#god knows I wasn’t about to freehand it

[cherry-blossomtea]

Hopefully I actually finish this project but just in case here’s a sketch before I ruin it with color

[neuvistar]

biker! blade? how about guitarist! blade who fucks u before stepping onto the stage and according to him, its a good luck ritual 🫶🫶🫶

oh lawd…. u got me thinking.. guitarist blade is good w his fingers u guys CANNOT tell me otherwise

guitarist!blade x fem!reader. cw. nsfw. semi public s3x, v4ginal fingering, squirting, one pussy slap, cunnilingus, use of nicknames, blade referred 2 as “yingxing” | minors dni | nsfw under the cut !

blade groaned deeply, reveling in the sight of his precious beloved’s pleasure-stricken face. your cries filled his changing room, echoing off the walls like a testament to the newfound connection between your drenched cunt and his fingers. each thrust of his digits brought you closer to heaven, but made you fear for the worst.. there were people around, the door wasn’t locked.. you knew someone could come in any moment now. but blade? aeons.. he just wanted to savour every single moan that left your lips, igniting the fire within his body. but yet, he knew this little intimacy wouldn’t last long because of his concert he had to preform. ugh.. such bad timing.

“bladie, please…” he heard you beg, his heart lurched at the little nickname, “yingxing.. you really need to go out there and preform.. we can do this alone later..” your soft murmurs were interrupted by the sudden curl of his fingers, a sharp gasp left your lips at the sensation as you could almost feel sweat dripping down your forehead, mingling with tears of anguish and elation. “this is good luck," he panted desperately, trying to ease his arousal as he rubbed himself against the couch. “don’t interrupt.. you know you enjoy this as much as i do, don’t you?”

he shoved a third digit inside, eliciting another whimper from his precious darling.. a low chuckle rumbled in his throat, marvelling at the warmth and tightness of your pussy around his slender fingers, you knew he was getting tired of using his fingers.. you knew from how lazy his pumps were getting, they were steady.. yes, but they were also slowing down by the second. a wave of relief washed through you when blade retracted his fingers from your drooling cunt. in his eyes, it was still begging for more. but in yours? you were absolutely exhausted! you grumbled, slowly trying to get up. ah, maybe he finally stopped, right?

you were more wrong than ever. that was just the beginning.

blade raised his freehand to land a quick yet painful slap to your cunt. “ouch..! hey!” you yelped, furrowing your eyebrows with a pout. “silly girl. did you think we were done? the good luck charm has not come onto me yet.”

“w—what? what do you mean it hasn’t “come onto” you yet?! do i look like tinkerbell to you—“ blade almost immediately delved into your wet heat, oh yeah. this was what he needed. his good luck charm of the day. his tongue stroked along your folds delicately at first, kissing your clit with his pretty lips as he tasted you. fuck, he needed this alright. his fingers played with your hole gently while his mouth continued its rhythm. he was determined to give you pleasure beyond measure, but yet he was also determined to give himself a reward for all the hard work throughout the day, and.. his good luck charm he was so desperate to get. your soft cries rang out loud yet wonderfully in his changing room, praying to the gods above that nobody would walk in. the male’s tongue darted playfully over your clit while he slowly slid two fingers inside you.

“blade..” your body arched off the couch when he dug his fingers knuckles deep within you, teasingly doing a scissoring motion as your cries filled the quiet room. the more he saw you moan, the more he saw you squirm.. the more he desired you. his wet muscle picked up the pace as he licked and sucked hungrily, eating you out like a starved man.. the sounds of slurping and licking were evident. each moan that escaped from your mouth sent waves of pleasure coursing through him; he wanted nothing more than your release. on his face.

before you could say anything, your hand flung onto your mouth as your eyes were sewn shut, squirting on his face with a sense of relief. “.. ah.. ah? oh my god.. i’m so sorry!” blade only scoffed at your apology, bringing his hand to wipe his face as he eagerly lapped up the remaining mess on your pussy, savouring your taste while watching you tremble underneath him. a satisfied grin spread wide across his face. “that’s what i was hoping for.”

“.. huh?”

“your release. your release on my face. my.. good luck charm for the performance today.”

ugh.. seriously, you really need to put a leash on this man, or he’ll eat you out every few minutes before his performances. well.. not like you’d mind anyway.

@ NEUVISTAR. do not plagiarize, claim my work as your own, translate or share my posts on any platform outside of tumblr.

[tightjeansjavi]

party trick

A/N: this silly little fic is directly inspired by this hilarious post by @pedge-page 😝 this fic is meant to be silly, a little unrealistic, and fun! If that ain’t your thing, no worries! Just scroll on by, gem. Also, big thanks to @itsokbbygrl for betaing and @morallyinept for encouraging me with my shenanigans! hehe.

~word count: 1.9k~

Summary: your boyfriend Dieter wants to show you his new party trick that he learned from a pornstar named Ezra

Pairing | Dieter Bravo x pornstar!Ezra x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, smut, established relationship, mentions of drugs and eating, dieter and the reader are openly bi, implied open relationship (not described) Ezra is a bi male pornstar (definition of bi panic) (very light dubious consent as reader and dieter smoke before fucking but it is not described) male masturbation, self sucking??, reader is able bodied with no physical descriptions, readers nickname is gumdrop, no age gap, +18, minors dni!

Your first date with the ever-so eccentric, Dieter Bravo, was a success! Sure, he was a bit clumsy, and maybe even a bit of a blubbering idiot, but you had an incredible time. Did you kiss? Well—maybe! There’s a tell-tale sign when he admires the color of your lipstick against the heart shaped patch in his beard.

After that first date, he washes his face, but is careful to not remove the residue of your lipstick. Not even a week goes by and he’s asking you out on a second date.

Two dates turns to ten and somewhere down the line…you’re Dieter Bravo’s girlfriend, and you couldn’t be happier. (And neither could he)

-

Dieters plan for the evening was to throw a party with some of his friends: not necessarily a rager, per se, just an intimate get-together. Pop a few bottles, skinny dip in his inground pool, and dance under the California night sky.

He canceled his plans last minute because the only person he wanted to spend his evening with was you, his gumdrop.

Hiya, gumdrop baby! 💗

Dee! Hey, baby boy 🥰 having fun at your party?

He cheeses a smile down at his phone, dimples on display, fingers typing fast on the tiny screen, little tap tap taps echoing through the cooling evening air.

Good golly, I’m blushing 🤭 actually…I canceled the party! Just wasn’t feeling the vibes for it! Wanna come over?

Yes! I’d love to! I was just about to order some takeout. Want me to pick something up on the way?

Yes! How about veggie grill? I was just about to smoke, want me to wait up for ya? Oh! Also, I got something I wanna show you later 😉

Being in a relationship with Dieter meant that nothing he could possibly say or do surprised you anymore, but his vibrance, care-free, goofy, eccentric attitude, made him even more attractive to you. That and the fact that he was the literal definition of a trash panda. Your trash panda specifically.

Sounds good to me! 💗 did you want your usual or something different? You don’t have to wait for me, Dee! I’ll have some when I come over. Oh? What is it that you want to show me? 👀

Okie doke! Hey, how about you just order the whole menu? My treat! See ya soon, gumdrop xx. And you’ll see! It’s a surprise. Hehe.

God, Bravo. You sure know how to spoil a gal rotten! Looking forward to the surprise!

He hearted your messages before he reached behind his ear and grabbed his perfectly rolled joint and reached for his lighter that was resting on the table next to the poolside chair he was spread out on.

He couldn’t wait to see you and show you his new party trick.

-

Hours earlier in the day, Dieter found himself in his bed, boxers discarded on the floor and his fist languidly wrapped around his half-hard cock.

His freehand was scrolling through Pornhub, trying to find something to get off to. Usually it didn’t take him very long to settle on a video, but today he was finding it to be a bit of an annoying struggle.

He scrolled and scrolled till he stumbled upon something he had never seen before, self sucking?

He spit into his palm, using his saliva as a natural lubricant because he was too lazy to reach across his nightstand to grab his favorite bottle of lotion (ain’t nobody got time for that!).

Holy shit! He’s sucking himself off??

Christ, his cock is taking up the entire screen!

Dieter's private thoughts ran rabid as he watched the pornstar, Ezra, easily bend over and suck the head of his cock (which was massive, by the way) into his mouth.

“Holy fuck! How is that even possible?!” Dieter announced in disbelief.

