking-

Mainly, I have a feeling he or Pony would be your interpreters? At least till the rest of the gang catches up on communicating with you in whatever way works the best

On the flipside of that, Sodapop is absolutely egregious at signing and forgets half the words you’ll teach him

Most of the time, he’ll just rely on your ability to read lips or he’ll try to fingerspell things out to you but his fingers are flying so fast it really just turns into a whole mess

Steve is always bugging you to come sit in the garage with him and help him out with the cars, mostly because you can never complain that all the loud noises bother you

This leads to a lot of him wheeling back and forth beneath the cars so he can let you know what he needs and make sure you’re doing alright while he’s working on everything else

Ponyboy’s probably the best at communicating with you though, mostly because he’s the one who got to know you first, and he’s honestly really good at making sure he’s signing or you’re able to read his lips at all times so you can keep up with what’s going on

So yeah!

That’s what I got!

Hope you liked it!

[fuxuannie]

Do you think you could write Jing yuan crushing on Trailblazer!reader? Like just some general headcanons and his reaction when they leave Xianzhou Luofu.

* pairing : jing yuan x gender neutral reader

* prompt : ♡

* authors note : working and clearing out requests! so there'll be a ton or atleast a handful coming out today before i reopen requests again ^_^ i'm definitely gonna need a small break after this (ﾉ_；)ヾ(´ ∀ ` )

* brief warning : spoilers ish for luofu arc!

ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ JING YUAN thinks falling for a trailblazer is all fun and games till they leave.

— At your arrival, Jing Yuan's intentions with you and the Astral Express family that came with you were simply business related (aka having you run his errands)

— However, you caught his eye. The determination you had, the kindness you had for his people and the smile in your eyes. He found his attention constantly on you every time he saw you and the others.

— He found his teasing with you fun, because you'd jokingly flirt back as it was in your nature to match peoples energies. (Of course, with Welt being a little overprotective father and glaring at Jing Yuan sometimes)

— His advances were mostly for his own enjoyment, but he found himself slowly growing more and more enamored with you and your character

— "it's normal to think about them all the time?? right??" "general, why are you asking a 14 year old"

— He began to miss your presence, whenever you weren't around, a part of him felt a little sad or just wanted to be by your side. Not even needing to do anything, just time with you is enough

— Jing Yuan absolutely adores your strength, and will admit that it's very attractive that you're able to match his own skill set. His favorite excuse to be with you is claiming he wants to have sparring sessions with you and train. (daily.)

— But it's purely coincidental how he claims he's tired once you arrive, and asks you to talk about yourself and your travels. Then you have that really cheesy moment where Jing Yuan is looking at you with such loving eyes, his attention focusing on you and how the light makes you glow in such a way that makes you ethereal looking. Your beauty on par with an Aeon.

— Once the issue within the Xianzhou is solved, the realization that you must leave still hasn't set in until you tell him.

"I can't believe it's all over!" You stretched, absolutely exhausted with all the work and stress you went through in your visit to the Xianzhou. You're about to complain about how awful you felt currently, but Stelle elbows you to the stomach as Dan Heng is blankly staring at his hand after his dragon form was awakened. "..I'm just glad we'll get to go home."

That sentence catches the General's attention as he was speaking to Welt, he was thanking him for all his help but his heart began to sink as the reality of you returning to your expedition around the galaxy were to now return. And that meant you were leaving the Xianzhou, that you were leaving him.

Welt notices how he seems to be in a daze, and clears his throat. "If you want to spend one more day together, I can insist to them that we should stay a little longer before we return to the Express. I'm sure March has some places she wants to visit, and you have far too much you want to say."

Jing Yuan turns back to him with slightly widened eyes, "That's new. I thought you didn't like me?"

"I don't, but someone does. And I'd rather not let people live with regrets."

He thanks Welt for his kindness, watching him approach the four of you and supposedly propose the idea of staying for the rest of the day. In which you all agree, but a fond smile is on Jing Yuan's face when he sees the sparkle in your eyes as Welt suggested the thought.