He paused the video, and went to Ezra’s page and scrolled till he found the contact button and a direct link to Ezra’s instagram. He sent him a message:

Hey! I hope this doesn’t come off as weird or creepy (feel free to ignore) but I watched one of your videos just now…the self sucking one and DUDE, nice cock! How the hell do I do that? 🫣

Ezra responds seconds later after hearting the message,

HOLY SHIT! THEE DIETER BRAVO GOT OFF TO MY COCK? 🥵 (sorry, huge fan!) anyway, gem, I’d be happy to show you the art of self sucking, and then you too can be a pro like me. xx

Dudeee you’re a fan of me?? I’m blushing! 😉 okay, okay, I have to ask…is it all natural?

I am, indeed! You have quite the eccentric presence, gem. Oh, it’s natural alright. The gods have certainly laid their blessing upon my loins x.

Ohhh, I get it! You’re like Shakespeare? 🤣 damn, you sure know how to swing that thing around! Anyway, I will take you up on that offer! Here’s my number:

Lawl. You’re a funny one huh, gem? I suppose I am a bit like Shakespeare both with my verbiage, and my cock. You free right now?

The funniest guy around! Well, Romeo, got my cock out and everything, let’s boogie?

Boogie we shall.

And so that’s how Dieter ended up FaceTiming with Ezra: who coincidentally, also had his cock out.

“Not to be a total massive fucking flirt, but you’re gorgeous, and my girlfriend would probably eat you right up!” Dieter preened, leaning in close so he could get a better look at Ezra’s third limb, er, cock.

“Oh?” Ezra smirks, “would she now? Well, gem, perhaps the three of us should get together sometime?”

“Yes! You can be like the skunk to my raccoon!” Dieter said with a giggle.

“I beg your finest pardon? Your—what?”

“Oh! Sorry, sorry. Probably should have provided some context, huh?” Dieter blushes.

“Naturally, gem. Go on.” Ezra sits back on his elbows, listening,

“So, my girlfriend calls me a trash panda! It’s endearing, really. And well, you got that blonde streak in your hair…so you can be the skunk?”

Ezra chuckles in pure amusement, eyebrows raising, heavy cock bobbing between his thighs.

“A skunk, huh? You’re lucky I think you’re cute, gem.”

Dieter fanned his face like the little slut that he was, and giggling, “You think I’m cute?”

“Cute as a button, gem. Now, let’s see what we’re working with so that you can show your girlfriend what I taught you.”

“Yes sir.”

Ezra is a wonderful teacher and by the end of it, Dieter is almost able to suck the head of his cock into his mouth. There’s a slight strain in his lower back, but fuck it! You only live once.

“Well, gem, I think you just have to remember to relax your muscles. Pretend you’re floating on a babbling brook, or napping on a fluffy cloud, and then you’ll be sucking yourself off in no time. I gotta run, but let me know how it goes!”

“Ahh! Okay, I think I can manage that! Thanks for all the help, Ezra.”

“Anytime, gem. Anytime.”

-

After passing the joint back and forth together, fucking (a few times) and devouring the veggie grill you brought over, Dieter brings you upstairs to his bedroom, nearly stumbling over his two feet because he’s so excited to show you his new party trick!

“Sit that cute ass on the bed, gumdrop.” He’s not being domineering at all, quite the opposite actually.

You’re both naked, naturally because in Dieter’s home, clothes are always optional!

You wrap your arms around him from behind, kissing his jawline, pecking at the heart patch in his beard. “Are you gonna show me the surprise now, Dieter?”

He leans back into your embrace with a pleasant sigh, “Yes, gumdrop. But c’mon, bed. Now.”

You press one last kiss to his face before detaching yourself from around him, walking over to the bed and plopping down with a soft, oof.

He joins you moments later, laying on his elbow facing you while you reach across and card your fingers through the soft curly hairs on his chest.

“So I was watching this porno earlier, right? I did a deep scroll, and stumbled across this video of this dude…with literally the biggest fucking cock that my two eyes have ever seen!” He speaks animatedly, throwing his hands up as he leans in.

“It literally took up the entire fucking screen, gumdrop! Anyway, that wasn’t the craziest part! His cock was so big, and long, that the motherfucker was able to suck himself off! Dude barely even had to bend over, just popped that sucker right in and got to suckin’!”

You twirl a strand of his chest hair between your fingers, giggling as you listen to his dramatic retelling of the massive cock he saw.

“Shit, it really took up the whole screen? That’s insane, Dee!”

“YEAH! Like…the guy was packing a literal BAZOOKA down there!” He chuckles, leaning in so he can nuzzle his face against yours.

“Anyway, I found the guy's instagram and sent him a message because I thought to myself, ‘Damn! Imagine if I could also suck my own cock?’”

“Let me guess, you asked this pornstar fellow how you can suck your own cock like him?”

“Yes! How did you know?” He chuckled and stole a quick kiss, melting against you like the soft man that he was.

“Lucky guess?” You tease, dragging your finger down lower, skating it across one of his nipples. “So, was it a success? Did he teach you how to properly suck your own cock, Dee?”

“Well, I was actually able to barely get the tip in my mouth! Wanna see, gumdrop? S’gonna be my new party trick!”

“Show me, Dee.” You giggle, encouraging him as he quickly sits up, remembering how Ezra told him the way to curve his spine, and relax his muscles so that he can bend over just enough—

Dieter is hunched over, using one hand to hold the base of his cock, and the other is resting against his lower back for support. He’s so fucking close to wrapping his lips around the head of his cock when–pinch!

He yelps in surprise, immediately rolling over and yowling like a cat.

Ow. Ow. Ow! Fuck! Fuck me! Ow!

You're at his side in an instant, comforting him and reaching for your phone to either call 911, or look up an immediate remedy for his pain.

“Fucking pulled a goddamn muscle!” He whimpers, burying his face into your chest.

“Dee, it’s okay! You’re not dying, baby. Okay? Look! Google says that we have to treat the area with ice and then a heating pad!”

“I’M DYING, GUMDROP! I SEE THE LIGHT!” Your boyfriend dramatically groans, “I'M FADING FAST!”

After icing Dieter’s lower back for a good hour or so, you placed a heating pad against the sore spot while spooning him for extra body heat.

He was typing a message to Ezra, a deep frown set between his eyebrows because he really just wanted to know what it was like to suck himself off! (Who wouldn’t)

Hey, Ez. I pulled a fucking muscle in my back!

☹ gf is spooning me with a heating pad now, but I was really hoping that I would be able to suck myself off!

From Ezra: (Shakespeare-BAZOOKA 🍆)

Aw, I’m terribly broken to hear that, gem. Better luck next time, Birdie!

-

The next time Dieter announced to you that he wanted to try and suck his cock again, you came prepared with two yoga mats and a beginner yoga flow video (thrifted, of course).

He gives you a funny look as you set the yoga mats down in the sunroom.

“What?” You laugh, placing your hands on your hips. “It would be a cool party trick, Dee! Just gotta get you a little more flexible and bendy before we try again.”

Ohhh. He grins, dimples peeking out, “Well, let’s yogi, gumdrop.”

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[rikerssexblouse]

Oh my God, Rikerssexblouse! That salamander embroidery is just stunning!

Did you do it freehand? Or did you have some kind of instruction because if I wanted to take up embroidery before - I now need to do it! 😂🦎💕

Thank you! It was not freehand, and this was actually my first attempt doing one that wasn’t out of a kit. Before this I’d only bought kits on amazon or Etsy, which is nice because you get everything you need, plus instructions. But for a while I’ve wanted to do something of my own design, but I hadn’t quite figured out how. So since it would have been useful for me when I was trying to figure this out, I’m going to explain the whole process. And to be clear, I’m just figuring this out, so maybe people have other strategies, but it worked for me.

First, I took a screenshot of the salamander babies poking out of the hole and opened it up in Procreate. I am not at all experienced with Procreate (my 9 year old is better with Procreate than I am), but I created a second layer, and then drew on the second layer to outline the image. That looked like this:

Then I hid the layer with the screenshot, so you only saw the outline. It looked like this:

Then I printed it out.

Michaels has little squares of fabric for embroidery, so I bought two of those, one white and one purple.

It’s probably overpriced for the amount of fabric you get? But it’s a very convenient size for one embroidery project and it’s just two bucks.

But then I had to transfer the pattern to the fabric. This meant that I had to lay the fabric on the printoff and trace it with a special pen. I used this one.

It’s water soluble, so you can rinse the marks right out when you are done.

The problem I ran into, was that the purple was much too dark to see through to be able to trace, so I had to use the white (I just thought the purple would be more fun but dark colors won’t work well with this strategy). Then I was just filling in the shapes from my pattern. After I was done, I took it out of the hoop, rinsed it in water to rinse away the blue pen marks, pressed it between towels overnight, then put it back on the hoop and tied it up the back.

I think figuring out what stitches to use were might actually be the hardest part. It’s a combination of your vision/creativity and just enough experience with the stitches that you can visualize what they will look like. I used satin stitches (to fill in the big spaces like the salamander babies’ faces and the rocks), lazy daisy stitches (the nostrils), stem stitches (for the outlines), and about a thousand million french knots (the moss). Oh and straight stitches for the letters.

The salamander babies’ heads were hard, because I had to work around the spots and eyes and everything. The hole might be the part I’m most proud of, because my plan to give it depth actually worked. Instead of doing a satin stitch to fill it in smooth, I did straight stitches and arranged them directionally (into the middle and then down) to try to give it shape so you could see how the the hole goes down into the ground. I also used a little gray in between the black to give it some dimension.

The french knots that made up the knots aren’t particularly hard (although I do suggest finding a YouTube video to see how to do it, I could NOT figure it out from written instructions when I first started) but it used up SO MUCH more thread than I ever anticipated. Doing a kit, you get everything you need, but I didn’t know what I needed. Whoops. So I had some last minute panic about running out of thread (literally the night before Threshold Day). So a lot of the color variation is a matter of necessarily rather than my plan. But it worked out well.

If you look closely, the moss on the left has a lot more color variation than the moss on the right, and that is because I was running out of thread. But it’s not too noticeable (hopefully). I do love how the moss looks though! French knots are usually used for little details, but the mass of them gives it so much texture. I love it.

I will say, if you are trying it for the first time, don’t start by doing your own design. Follow a kit and figure out what you are doing first. And don’t be afraid to look up YouTube videos when you can’t figure out how to do something. Video is a MUCH better teacher than words can ever be, in this context. But at the same time, there really isn’t anything that difficult about embroidery. You mostly just have to be patient. I find it quite relaxing.

[countrymusiclover]

37 - The Mikaelson Grandchild

Part 38

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

I wasn’t sure what time it was. I just knew that it must be really late since the kids are all asleep in their bedrooms of the mansion. Walking through the hallway I halted in my tracks outside the younger one's door. Rapunzel and Charming were each asleep in their own separate cribs. “They sure are far more adorable when they’re asleep.”

“Hey, what are you doing up?” Whipping my head around I saw Klaus standing behind me with no shirt on and just some shorts on.

He responded by wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. “I was enjoying a restful night’s sleep until I went and found my wife’s side of the bed empty. Would you care to tell me why you’re up watching them?”

“I just couldn't sleep. With the girls now adults and Henrik growing up so fast I don't want to miss any moments with them.” I answered his question.

Klaus nodded, resting his chin on my shoulder closely watching them sleep too. He didn't have to admit it for his wife to know that he would carry them around all day if he could. He would do everything in his power to make sure he got to watch his younger kids grow up unlike how things happened with the triplets. “I know why you're watching them, Rae. I don't want to lose any time with them.”

“It's not just that, Nik.” Spinning around on my feet I met his gaze.

He lowered his gaze to mine. “Then what else is troubling you?”

“What if I can’t be there for them like I was with Henrik and the girls. I mean now we are running an entire school for supernatural creatures. I just am afraid that this will consume my time and I’ll miss out on things.” I admit to him weakly.

Klaus grabs my shoulders gently. “Raelyn, that is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. You are nothing but the best mother in the world.”

“You really feel that way?” I asked him through tears that had slipped down my face.

He nodded his head. “Yes I 100% feel that way. You are a wonderful mother and headmistress.”

“Thank you, Nik. I just don’t want to miss out on the big moments in any of our children's lives.” I laid my head on his chest staring at my sleeping twin babies.

He kissed the crown of my heart, bending my forehead down so he could do so. “You’re welcome, Rae.” He draped one arm over my shoulder looking at his sleeping kids.

Rapunzel rolled over on her side and Charming was sucking on his thumb. I intertwined my freehand with my husband's knowing that no matter what we wouldn’t let anyone keep us from our kids ever again. We had gone through hell and back for one another. Meaning we would do anything to see our children grow up with us by their sides.

Rushing through the hospital doors every single member of the Mikaelson family was in a panic over Alina’s baby coming. None of us thought it would happen tonight. I rushed forward to the front desk seeing a nurse sitting there. “Excuse me, we need a doctor. My daughter is going into labor.”

“We will try and get a doctor right away. But it is very late at night.” She explained.

Klaus moved around me grabbing the woman by her shirt compelling her. “You will get the best doctor around immediately and you will put great care in my daughter and the baby she is about to deliver!”

The nurse scrambled out of the desk leaving us alone. It took only a few minutes before we were given a room. Jackson helped Alina up into the bed and she winced holding her stomach meaning the contractions had started. “Ugh! How bad was it for you mom?”

“Oh baby…uh my experience involved witches trying to sacrifice you all for your magic.” I crossed my arms over my chest leaning in the doorway. Klaus had the babies in the lobby with Henrik. My brother and Hayley had been called too.

Alina winced, throwing her head back against the pillows. “Oh God!”

“Ms. Keener, I was notified by the nurse. And she said you are almost ready to push.” A red headed nurse came in the room holding a chart.

Jackson held onto his wife's hand. “How bad will it be?”

“Given that it's her first child I would say it might not be very comfortable. Now we need to talk about who are the two going to be in the room with you?” The nurse looked around the room seeing me, Missy, Hope and Jackson all in the room.

Alina croaked through some tears. “Mom…can it be you and my sisters?”

“Oh ma'am we don't normally allow-”

I cut the nurse off short, grabbing her by the shoulder compelling her. “You aren't going to worry about this. Now go get the doctor please.”

“I'll wait in the hallway with your dad if that’s okay?” Jackson asked his wife, kissing Alina’s forehead after she nodded yes in agreement.

He left the room at the same time the doctor came in with the nurses. She was sat in the position on the bed and I had tied her hair up in a bun so it wasn’t in her way. Missy and Hope were on either side of her bed and I stood by Hope. “Okay, you're ready to push now Mrs. Keener.” The doctor declared sitting at the end of the bed.

“Lina, you're gonna be okay and so is the baby.” I attempted to reassure her by being able to hear the infant heartbeat inside of her.

The contractions started coming closer together when she gave some of her first few pushes. My heart started banging against my chest and I already felt tired. "It's starting to come out, Alina. Just a few more big pushes."

Hope and Missy winced sharply when she squeezed their hands even tighter. I moved closer to her on the bed reaching out to touch her for comfort knowing this had to be hard. Sweat was sticking to her forehead. "I can't do this, mom…I can’t!"

“Yes you can, sweetheart.” I touched her arm and I saw my hand turning red.

Alina winced. “Agh! Mom.” I shut my eyes tightly seeing a bad memory flash through my mind.

Shutting my eyes tightly I revealed my fangs out from inside my mouth slamming my hands on the wooden floor needing to feel the magic in my blood. “Magia tollux de terras…Magia tollux de terras….Magia tollux de terras!”

I tried to fight against her but her hands turned red siphoning my strength away from me. “Valerie, let me go…aaagh!” I moaned in pain collapsing to the wooden floor in front of the other heretic.

“Ah Alina, I'm sorry.” I yanked my hand away and stepped back against the wall beginning to feel uneasy.

She bared my teeth doing one final push that took the last of her energy that she had left. An infant's cry filled the room where she threw her head back onto the pillows. Gulping a lump down my throat I slowly controlled my breathing while the nurse wrapped the baby in a blanket handing them to my daughter. "Congratulations, you have a baby boy. Have you thought of a name?"

“We have but..I want Jack in here before I say the name.” Alina cradled the baby against her chest.

The nurse nodded, stepping out of the room. “I'll go get them.” She came back in with Jackson and the others.

“Alina, are you okay?” Jackson immediately went over to her, covering his face with his hands letting some tears slip out. “Oh my god..what's his name?”

“Xavier Thor Keener.” Alina declared with a smile on her face.

Klaus stands in the doorway he went to touch me. He reaches down, intertwining my hand with his. “Raelyn -ah!” He winced where I moved my gaze down quickly where I could see our hands were red together.