As the group went their separate ways and agreed to meet in the hotel when the day was over, Jing Yuan approached you and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Oh! Hey, did you need something?" And he answers with a nod, pulling away from you and beginning to walk a certain direction. You tilt your head a bit in confusion from where you stand before letting out an 'Oh!' as you realized he wanted you to follow him.

You're right beside him, staring straight as he walks with long strides and his eyes were looking at you in a way that was unnoticeable. Jing Yuan likes how clueless you were, how you were smiling along the way and humming a tune as he brought you to wherever your destination was.

As the sun began to set, the sky turned to an orange hue as it slowly disappeared in the distance. And all the while you admired the sun, he was admiring you. You who was kind to people who you never knew. You who's heart was as pure as gold. You, all of you, there was so much for him to love and he wanted nothing more than to tell you that.

"How long do you think a human can wait?" Jing Yuan asked as you arrived to an open space with several beautiful trees surrounding you. There was a pause, before you look at him and smile. "Well, it depends on what they're waiting for, no? If it's something they really want deep in their hearts.. I think we are capable of waiting for the right time and however long it needs to grasp it and call it yours." You answered with your hands to your hips and your head raised up high, priding yourself with the excellent answer you gave.

The General laughed, patting your head and giving you a close eyed smile of his own. "You're right, that's a brilliant answer."

"And I suppose I'm willing to wait for that right time, the right time in the universe for when you're ready and come back to the Xianzhou. That will be the day I tell you, the day where you get to know my true feelings for you and how much you really meant to me."

[sunlightmurdock]

Fair Game | Jake Seresin x Reader

Synopsis: Bradley has been being a shitty boyfriend. His girl isn’t happy. In Jake’s eyes, that means she’s fair game.

Warnings: this is cheating. 100% cannot avoid, there is cheating in this fic. Please do not read it if that upsets you. Jake stirring the pot and having an agenda through the entire fic. Bradley being stressed = Bradley being mean. Reader is a little slutty (affectionate). Smut. Unprotected pinv (do not fuck your bf’s best friend unprotected, or do. I can’t stop you but I can heavily discourage).

…

“Yeah, just do me a favour and fucking behave tonight, alright?” Bradley’s in a mood. You watch as he pulls a tank top over his head and pairs it with an unbuttoned shirt. Bradley’s been having a lot of moods recently. You’ve tried to be understanding.

He’s up for a promotion. He’s working extra hard to make sure he gets it.

“These aren’t your little friends you’re hanging out with.”

Your lips part. You can’t believe he just had the nerve to say that to you.

Bradley’s just a little bit older. In the beginning, he swore that it wasn’t going to be a problem. He saw the maturity in the way you carried yourself and he fell for you quickly. Admittedly, it might not have been your maturity that he fell for. It might’ve been the way that you made his eyes roll back in his head every single time you got his pants down.

But he loves you. He tells you it every day. He has missed a couple days recently, but you’ve been telling yourself that it’s nothing to worry about.

You know why he made the snarky comment. Bradley’s friends are all work friends. They have a good time, they laugh and joke together, but there’s always an air of seriousness to their meet-ups that gives away their professional background. Your friends are mostly people that you grew up with. There are intimate bonds, inside jokes - there’s uninhibited joy in your relationships.

Sometimes you feel like Bradley is threatened by how happy you are with your friends. Like he wishes he was the only one who made you happy.

You know that he doesn’t like your friends.

Bradley likes to dance. Alone or with his own friends, he’s always moving - it’s fun for him. But, with your friends, he sticks to the table and nurses a beer and lets you have all of the fun. It’s embarrassing to have to lie to your friends and say that he’s just shy.

You sulk for the drive to the bar. Arms folded, knees pointed towards the door. Bradley doesn’t care. He’s too busy shaking his head in disbelief that you actually went with that outfit.