“Nik genius! I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” I apologized, yanking my hand away from his slowly walking backwards away from him in the hallway. “I…I should go.”

Klaus turned on his feet sensing that something wasn't right with me at this moment. “Rae, what’s wrong, love?”

“I just need to go now…” I spun on my feet vamping down the hallway until I was outside in the parking lot. Pressing my hands on the hood of the car I felt a tightening in my chest. “No, no, no. You're stronger than this….The Hollow is gone. You can control yourself.”

Someone vamped behind me and I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. “Raelyn, what the hell was that back there?”

“I didn't mean to hurt you…I didn't mean to hurt Alina either. I…I just needed some air so you can go back inside and see our grandchild. I'll be right back in there.” Holding my hands up I croaked through tears keeping a distance from my own husband.

He stepped forward sensing that I wasn't in my right mind at the moment. “Look, you're just overwhelmed. You'll be fine when you go in there and see our grandson.”

“No! Klaus, I can’t be around people right now. I’m gonna go back to the mansion and just tell Alina I’m sorry for leaving early.” I sniffed through some more tears vamping away from the parking lot before he could say anything. Klaus just stared off in the distance of where his wife was where he ran his hands through his hair, trying to process everything.

I wasn’t sure what time it was or how long it had been since I had been home back in the mansion. Walking through the mansion I went downstairs into the basement knowing what I needed was done there. Since we had young kids I didn’t feel it was safe to have many weapons around for the twins sake. Opening the cabinet door I wasn’t sure what made me keep it, maybe it was because I always thought that I would get my revenge on Kai sooner. “Fructose ispiritus…” I mumbled under my breath clutching the hunting knife in both hands feeling my magic slipping away into the blade.

“Raelyn!” Whipping my head around I stumbled into the shelves seeing my husband standing on the wooden steps. “Bloody hell what are you doing down here?”

I lowered the knife down to just my right hand changing the subject. “How’s our daughter and grandson?”

“They’re fine. Have to stay in the hospital for a couple of days. Now why do you have a knife and where did you find it?” He asked me coming closer until we were almost chest to chest.

I held onto the blade tightly lifting it up in my hands seeing my reflection in it. “It’s the knife Kai stabbed Jo with. The same hunting knife that contained her magic until the night they merged again.”

“What did you do?” Klaus questioned.

“I put my magic away for safe keeping. I know that we defeated the Hollow but I am not in my right mind, Nik. I…I accidentally siphoned from you and Alina without even realizing it. I can’t trust myself right now especially with magic. So…I put it away in here.” I clutched the knife again laying it down on the freezer beside me brushing past my husband.

Klaus went to grab my arm but I vamped away from him to the top of the stairs knowing he would try and convince me otherwise that I was fine when I knew that I wasn’t at the moment. “Rae…wait a second.”

“My magic will only come out of the knife when I willingly want it too. This is my decision, Klaus and you can’t change my mind.” I left him there without another word and his eyes fell on the knife beside him.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[hollandsmushroom]

technically me requesting but also a thirst ask: peter thinking you’re gonna help him get off when you pull down his boxers but then you’re asking him if he can cum for you hands free. him begging for you to touch him because he can’t

NO HANDS || P.P.

I um...I got carried away. I hope you like it!

Word Count 1,302

WARNINGS: SMUT FILTHY FILTHY SMUT 18+ CHARACTERS AGED UP

Extended Warnings: Degradation, masturbations, teasing, spitting, internal orgasm, I think thats it honestly but she filthy.

It was messy and eager and horny, your lips were on his as you straddled his waist, your ass pressed against his hard cock that was rubbing up against you, his sensitive body eager from friction to satisfy the urge that was growing in his belly.

“Hmmhnnng” Peter whimpered as you pulled your mouth from his, kissing your way down his neck, sucking dark marks onto his pale skin as you went, marking the soft skin as yours as he wimpily bucked up into you but you pulled away, tugging his shirt from his torso and hooking your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to just below his balls.

“Oh look at you” you hum, tapping your fingers along the shaft of his dick, his abs clenching and body jerking with every slight press on the fiery skin, precum smeared across the engorged and veiny flesh. “So needy, such a little slut” your voice was sharp as you moved closer to his cock, breathing on it softly as you watched him squirm, having pinned his hands under his back so he wouldn’t inadvertently touch you, he knew the rules. “God, I am sure your filthy mind is thinking of all the things I could do to you,” digging your nails into the skin of his inner thighs to emphasize your words, he moaned in a concoction of pain and pleasure emanating from the tender crescent shaped marks. “I could take you from behind while you fuck a fleshlight,” your fingers were drawing nearer and nearer his hard on but evadidng touching it, “Could let you fuck my mouth, or my pussy” you draw some spit in your mouth and let it fall from your lips onto his shaft, his hips bucking up, trying to reach your lips.

“Want it all, want anything please, please” he was a mess, there was a pool of precum on his abs and the spit was dripping down his hot skin, trailing down the valley of his balls. You completely ignored his words, not paying him any mind as you sat back entirely.

“But I am not in the mood for any of those things” Peter's eyes snapped open, looking at you with shock, his brown doe eyes appearing as though they could cry.

“What, baby, no-” you pressed a finger to his lips, cutting off his sentence.

“Greedy boys don’t get to be touched” your voice was firm and harsh and Peter knew he had messed up.

“They get to fuck the air while watching me fuck myself on my fingers, isn’t that right?” Peter nodded his head forlornly, regretting his eagerness, wishing he wasn’t so needy, wishing you would touch him, god he just wanted your hands on him, he wanted to be in you or have you in him, he just wanted you. “Suck” you instructed, poking two fingers through his lips which he eagerly grasped, tongue tracing up and down them like it did when he gave head to your strap. “Good boy, getting my fingers all wet for me” you complement, pulling them from his lips but he chased them, wanting more, wanting to taste you, he ignored the warning signs, the growl from the back of your throat in displeasure at his disobedience.

“No!” you order, pressing the palm of your freehand against his sweaty forehead and pushing him back onto the bed. “Eyes on me, babyboy” you order as you spread your legs, a moan escaping his lips at the sight of you, your arousal dripping down to your asshole and smeared across your inner thighs.

“Fuck!” you cried out, your fingers pushing into you, your hand held in the Spider-Man hand shape, somewhat of an homage to the superhero you currently had whimpering in your shared bed.

Peter eyed you hungrily as he tried to work his hips against the air, groaning and moaning in annoyance as nothing was fulfilling the need that he had. He needed more, he wanted harsh touch and he wasn’t afraid to ask for it, helpless pleads leaving his lips as he continued fucking into nothing, but you ignored his words, too focused on your fingers working over your heat and his words just egged you on, arching your back and putting on even more of a show.

Peter developed a plan, starting to move his hips differently , trying to catch his dick on the waistband of his boxers so he could have any form of friction but it wasn’t working, it was just tweaking his back from the odd thrusts. His eyes were still on you, focused on the way your cunt glistened in the light that was shining through the window and how your fingers pushed in and out of you, your other hand rapidly rubbing your clit and he just wanted it to be him, he wanted to make you feel good.

“Baby” he whined, his voice broken and hoarse from the moans and grunts of neediness, it was all becoming too much and he didn’t know how much more he could take.

“Oh fuck, Peter” you moan loudly, your legs shaking as you throw your head back, letting it hit the head board repeatedly as you bucked your hips into your hand. It broke Peter, tears trailing from his eyes as he watched you peak, wanting the for himself as well, the cool wind on his dick was nothing compared to your tight heat and that was what he needed right now, your cunt.

“Please, Y/n, please, I just wanna be in you, please please please” his voice was broken and he was blubbering and god it filled you with pride.

“Okay, okay, just stop whining or I will change my mind” you ordered, raising yourself on your knees and crawling towards him, gripping his dick harshly and forcing a hiss from his lips. Shifting your hips you once again held yourself above him, but this time his cock was out and brushed through your folds before you sank down onto him, both of you moaning with ecstasy as you began to bounce. You knew that Peter was there, that he was about to cum and honestly you had already had a great orgasm and were tired and weak settling with finishing him off and being done.

“Cum for be, baby boy,” you order, tweaking his nipples in between your fingers as you rocked against him, feeling as he slid in and out of you. He was choking on words, not able to form a sentence as you felt him twitch inside of you. “Look at you, so cunt drunk you can’t even talk” you chide, your words of faux shaming snapping the levie in his belly and he was gone, his body twitching and high pitched moans and grunts and cries spilled from his lips, his cum spilling from his tip and painting the walls of your vagina. You continued rocking and bouncing, milking him until his face pinched in overstimulation, his cock unable to take any more and you rolled off of him.