Sure, it’s summer and it’s hot - but he’s taking you to a bar, not a nightclub.

Still, he doesn’t mention it. You know it’s on his mind. You don’t care. It made you feel pretty and you could do with the confidence boost after he just ripped your ego to shreds. He’s first out of the bronco. You know that he’s mad because he doesn’t make an effort to grab your door.

You jog to catch up with him, your heels clacking across the parking lot. You reach forwards and slide your palm into his, passing your fingers between his. He looks straight ahead, placing his free hand on the door and pushing it open. He squeezes your hand softly as he steps inside, and then drops it. You frown slightly. He walks off ahead in search of his friends without looking back at you.

He shows back up after a couple of minutes with a drink for you. He pushes you in the vague direction of his friends and makes sure they know you’re there with a muttered introduction, paired with soft greetings from each of them. Then, he ditches you again.

You pass your straw around your drink. You refuse to cry in front of them all. Instead, you force your lip to stop trembling and instead focus on exactly how much you would like the ground to just swallow you whole.

“Why so blue, Baby Bird?”

You stiffen as a heavy arm drapes itself around your shoulders, your body tucked in against a muscled side. The scent of a vanilla and slightly spiced oak blend fills your senses. You recognise the strong and capable arms you’re now in. You turn your head, met with a cocky smirk and sharp blue eyes.

You bite the inside of your cheek and turn your gaze, searching over heads and shoulders for your boyfriend. Jake’s always been kind to you. Nothing but sweet and chivalrous. Bradley hates it - says that you’re too naive to know better. In the eight months you’ve known Jake, you feel like you know him well enough to decide for yourself.

Jake’s here now, being just as kind to you as he always is. You know that if Bradley saw him draped over you like this, he would be furious. He’s mad enough at you already. You shrug yourself weakly out of Jake’s arms, not really wanting to lose the contact but also not wanting to deal with the shitstorm of Bradley thinking you were letting him flirt with you.

“I’m not.” You answer miserably.

Jake chuckles softly. He takes a sip of his beer and secures his arm back around your shoulder, leaning a fraction of his weight into you.

“No?” Jake asks softly. You’ve been pouting at the ground for half an hour while Bradley laughs it up with his friends. Jake lifts the hand holding the beer bottle and extends his index finger, chilled from the coolness of the bottle and hooks it around your chin, turning your jaw towards him. “Could’ve fooled me.”

This is what Bradley hates. Bradley knows exactly why Jake is so nice to you and it doesn’t have anything to do with his respect for women.

You smile at the seemingly genuine concern in his eyes. Inches from his face, you’ve never been more certain that Bradley’s wrong about him. You inhale the warm scent and blink at him with those pretty lashes as his index finger strokes the curve of your jaw.

Still conscious of the fact that your boyfriend is six feet away, albeit with his back turned, Jake is smart enough to put some distance back between the two of you. He slides his hand away from your jaw and his other hand trails from your shoulder to rest at the small of your back, keeping those pretty eyes locked on him and him only.

“Bradley’s mad at me.” You admit sheepishly, fiddling with the rim of the cocktail glass. Jake looks down at the glass and smiles at the fact that Bradley Bradshaw is dating apparently the only girl in San Diego that thinks ordering a daiquiri at the Hard Deck is a normal thing to do. Then, Jake cranes his neck to look for Bradley.

Your boyfriend is laughing, head thrown back with one hand on his stomach as some joke Phoenix has just made about their last posting.

Your eyes linger on the way his hand is draped across the bar behind her back. You’re envious of their proximity. He’s always smiling with her, and he’s always barking orders at you. It doesn’t seem fair. Your heart sinks at the way his eyes crinkle at the edges when he looks at her. Those smile lines are getting bigger every day and not a single one of them tells a story of you.

“Uh oh.” Jake’s attention’s back on you. He can see the worry building in that pretty little head of yours. His thumb strokes gently at the bare skin between the hem of your shirt and the edge of your mini skirt at the small of your back. “What did you do?”

You shrug sadly and bring the red drink up, sipping on it with a straw. Jake watches the way your perpetually glossed lips wrap around the straw and shoots a cautionary glance back to your boyfriend. Jake’s morals might be dubious, but he’s still not planning on getting his ass kicked tonight.

“He’s just always mad at me recently,” You tell Jake. He nods understandingly. “Everything I do upsets him.”

Jake’s focus on you doesn’t waver. The way those sharp blue eyes watch you with such understanding - if you had any government secrets, they would all be his in an instant.

“Y’know, before we came out tonight,” You begin. Jake raises an eyebrow in intrigue. He’s been waiting for this since the two of you had shown up. Bradley looking stone-faced and serious until he had come face to face with his friends. You, being left alone near the entry way on the verge of tears. “He said to do him a favour and just behave tonight - you know why?”

Jake raises his eyebrows expectantly but doesn’t open his mouth, leaving the air clear for you to go on.

“Just because last time we were out with my friends, Bradley wouldn’t dance with us - so I danced with this guy. But that’s all it was, dancing!” You insist. Jake’s lips quirk slightly. He knows what a hot-head Bradshaw is and knows that he must’ve lost his head seeing his pretty little girlfriend dancing with someone else. “It’s not like I’d ever cheat on him.”

Jake’s eyes are on you. Sharp and an ice-cold shade of blue. He smiles softly and shakes his head as his thumb strokes over your bare skin.

“No, I know,” He agrees calmly. He gives his head a small nod, “I’m sure Rooster knows that too. Maybe it’s just -“

Jake pauses, more so for dramatic effect than anything else. Your brows raise as you urge him to continue.

“No, I shouldn’t say anything.” Jake decides, shaking his head softly. You grab onto his forearm. Jake looks down at the manicured hand holding his wrist for a moment, then lifts his gaze back up to you.

“Please.” You’re desperate to know what’s going on, where your sweet Bradley went.

Jake gives a soft shrug of his broad shoulders. He steps closer to you, sliding his arm around your waist. Now that you’re both looking at the same thing, Jake feels content to continue. You stare at Bradley’s side profile. He looks so happy. You’re beside yourself with worry, wondering what you’re doing wrong.

“Maybe he’s projecting a little bit.” Jake says gently. He brings the bottle to his mouth and takes a swig of his beer. His hand squeezes at your hip.

Your brows furrow. You look at the way Rooster looks at her. You think of the disappointment in his eyes when he looked at your earlier. You glance down at your outfit and then look at hers.

Jake watches the cogs turn in your head. He knows that there’s nothing going on between them. He’s pretty sure Phoenix would rather walk on hot coals than let Rooster touch her. But, the evidence is there for you to believe the contrary.

“Y-You don’t think he would, do you?” You ask Jake gently.

Jake shakes his head, “I mean - I hope I’m wrong.”

You watch the way that Rooster grins, then rolls his eyes affectionately at Phoenix. She scoffs and elbows him playfully in the ribs. He falls into her, laughing again. Your heart sinks. Your bottom lip trembles slightly.

They did just get back from six weeks on an aircraft carrier together, and Bradley’s been off with you since then.

Jake glances across to gauge your reaction, pleased to find that it’s exactly what he was expecting it to be. Realisation. His brows raise as your eyes brim with tears - he hadn’t been expecting that. You push your glass into his hands and disappear into the crowd.

Jake catches a glimpse of you heading for the bathroom. He takes a sip of his beer and glances around him.

Finally, Jake sets your drink and his beer on the table behind him and straightens up. He pats Coyote’s shoulder playfully, making no effort to hide where he’s going as he sets off after you. Maybe if your boyfriend had done a better job of keeping you happy in the first place, Jake wouldn’t have been able to step in to do it for him.