In your movement of unsheating Peter from your core you caught a glimpse of the cum, that was dripping from between your spread legs, in the mirror at the end of the bed(conveniently placed for you to make Peter watch as you fuck him from behind)making you chuckle, he really needed that apparently.

“You happy now?” you ask as you look down, Peter’s face was soft and tired and his eyes were closed, cheek pressed up against your bare breast as he caught his breath.

“Very” he panted out, opening his eyes and looking at you, they were blood shot and tear track ran from the corners but god did he look fucking at peace, entirely fucked out and in love.

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[simpleserendipity]

When you stop, I stop | Calum Hood | Mature

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (established relationships)

Warning: smut, talk about sex, oral (f recieving), fingering

Word count: 1,615 words

Finals week is hell. There was nothing worse than the stress of finals, especially now. You were finally going to graduate and be a practicing psychologist. You’ve dreamed of this for years. You were sure you wouldn’t have made it through if it wasn’t for the support of your loving boyfriend, Calum, who you met as a freshman. He had eventually dropped out of college, more focused on his music, which was doing well. He always supported your dreams though, helping you when you pulled all-nighters, listening to you practice presentations, bringing you food while you studied, and especially pulling you away when you’ve been studying for too long. You were just finishing your paper as Calum came in through the door of your shared apartment after being at the studio writing all day.

“I’m home baby,” Calum calls from the front door before walking in further to see you sitting on the floor by the coffee table, “What are you working on?”

“Just perfecting my thesis.” You answered typing away at the computer and glancing between the screen and a textbook, “How was the studio?”

“Really good, we finally wrote that bridge for that song we’ve been w

“Baby,” Calum comes up behind you, crouching down to be eye level and placing hands on your shoulders, “How long have you been working?”

“What time is it?”

“It’s after 9,” He answers, his hands rubbing your shoulders, “Have you eaten today?”

“I haven’t had time,” You pick up the textbook, “I’ve been working on this all day.”

“Baby you know you have to eat,” Calum’s hands stop, “Get up we’re going to the kitchen to get you something to eat.” He moves to stand in front of you, holding a hand out for you.

“Not now Cal,” You whined, “I have so much work to do still.”

Calum stops and narrows his eyes, “Baby your paper isn’t due for another week and you’ve had it done for months. You need to get up and eat.”

“I’ll eat later.”

“It’s important for you to eat, come on.”

You sigh before getting up and keeping the textbook tucked under your arm, “Fine.” You agree, knowing Calum wouldn’t let this go. You take his hand and he pulls you down the hall to the kitchen.

“What do you want to eat baby?” Calum spins around on his heels, “I can make you something or order you something.”

You think for a minute and think, “Can you make me your special grilled cheese?” You ask, shifting your weight, dropping his hand. Calum smiles, he isn’t much of a cook but he could sure make an amazing grilled cheese with whatever else he could find in the kitchen. It was different every time but made with love by Calum so that’s all that mattered to you.

“Of course,” He leans in and kisses your forehead before pulling back, hands finding your hips, “You sit here,” He backed you into the counter and helped lift you onto the counter, “I’ll make your sandwich.”

“Thank you, Cal.” You smile, leaning your head back on the cabinet, you open the book and begin to thumb through those pages. You occasionally peek out the corner of your eyes at Calum who is moving about the kitchen. He was gathering random items from around the kitchen to make dinner. You watched him put the pan on the stove and buttering a slice of bread for the pan. He pulled out a second pan and tossed some bacon in.

“You look so pretty when you’re pretending to read that book,” Calum teases, moving away from the food and in front of you, “You know I can always tell when you’re looking at me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You roll your eyes, “I’m reading.” You pull the book up in front of your eyes as Calum’s hands rest on your knees, parting your legs to stand between them.

His hand came to the top of the book, pushing it down, “Don’t lie to me, baby.” His other hand shuts the book and sets it on the counter beside you. “I was reading that.”

“You can read later,” He leans in, his lips ghosting over yours, “I have something else in mind.” Calum connects your lips eagerly. You respond as the kiss heats up, your hands clasped around his neck and his hands trace shapes on your thighs.

You pull away slightly, “I thought it was important that I eat.” You tease, pulling your hands to rest on top of his hands.

“It is important to eat,” His hand slides up your thigh hitting the edge of your shorts, “I want to eat something else.” He whispers, lips against yours while pulling the edge of your shorts down a bit.

You pull away, both of your hands finding his chest, “That was the worst possible thing you could have said to me at this moment.” You playfully push him back.

Calum rolls his eyes, “Shut up,” One of his hands comes up to your chin, gripping tightly, “Do you want me to eat you out of not?” His demeanor changes completely as the other hand moves to the waistband. His hand slips into the pants and past your underwear, his finger traces over your clit lightly. You let out a whimper as he gains speed, “Words baby.” He tuts, letting go of your chin.

“Please…” You beg, hands coming to rest on his shoulders.

“Of course I will baby,” He grins, pulling his hand away from you and kneeling to be eye level with your cunt, “I know how hard you’re working. You deserve this don’t you baby?”

“Please Calum…” You whined again.

“Alright, you do deserve it.” He grins, pulling your shorts down slowly and you wiggle your hips to help him get them off. He gets your shorts and underwear off, hands finding your knees, pushing your legs farther apart. He leans in so that his breath hit your dripping cunt making you shiver slightly, “Actually baby,” He looks up, “Since you wanted to read so bad,” One of Calum’s hands move over to the textbook on the counter, he picks it up and thrusts it into your hands, “How about you read for me.”

“What Calum?” You ask.

“Read to me,” He answers, hands gripping your thighs again, “And when you stop, I stop.” He leans in again and your breath hitches.

He leans forward, licking a stripe up your cunt, “Better start reading.” He tuts before leaning back in.

You flip back to the page you were reading and try to find the spot. You have one hand holding the textbook open and the other tangled in his hair, “In 2006, Dr. Weinschenk conducted a study-” Your reading is cut off by Calum’s lips attaching to your clit, “Oh god.” You threw your head back as he sucked on your clit, one hand tracing up your thigh coming to your core, “More Calum.” You begged.

He pulled away, “When you stop, I stop.”

You turn back to the book with a shaky voice, “Conducted a study amongst 10,000 college students-” You pause for a moment as two of his fingers plunge into your core, “O-of many different ages, genders and um…” You pause to catch your breath as Calum continues to swirl his tongue around your clit and fingers thrust in and out. You continue to struggle while trying to read, knowing he’ll stop and never let you finish if you don’t try.

“What’s that baby?” He pulls away for a second to ask with a cocky grin on his face.

“Genders and races about how-” You pause to let out a loud moan as he curls his fingers, “How stressed they are regularly-” You’re cut off by Calum’s pace quickening again, “Holy shit Calum,” You gasp as he sucks on your clit harsher than before, “Basis during a semester.”

“You are doing so well,” Calum says as he pulls away and his freehand leaves your thigh, “How about you put that book down and focus cumming on my tongue? You like that idea baby?”

You nod desperately, “Please Calum…” You set the book down again, both hands finding his hair, “Please make me cum.” You beg, looking down, making eye contact with your boyfriend. He smirks before diving back in. He sucks on your clit while curling his fingers against your g spot. It wasn’t long until you felt the knot in your stomach growing. Your grip on his curls tightened. You tugged as his curls, earning a moan from him and the vibrations sent you over the edge, “Shit Calum.” You whined, your head hitting the cabinet behind you and your fingers coming out of his hair.

He pulled back and took his fingers out, “You did so well baby.” He laughs, sticking his fingers in his mouth.

You chuckled for a minute, “What the fuck was that about?”

“What?” Calum looks surprised.

“Reading my textbook to you while you had your head between my legs?” You laughed again.

“I don’t know,” Calum shrugs, pulling back, “I just thought of it. Did you not like it?” He seems concerned.

“No,” You pause, “It just took me by surprise.”

Calum steps back, picking up your pants from where he tossed them on the floor, “Here you go,” He laughs, tossing them at you, “Let me finish making your sandwich.” Calum says as he goes back to making the sandwich as if nothing had happened. It made you laugh but you were grateful for Calum during these stressful times, he was goofy and always knew how to make you feel better.

[wornoutmouse]

Can i request some itadori and sukuna nsfw hc’s?