He knocks twice on the door to the women’s restroom, then lets himself in. You’re bracing each of your palms on the sink, trembling as tears spill onto your cheeks.

“Oh, honey.” Jake breathes out, stepping inside and opening his arms. You throw yourself into his chest. His strong arms wrap around you and you sob against his black t-shirt. “It’s gonna be alright. Pretty little thing like you, you’re too good for him, anyway.”

You tremble in his arms.

“You already knew that didn’t you?” Jake murmurs, his voice growing gravelly as he strokes a hand over the top of your hair. You stay pressed into his chest as his other arm wraps around your waist and pulls you tight against him. “I’ll bet you think of it all the time. How much better you could have it.”

Your hands are at his sides. Jake feels them curl softly into the fabric of his shirt.

“You think about it when he’s fucking you, honey?” Jake’s lips graze your ear and leave you with a shiver spreading down your spine and echoing through every nerve in your body. You pull back and look up at him, brows furrowing softly. Jake’s never spoken to you like this before. “About how much better it would be if it was me?”

Your lips part in surprise. Jake brushes a strand of hair back affectionately from your face.

“I’d make sure there was a smile on that pretty little face every single day.” He promises, stroking his thumb softly against your cheek. He observes the doe-eyed look on your face as you take in what he’s saying. He knows that you’re almost there. Just a little more. His thumbs wipe delicately at the mascara smudged under your eyes. He slots his thigh between yours and presses the denim on his thigh against your core. “I’d make it all better.”

You swallow, glancing down at his leg slotted between yours. He pushes his thigh against you. Your mini skirt does nothing to hold him back. The fabric of his jeans presses into the lace between your legs. You lift your gaze, heart pounding in your chest as you stare into those blue eyes.

It would be a lie to say that you hadn’t thought of it. You had thought of it intermittently for the past three months - since you had seen Jake on the beach, shirtless, playing football with your boyfriend.

Every single story Bradley had told you about Jake - about his smugness and his cocky attitude, that hadn’t ever phased you. Jake had always been nothing but perfectly behaved towards you. Even when Bradley had mentioned the hearts that Jake had broken, a small part of you had noticed the rivalry between them and pegged it down to jealousy.

Standing in front of Jake now, you’re more certain than ever. Bradley’s so wrong. Bradley has been lying to you. About himself and about Jake.

Jake’s hands readily find your hips as you straighten up and press your mouth to his. You kiss him. You kissed him first.

He tugs you flush against him, sliding his tongue into your mouth and caressing it expertly against yours. Bradley’s a good fuck, and a good kisser - but it can be overbearing when he sticks his tongue in your mouth. There’s such a rush for power. Jake’s technique is much calmer, a little softer… more professional, almost.

Because Jake already knows that he has all of the power.

You taste like strawberries and white rum, it’s fruity and sugary. Jake cups your face in his hands and groans out softly into your mouth. You’re exactly what he had imagined. He presses you into the counter, pressing his body firmly against yours. His denim-clad thigh is still slotted between yours, it’s right there and yet it isn’t close enough. You stumble on your feet as you try to grind down into him.

“Slow down, Baby Bird,” Jake muses, confidence dripping from the smug smile on his lips as he mouths at your jaw. His teeth graze your earlobe, his breath sending shocks straight to your core. “Daddy’s got you.”

You whimper softly onto his tongue.

It’s dizzying. You’ve been denying your attraction to Jake for months, trying so hard to be the girl that Bradley wants you to be, and you’re so relieved to let the curtain fall. The real you. Tangling your hands in Jake’s shirt, hooking one leg around his hip as his tongue trails across your jugular.

Jake grabs your hips in his strong, capable hands. He lifts you up onto the counter between the two sinks, hands grabbing at your thighs, parting them for him to rest in the middle. You grab the back of his neck for balance, holding his mouth against your throat. A moan slips your lips as his teeth graze over your skin. He sucks a firm kiss into the spot below your ear.