It’s really funny because these two are on two ends of the spectrum without even trying. Let’s start with our main boy

 Itadori Yuji.

Well for one, I feel like he’s a romantic so he’d probably make your first time together special

There is a lot of kisses, something about him makes me think he might cry during it cause of how much he loves you

HOWEVER

The second time around, he will be feeling a little curious about trying his kinks on you.

The first kink I think he would have really heavy is simply mutual masturbation

Just watching you play with yourself for him will get him hard in seconds. 

He gets really amped up if you get embarrassed at the comments he makes while watching you 

“You look fucking sexy with your fingers in your pussy.” You groan lowly at glare at your boyfriend. “Yuiji, if you don’t shut up, I will stop right here and now.” But being the hyper hormonal little shit he is, your demanding tone making him dribble more precum onto his hands that begin moving faster at your tone. “Don’t get mad at me Y/n, you’re just so cute when flustered.” 

Yuiji tilts his head, eyes lazy while he watched how the sun cast itself on your brown mound making your wetness shine.

Along with his mutual masturbation, it is understandable that he enjoys capturing things in the moment.

(despite you telling him that’s not how that phrase works)

The first time it happened, you had been caught off guard by the bright flash

“Itadori...I know damn well you didn’t just take a picture of me” Without an ounce of shame, you hear the telltale blip of his phone recording. ‘I’m just living in the moment.” His breath catches as he repeatedly teased the tip of his cock. 

Said cock was hanging long and glistening before you. He angles the camera down at himself, you watch as he teases himself with long strokes. Turning his phone off, he wipes his brow of sweat before scooting closer to you. 

Yuiji scoots closer to you, pulling your legs over his. There are only a few inches between his dick and you. Reaching behind, Itadori gently rests his hand on the back of your head, mindful of your puff and biting your lip. 

Kissing with Yujij is a messy business

This man enjoys things being wet and slippery whether from too much lube or the result of his tongue going everywhere on your body.

He’s a worshiper but does it in weird ways

Also doesn’t mind when you take the reigns in the relationship,

In fact, it’s a bit of stress relief from being targetted all the time

As the kiss gets heavier, your lips swallow the small sighs leaving Itadori’s mouth. You can feel the head of his cock bumping against your clit as he earnestly tried to freehand fuck you

What in god’s name did I just write?

Putting your arm in between your legs you hold his cock against you and sink down. Yuiji combed his fingers through his pink hair with his eyes screwed tightly shut. “That feels so nice.” Humming in acknowledgment, you gently rock forward, ignoring the brief jostling his twitches caused. “Please!” 

You were going to take good care of your baby that night

Sukuna

This mofo right here, don’t give an ounce of a damn

He is mean in and out of the bed

If you were anyone else you two would have been fighting a long time ago

Even so, I think Sukuna likes cockwarming

Having you sit on his lap like a throne while he playfully thrusts  you every so often

“How do you feel little one?” Sharp nails pinch your nipples much to your disapproval. “Sukuna stop I’m trying to watch my show.” The curse grumbles, eyes glaring at the TV playing nothing but nonsense. Sukuna rests the top of his head on yours, materializing another set of arms one pair goes to your waist while the other holds your breasts.

While you watch your show, Sukuna busies himself with light grinding against you. Much to his agitation, every time you laughed, you inadvertently clenched down on him so it wasn’t hard for him to get...hard. The faint sound of your breathing speeding up only encouraged his bucking until eventually, he has you bouncing on his dick, whispering in your ear, “Keep watching your show.”

Sukuna likes control, something he can’t exercise when he’s inside Yuiji all the damn time

And watching you sometimes dominate Yuji gets his blood boiling no matter how good it feels

So as soon as he gets out long enough to have enough freaky time with you, he’s calling the stops

He’s holding you down and basically using you as a sex doll

You want to ride?

Well you are going to sit on his dick and hold on cause he’s doing all the thrusting

Giving head? 

Yeah totally you’re going to get your face fucked

He will never not be in control and doesn’t mind dominating you if you try to step out of your place

He respects you as a partner but the submissiveness stops at Yuiji

“Sukuna slow down please, I’m fa-alling!” Your pleas are hardly heard a Sukuna simply wraps a pair of arms around you and lowers you to the floor. You are mounted once again, the rough feeling of the carpet below you, scraping your knees only makes your wails louder. “Good Girl.”

[lilyofthesword-writes]

Insistence

Summary: Loki is being stubborn even when injured, not wanting help for fear of seeming weak. You ignore his protests and tend to him anyways.

Pairing: Loki x Field/Combat Medic!Reader

Word Count: 2,864

Warnings/Disclaimers: Mild violence. Injuries, burns. I don’t go into gory detail. Minor character death alluded to.

A/N: This one took longer than I anticipated. I wound up rewriting it midway through. The whole combat medic has been on my list of ideas for a while with only the most basic idea in my head. Once I start writing, it veered off in a different direction.

Masterlist

“I do not require your assistance, Mortal,” Loki spat, his voice lacking the venom it was usually laced with especially when you were trying to do your job.

You scoffed, gently dabbing at the tiny lacerations on his cheek. “Well, you’re getting it anyways. What kind of field medic would I be if I didn’t help everyone on the team?”

He scowled as you brushed a rogue ribbon of inky hair behind his ear so you could make sure you didn’t miss anything. In truth, this was the first time he didn’t continuously insist on pushing you away. There was always something about him not needing your treatments or someone else needing to be tended to first - Any excuse he could use to deny help. Then again, there was nowhere for him to run this time.

Either Fury’s intel had been wrong, your team’s plans had been leaked or both. The HYDRA base you all had been sent to had been overstocked in both operatives and ammunition. Even with the legacy team that accepted Loki almost half a year ago, you weren’t prepared.

Nat had been the worst, immediately being taken down when she attempted to infiltrate the base. That was when the HYDRA members started spilling out from within and around the base. With the rest of the team providing backup, Clint was able to help you lug her back to the Quinjet where you cleaned the deep gash in her side and stitched her together again. Of course, Clint wasn’t going to stand down. He stayed by the ramp, firing arrow after arrow to keep some of the heat off his companions. You wound up having to patch up his bleeding leg while he continued to fight.

Steve was the next to return. He collapsed in a seat as you reached him. Bruised and battered, he was mostly alright save for the possibility of some broken ribs. Tony crashed-landed onto the ramp, the metal of his suit screeching and scraping as he skidded inside. He was in the same boat as Steve along with his suit quickly losing power. There wasn’t much left he could do. Thor lumbered backwards into the Quinjet, Mjolnir still boomeranging out into the field to take down what enemies he could. With the God of Thunder standing guard, Clint disappeared to the cockpit.

The engines whirred to life. “Okay, guys! Jet’s primed and ready for take off. We got everyone?” Clint called out.

You took a look around, hearing the engines ready themselves. Thor cursed under his breath as he continued throwing his hammer. Where was… Oh… Oh no.

Shoving the cotton ball doused in antiseptic into Tony’s hand, you peeled away from his side and hovered near Thor. Against the bright white snow, a twister of black, green and gold ferociously danced. Loki was still out there.

“Do NOT take off yet!” you hollered back.

With a huff, you opened a hidden compartment and pulled out a sniper rifle along with its tripod. After piecing together the barrels, you attached the small tripod and settled on the floor, taking aim in Loki’s general direction. You popped off a couple rounds onto any of the HYDRA agents who dared try to catch the mischievous god off guard.

Tony shuffled to his feet, cursing when he realized just what was happening. By this time, he had removed himself from the drained Iron Man suit. “Trade places, Legolas! Reindeer Games is still out there!” He dashed to the cockpit.

You fired again, this operative having gotten too close for comfort. Loki had turned just in time to see opponent drop dead at his feet. With a near indiscernible nod that could only be seen through your scope, he carried on, slowly making his way to the Quinjet.

Despite his own injury, Clint was swiftly back at your side. With the extra backup, an exhausted Thor was able to make it off the ramp, farther into the fray and meet his brother halfway. Clint and you kept the path clear enough for them to rush back. It was stunning to see how well they could work together when they needed to.

The moment they were in reach of the ramp, you leapt to your feet and with Clint pulled the exhausted brothers on board. The ramp lifted as you tugged Loki into sitting, and the Quinjet took off. So, here you were, attempting to take care of the trickster’s wounds after having checked on Thor.

“I am a god,” he sneered half heartedly. “I will heal quickly. This is unnecessary.” He winced lightly as the antiseptic stung his cheek.

You sighed, “Any one can heal those cuts, but just because you can do so faster than the rest of us, doesn’t mean you are impervious to infections. Just less likely to get them.”

He went silent at that, either realizing you were right or just not desiring to argue further. Done with one side, you swapped to the seat on the other side of him. With a clean, freshly wetted cotton ball, you gingerly began cleaning his other cheek. All things considered, Loki didn’t look too bad. At least, not as bad as he could have. With your freehand, you coaxed him to lift his chin up so you could tend to the lacerations on his neck.

“Why?” His voice was soft, just loud enough for only you to hear him.

“Why, what?” You copied his volume level.

“Why do you insist on this?”

You stopped your ministrations, raising your gaze to look him in the eye. His face was uncharacteristically soft as he looked back at you. Though he tried to hide it, his aventurine eyes held an unfamiliar vulnerability.

“Well,” you started slowly, carefully choosing your words. “You are a member of this team, and you should be treated as such.” Fingers still ghosting his chin, you guided him to face you. “You deserve the same treatment I would give everyone else.”

His brow furrowed as he studied you cautiously. It took him a moment before he finally spoke again. “Should that be what you wish to believe, it is fine by me.” You could hear the sharpness returning to his voice.

The god turned away, leaning back in his seat with closed eyes, effectively ignoring you. Now, you could have chosen to change seats, to move away from the cold attitude clearly directed at you, but you stayed. One, you were tired like everyone else and didn’t feel like getting up. Two, you were going to be stubborn and bug him with your presence.

Eventually a calm quiet enveloped the Quinjet, seeping into your bones. Feeling your eyes droop, you settled in your seat for as much comfort as you could get before drifting off.

You imagined hours had passed by the time you woke. Your muscles ached from the position you had fallen into, your neck being the worst. Tentatively rolling your shoulder, you tried to sit up and stretch only to find you couldn’t. Your head was resting you thought was the side of your seat, but there was a light weight keeping on top keeping you from moving. You opened your eyes to a shocking sight.

No, your sleeping position was a bit different from what you thought. Your makeshift pillow happened to be Loki’s shoulder. He, in turn, had his head on yours, probably having fallen asleep shortly after you. It seemed like he was still asleep, his chest rhythmically rising and falling in a way that could be described as soft. You could only imagine the tranquil expression on his face. There was absolutely no way you were going to look. You would probably move too much and wake him, and that would be the end of this little moment.

The rest of the team was asleep, save for Thor. Even with exhaustion drenching his body, he was wide awake, grinning like a madman when he realized you had caught him watching. How long had he bared witness to the scene unfolding? With a scowl, you pressed your finger to your lips, signaling him to keep quiet. He merely nodded, that knowing smile still plastered on his face.

The call you received from Maria shocked the lingering sleep from your body. A small team had been formed to infiltrate a hostage situation - a team that included Nat, Loki, Steve and another field medic whose name you hadn’t even had the chance to remember yet. The mission had soured once they reached the hostages. Everyone was being brought back to the compound for treatment. It was all hands on deck.

Quickly shucking your pajamas, you threw on a pair of scrubs and sneakers and made a mad dash to the Med Bay. The place was pure chaos. Most of the doctors and nurses were tending to the hostages in the main rooms. The team was near the back in separate rooms.

Spotting Maria who was attempting to direct people and bring some semblance of order to the wing, you rushed over to her. “Where do you need me?”

She flipped through the files on her data pad, not even looking up to see who she was speaking to. “Everyone has a medic taking care of them except for Steve and Loki. Start there.”

“Understood,” you nodded, leaving Maria to do what else was needed.

Down the hall, you took note of the injuries you could see of the various patients. Burns… Lots of burns… What in the world happened?

Passing by Nat’s room, she seemed mostly alright. She gave you a minute bob of her head that you reciprocated before meeting up with Steve. He had burns along one side of his body. Thankfully, the treatment would be minimal compared to some of the others.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a grimace as you began your work.

“How’re you feeling?”

He huffed out a tiny laugh, “Honestly, not terrible.”

With the top half of his suit tugged down, you gingerly cleaned and added ointment to soothe the wounds. “What happened out there?”

“One of the hostages… Well… He had an explosive… Saddled up to Trevor…”

Oh… The field medic… Oh god…

Steve sucked in a breath like he couldn’t get enough air in his lungs. “Loki tried to contain it, but… We were all a little late in reacting.”

Your hands stilled. “How bad is he?”

The super soldier plucked the salve container from your fingers. “He’ll live, but if you’re really that worried about him, I can handle the rest of this.”

“You know him.” You tried to snag the container back. “He’ll come up with any excuse to not let us help him. If he knows I left you here, he’ll insist I leave him alone.”

Steve held it away from you with his good arm like a kid holding its younger sibling’s toy out of reach. “I doubt he will do that this time,” he smiled reassuringly, a glint of knowing shining in his eyes.

Leaning on the bed, you heaved a sigh. “You’re gonna drag me in there if I refuse, aren’t you?”

“Yup,” he ended with a pop. “Now get going!” He shooed you away.

“Fine,” you groaned, playfully dramatic. “But you can bet I will be back later to make sure you did everything right.”

He let loose a chuckle. “I’d expect nothing less.”

Leaving Steve to his own devices, you went to the next room down the hall. The door was shut and the privacy blinds were closed. Was Loki hurt that badly that the others had to be hidden away?

With a quick announcing knock, you steeled yourself and pushed the door open, sliding in before silently closing it again. When you turned to face Loki, you were met with something you hadn’t quite expected to see. What burns still littered his skin looked as though they were mostly healed over, but that wasn’t the problem. With his armor off, you were able to get a good look at his arms and upper torso.

Blue. His skin was blue. Ridges meticulously adorned his arms, up his chest and even his face. It was such a stark contrast to his Asgardian form, yet it still suited him well. From unmarred, alabaster skin to decorated, indigo skin. Perfection in both forms.

“Loki?” you announced your presence as softly as possible.

His face scrunched as he squinted his eyes open to find you standing beside him. “Aren’t there others that need tending to?” The hoarseness of his voice betrayed the harshness he attempted to convey.

“We’ve enough staff to manage everyone well enough,” you shook your head with a smile.

Now that you were closer, you could see he was sweating profusely. His breaths were so shallow. Brushing away a locket of hair matted to his forehead, you found his skin warm… Much warmer than it should be. Instead of recoiling immediately, you laid your palm flush with his forehead. “You are burning up!”

You pulled away to pop outside the door. Waving down a nurse, you asked him to bring in as many ice packs as he could. What was currently stored in the room would not be enough. Returning, you pulled out all of the packs. You wrapped them in some towels so they wouldn’t directly touch his skin. Then, you placed them around Loki, hoping this would be enough until the nurse got back with you.

The god rested silently while you worked. It was only when you pulled up a chair next to him to keep an eye on his vitals that he finally spoke. “Why are you still here?” A sort of vulnerability leaked out of his voice.

“Because you need help,” you deadpanned, really not wanting this argument again.

“No.” His brow furrowed with frustration, ruby eyes staring at the ceiling. “Why haven’t you run yet?”

You brushed a little more of his tresses away from his face. “And why would I do that?”

“Are you blind? Do you not see the monstrosity before you?” He scowled, still refusing to look at you.

“No, I don’t.”

He barked out a laugh that he immediately regretted. “Then what, pray tell, do you see?”

Reaching across for his cheek, you guided him to face you, receiving little resistance. His skin was still hot but not quite as much as before. “I see a person who risked his own safety to protect a bunch of civilians. There’s no way you could be a monster even with your jötun form.”

“So, you do know what I am…” A deep frown etched across his face.

“Yes… If it makes you feel any better, only a select few know. I have to know the medical histories of all the Avengers if I’m to treat them in the field.”

Silence…

“And for what it’s worth, this,” your thumb graced the apple of his cheek, “is not scary in the slightest.”

His eyes searched yours frantically for any hint of dishonesty. A trembling hand raised and settled on yours, pressing it further on his face. His lips parted to speak but was interrupted by a light knock on the door.

With an apologetic smile, you slid your hand from his grasp. The nurse from before had returned with the ice packs. A quick “thank you” and you brought the tray in the room, shutting the door behind you. Just as you had before, you surrounded him with the new packs. Loki’s chest rose and fell more deeply as he cooled down even further, skin morphing into a pale sky blue and eyes returning to the bluish-green you’ve come to know.