Your lips part, soft gasping breaths filling the air as Jake slips one strap of that pathetic scrap of fabric that you call a shirt off of your shoulder, lowering his mouth to suck warm kisses into your skin.

“So pretty.” Jake murmurs. Your fingers slide up into his hair, eyes closing contentedly as his mouth works against the smooth skin of your chest. He glances up at you as he nudges the other strap off of your shoulder. “You gonna let me fuck you, honey?”

You’re snapped back to reality as the question echoes in your ears. His mouth works skilled kisses across your collarbones, your bare shoulders, the base of your neck - any part of you that he can get his mouth on. His strong hands squeeze at your thighs as he holds them around his waist.

Are you going to let Bradley’s wingman fuck you?

“Gonna let me give it to you like he should’ve? - Like you deserve?” Jake goes on. As he sucks a bruising kiss into the base of your neck, you arch your back, pushing your chest up into his. The top slips slightly, exposing almost all of your breasts. You whimper at the force of his mouth on your skin, knowing that your underwear is soaked and wondering if he knows that too.

Your head lulls back as you expose more of your throat to him. He’s on you like a man possessed, sliding a hand up into your roots and tugging hard to keep the tender skin exposed to him, his mouth working feverishly over your skin.

“Yes, fuck yes.” You decide, parting your legs further, curling your nails into the nape of his neck.

“That’s my girl.” Jake praises. He’s quick to push your flimsy little shirt the rest of the way down. You aren’t shy about it in the slightest. Jake watches as you lean your palms back on the counter behind you, putting your weight on them, parting your legs a little further. Putting yourself on show, just for him.

Jake has the perfect view and he has been waiting eight. fucking. months for it.

It’s a goddamn travesty that Bradshaw had all of this and spent the whole time trying to control it. Trying to mould you into some perfect little housewife. Jake’s perfectly fine with you the way you are: looking up at him through your lashes, waiting for him to fuck the brains out of you.

Bradley has mentioned this once or twice in passing. That he feels that sometimes you aren’t mature enough. He’s never said the word, but Jake understands what he meant - you were a little slutty before Bradley. Now, Bradley’s insecure because he knows that you wouldn’t struggle to replace him. And so, he has spent months trying to make you into what he wants you to be. All his.

Jake knows you were never going to be all his. He was planning on making sure of it.

He groans softly as he lowers his mouth to your chest. He’s been waiting for this. He palms at one of your tits as his mouth nips at the other. Your head lulls back against the mirror behind you. He takes your nipple into his mouth and flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud, feeling you shudder against him. Jake takes it between his teeth as the pulls away, leaving you with a biting kiss as he moves back to peppering kisses across your tits.

You moan softly as his teeth send sparks through you, he feels your nails curl harder into his skin. He knew you’d like it a little rough. He imagines that Bradley hates that about you. Hates that you like being fucked like a slut. Jake loves it.

You lift your hips slightly, bracing yourself on your palms as you grind your core against the denim covering his thigh.

“So damn desperate for it,” Jake murmurs, clicking his tongue as he pulls his mouth away from your tits and looks over your flushed features. He shakes his head softly, almost like he feels bad for you. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”

You clench around nothing and Jake feels the way your thighs press into his hips in an attempt to squeeze them shut for some friction. Jake smirks. He slides his hand between your legs and stands upright, his gaze falls down to watch as he nudges the lace between your legs to the side. You part your legs eagerly for him.

Jake grazes the knuckle of his index finger along your folds, then looks back up at that pretty face. And to think, Bradley Bradshaw was dumb enough to play you right into Jake’s capable and more than willing hands.

“Look at this,” Jake breathes out as his gaze falls back down to rest between your legs. You swallow hard, desperate for his touch. His index finger dips between your folds, his brows raise as he gathers your excitement on the tip of it. “So fucking wet. Tell me how badly you need me to give it to you, honey.”

Jake holds back. His middle and ring fingers nudge readily at your hole but he waits.

“So bad, so, so bad.” You rush out, stumbling over your words in the race to get them out. Jake raises an eyebrow; he waits, expectantly, for more. “Need you, Daddy. Need you to give it to me.”

And then his mouth is on yours. That’s all he needed to hear. You’re sucking softly at the tip of his tongue and he’s curling to fingers into you. You moan into his mouth. Your walls clench around his fingers as he fucks them into you. You’re intoxicated by that burnt vanilla scent and the taste of beer on his tongue, the feeling of his capable fingers curling into you.

Jake teeters on the line of brutal without daring to cross it. He’s precise and expert. It almost saddens you to realise it. He really is better than Bradley. Your head falls forwards to rest against his shoulder and you realise he’s still wearing his shirt. You push desperately at the fabric. Jake pulls his fingers from you briefly, just long enough to tug it over his head and drop it into the sink.

Then he’s thrusting them back into you, working you open. Your fingers find his belt and fumble with the buckle. Jake’s mouth sucks at the pressure point below your ear. It doesn’t help your efforts with his belt buckle to have your eyes rolling back in your head. His fingers and mouth have you clenching around him.

The buckle finally pops open. You tear open the button on his jeans and push down the zipper. Jake grunts softly as you spit into your palm and push it into the front of his jeans. This isn’t your first time giving a quick and dirty handjob in a bathroom. Bradley would be furious to know that.

Your hand tugs at his cock, jerking him off as you kiss his jaw. He thrusts his fingers deep into you, earning himself a desperate gasp.

“Please fuck me,” You whimper into his ear. His fingers are good but you need more. “Please, Daddy, please.”

Jake swallows, fighting to keep composure as he pulls his fingers from you. He licks his lips as his eyes browse over your features.

“Open your mouth.” He pushes at his jeans with one hand. You obey him without question. He slides two digits between your lips, breathing hard as he watches your mouth close around them. With his free hand, he tugs you to the edge of the counter. His jeans are down just far enough to expose himself. Just enough.

You moan onto his fingers as he slips his cock into you with ease. You’re so wet, so ready for him. Jake presses his fingers further into your mouth, feeling your throat at his fingertips. You hold him there obediently until tears begin to brim in your eyes. He pulls his fingers back courteously. His tongue wets his bottom lip as you gasp for air in their absence.

“So good for me, Baby Bird,” Jake murmurs as he curls his wet fingers into your roots and tugs hard. He presses your face into the crook of his neck, holding you firm against him as he fucks into you. “Such a good girl.”

Jake’s thrusts are hard and fast but he’s rocking himself deeply into you, letting you know that he’s just as good as Bradley. Better even. Jake’s seen Bradley coming out of the showers. He’s bunked with him on the carrier. He knows exactly what he’s up against and he isn’t threatened in the slightest. He knows for a fact that Bradley’s never had you begging for him like this.

Jake doesn’t take his time. He knows he’s only got so long before someone comes wandering through that door. He goes right to setting a brutal pace, ruthless as he fucks into you. Just how you need it. You’re gasping, moaning out for him as he grunts in your ear. Jake pulls his face back and forces your skirt up higher around your waist.

You lean back on your hands for him to have better access. Your lips part, mouth hanging open as he spits down between your bodies. His fingers catch the saliva and drag it upwards through your folds as his fingers find your clit.

“Oh my god.” You whimper as your head falls back to hit the mirror behind the counter. Jake’s thumb works his spit over the sensitive bundle of nerves, setting a firm pace to match the vigour in which his cock fills you.

“Does Bradshaw fuck you this good?” Jake breathes out. You shake your head pathetically, clawing onto his arm as your head rhythmically hits into the reflective surface behind you. It feels to good for you to care. You shake your head incoherently again. He doesn’t. Not like this. Jake fists his hand into your hair and pulls hard. “With you words.”

“No, fuck.” You whimper, practically convulsing under him as he builds you towards your orgasm. “You’re so good to me. You feel so fucking good. I’m so close.”

“You gonna cum for me, birdie?” Jake teases, punctuating his question with a hard snap of his hips that draws a shriek from your lips. With any luck, Bradshaw will be playing that stupid piano too loud for anyone to have heard that. You nod your head desperately. Jake smirks. He was going to have you talk dirty to him a little more but with the way you’re screaming, Jake figures that wouldn’t be too smart.

Still, he can’t bring himself to want you to shut up.

Rooster was doing a shitty job and Jake’s making it better. Who cares who hears?

Jake growls softly into the curve of your jaw, tugging at your hair as he pounds into you. Hard and dirty on the bathroom counter. Just the way he knew you’d like it when Bradley introduced you to him all those months ago, in your pretty little dress, looking like butter wouldn’t melt. Bradley might have fallen for it. Jake knows better.

The bathroom is filled with groans, incoherent sounds and Jake’s skin hitting yours. Your whole body tenses at once as he pushes you over the edge. Your nail drag sharply down his back, leaving scorching red marks in their wake. Jake’s hips stutter at the feeling, he rams himself into you hard and makes you cry out into his shoulder as your vision goes blisteringly white. His knuckles whiten around your roots as your walls clench around him.

Jake’s mouth leaves lazy, open-mouthed kisses across your jaw and cheeks, stopping as he kisses your temple. He gives you no time to recover, fucking you through your orgasm ruthlessly. He’s right behind you. His eyes catch something in his peripheral. Jake’s gaze flickers up to the mirror behind your head in time to see the door begin to nudge open.

Your walls contract around him as the aftershocks of your orgasm pass through your body.

Jake knows there’s only one person who would open that door after hearing what’s going on inside. He grunts softly, picking up the pace, impossibly harder as he chases after his own release. He buries his face into your neck, biting, sucking. You cry out as he thrusts himself deeply into you. Both hands grab at your hips and pull you flush against him as he spills into you. Your eyes are screwed shut and you’re crying out desperately.

Jake’s eyes find Bradley’s in the mirror. He breathes in through his mouth and then presses his lips to the curve of your jaw, still buried inside of you. Jake’s lips quirk up into a smirk. He tugs softly at your hair and you moan for him again. Jake doesn’t know how much of that Bradley heard, but he hopes it was most of it.

“Tell him who made you feel so good, birdie.” Jake teases, his eyes still on Bradley as he rocks his hips lazily a few more times. You’re too fucked out to realise the lapse in Jake’s choice of words. That he says tell him instead of tell me. Bradley’s frozen, still holding the door to the bathroom open. He burns, seething red as he looks at the fucked out look on your face. You moan tiredly and nuzzle your face into Jake’s jaw, eyes still closed, unaware.

“You, Daddy.”

Jake slips out of you and tucks himself swiftly into his jeans. You blink, trying to catch your breath. Your eyes fly wide open as you spot Bradley. He’s staring right at you. Your shirt slipped off of your shoulders and bunched around your middle, tits out and littered with teeth marks matching the ones on your neck. Your already almost indecently small skirt pushed up around your waist, exposing you completely.

You bolt upright and press your legs shut, covering your chest with your hands. Your mouth hangs open as you stutter for words.

Bradley turns his attention towards the blonde slipping his shirt back over his head. His face straightens and he seems calm for a moment.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.” Bradley tells his wingman. Jake grins.

You scream as Bradley lurches forwards and catches Jake’s shirt in his hands, scrambling up from the counter and forcing yourself back into your clothes. The straps aren’t compliant and your skirt is still too short, and your underwear is bunched up in all the wrong places. Your hair is fucked from Jake’s hands running through it. But your appearance isn’t your focus.

The look in Bradley’s eyes tells you that he isn’t joking.

Jake straightens up and puffs his chest out, unafraid and shameless, smirking, as he stands face to face with the man who’s girlfriend he just fucked.

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