“Well, you’re at least responding quickly. How do you feel?” You hovered at his bedside.

He locked eyes with you again, a cocktail of emotions swirling about despite his attempts to keep a straight face. “I-” he cleared his throat. “Better…”

“Good, good…” Your hands fiddled with the sheets. “Is there anything you need?”

Loki’s lips pursed, and he swallowed thickly. His digits brushed against yours, halting your nervous tick. “Stay?”

“Of course,” you breathed.

The corners of your mouth tugged upwards as you glided your fingers into his palm like two puzzle pieces meant to fit together, giving his hand a light squeeze. You pulled your seat closer and sat back down.

Just as you made yourself comfortable, Loki raised your hand to his face. His lips grazed over your knuckles as he whispered, “Thank you…”

“Anytime.” And you meant it. “I’ll stay for as long as you’ll have me.”

He let your entwined hands float back down to the bed as he chuckled. “If that’s the case, I do hope you are well prepared.”

“Oh, yeah?” You smirked. “And just how long do you plan on keeping me around?”

“For as long as you will have me.”

Little did either of you know, Thor had come to the Med Bay to check on Loki after he heard the news and was listening to the conversation through the closed door. He decided to leave you be for now. The congratulations and light teasing could wait until tomorrow.

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[petersspidey]

You Suck, Parker Part 2

You Suck, Parker Part 2

Request: ugghhh I just read "you suck, parker" and I think a part two would be so cute

Warnings: *smut*

Word count: 1821

Summary: Part 2 to this

MASTERLIST

It had been about a month since you and Peter had confessed your feelings for each other and despite the endless sex jokes that you guys make (before and after you started dating) you hadn't really done anything yet.

It's not anyone's fault though. You both make jokes, but never follow through on what you say. You wanted to talk to him about it, because despite all the jokes you thought maybe it was time to actually do something about how you felt physically toward him.

You had plans with Peter and Ned tonight, and you planned on "talking" to Peter after Ned left.

Well, Peter and Ned had plans to keep building one or their Lego Star Wars, and you planned on hanging out - not playing with lego.

Around 5 o'clock, you were about to head out the door,

"Bye mom!" you shouted into the house.

Your mom came around the corner, "Honey, before you go…" she started.

You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what she was about to say.

"I know, I know! No funny business." you interrupted

"I just want to make sure I don't have any grandchildren before I turn 60 - alright?"

"Mom. Ned will be there the whole time. If he isn't a good enough cockblock then I don't know what is."

"Watch your language!"

You just laughed, and headed out the door, toward Peter's.

When you arrived at Peter's, you knocked on the door and he let you in.

"Hi baby," you smiled at him.

He wrapped his arms around you, and placed a kiss on the side of your face.

"Hi," he smiled back.

You walked into his apartment, "Where's Ned?" you asked

Peter sighed, "running late. He left home and forgot our lego set, and so he had to go back and grab it."

"You're so lucky that I love you."

"And why's that?" Peter questioned.

"Because how many other girls would still want to jump your bones even after you just said that sentence?"

"Probably a lot. I dunno if you heard but there's a LOT of ladies out there with crushes on Spiderman." he pointed out

You laughed, "Yeah, Spiderman, not Peter Parker."

You smiled at Peter. You were lucky to have him, there weren't many other guys out there who were as kind, or as smart and handsome as Peter.

May walked out of her bedroom into the living room where you and Peter had been standing.

"Hey guys, I'm heading out now. No-" she started

"No funny business" "no funny business" you and Peter said simultaneously, cutting off May.

"Don't worry May, Ned will be here in a few minutes," Peter continued.

May eyed the two of your suspiciously, "I've got my eyes on you two. Don't forget that."

You chuckled to yourself, and watched May kiss Peter on the cheek before heading out the front door.

"Will Ned really be here in a few minutes?" you ask Peter.

"I dunno. He said he might also stop and get us food."

"Hmmm." You said quietly, leaning back against the back of the couch.

"What? Is there something you wanted to do before he gets here?"

"I mean…" you started, raising your eyebrows at Peter, hinting at the obvious.

Peter just looked at you, crossing his arms. He took in a deep breath, his cheeks turning pink.

"I...uh... I dunno…" Peter stammered, rubbing the back of his neck.

You rolled your eyes, and moved toward Peter, taking his hand in yours.

"What are you afraid of? I don't bite." you laughed.

"It's just we've never... I've never…"

You pull Peter toward the couch and sit down beside him.

"I don't want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable, Peter."

Peter stayed silent. You looked over at him, and leaned your face toward his. You gently pressed your lips against his. He brought his hand up to your face to bring you closer. He pressed his lips harder against yours, moving together.

You pulled away and rested your forehead against his.

"Can I try something?" you asked him

Peter hesitated for a second before saying yes.

"Lean back," you ordered. Lighting shoving his shoulders back into the couch.

You reach over, and begin to unbuckle Peter's belt.

"Woah, wait what are you doing?"

"Trying something," you smirked.

You moved yourself, so you were no longer sitting on the couch beside him, but resting on your knees on the floor. You urged Peter to pull his pants down past his crotch so you had access.

Peter slid his Jeans down past his hip bones, giving you just enough access.

This was your first time ever doing anything more than kissing, and you were nervous. You weren't entirely sure what to do.

You looked at Peter's dick. It was already hard, with precum sitting at the tip. You knew it wasn't difficult to turn him on. Everytime you kissed, you could always feel his member pressed against you through his pants. But this was different.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to…" Peter said

"No. I want to."

And with that, you leaned forward and touched Peter's dick. You wrapped your hand around it, and it twitched in the palm of your hand.

You leaned down, and lightly pressed your lips against it. You swirl your tongue against his tip before moving your mouth more generously over it.

Peter sucked in a breath as your tongue ran over his virgin cock. You slowly inched down, taking part of it in your mouth.

Peter whimpered, and let his head fall back into the couch. He began reaching one of his hands toward you before hesitating and placing it back on his thigh.

You lightly bobbed your head, sucking his dick with every movement. The more you moved, the more comfortable you got.

You took the rest of it in your mouth, his dick hitting the back of your throat. Peter moaned loudly, bucking his hips into your face.

"Oh my god…" he mumbled.

You placed your hands on his legs for support, and eagerly sucked his entire length.

Peter looked down at you, pleasuring him. Your plump lips, moving up and down over him. You looked up at Peter, and just the sight of you sucking his dick was enough. He pushed his hands forward, grabbing your hair in this hand. He gripped you tight, encouraging you to go faster.

"Don't stop," he breathed

Peter moaned, making impatient noises. He continued to buck his hips into you, needing more.

"Please, Y/N" he begged

You knew that even though you had only been pleasuring him for a minute, he was already close to coming.

You pulled your mouth off of him, licking stripes up and down his pulsing cock.

"No, Y/N. Please keep going," Peter whined

You smirked, seeing the effect you had on him. You took one of your hands and reached down into your own pants. You were soaked. You hadn't realized that giving Peter a blowjob would turn you on so much. You moved your finger toward your clit, circling it around.

Peter watched you pleasure yourself. You moaned, rocking your head back taking in the feeling before leaning back toward Peter to continue sucking on him.

You kept your finger on your clit, rubbing quick circles as Peter's cock once again filled your mouth.

He moaned loudly, "Y/N."

You sucked down on Peter's cock, moving up and down quickly, letting it hit the back of your throat each time.

You choked on his length, gagging each time it hit you. Only making Peter moan harder.

You could feel your orgasm building, and you knew Peter was getting close too.

Peter was panting and moaning as he thrust his hips up into you. You moaned around his cock, knowing in any second you were going to come. Peter's hand tightened in your hair, pulling you closer. He held your head down, his dick hitting the back of your throat.

He moaned loudly, and you could feel his warm come spilling into your mouth. You sucked down hard, letting Peter come down from his orgasm.

Peter's breathing was heavy, as he let his grip go on your head, and you pulled yourself off of him. You could feel his come sitting on your tongue. You swallowed. The taste didn't go away.

You pulled your hand out of your pants, and smirked at Peter.

"Wow… that was. Wow," Peter huffed.

You moved to sit beside him on the couch. He slowly pulled his pants back up, leaving his belt undone.

You were still soaked. You had come so close to orgasm but didn't finish.

"My turn," you mumbled.

You slid your hand back into your pants. Touching your clit felt like lightning shooting through you. It wouldn't take long for your orgasm to build again.

Peter just looked at you.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked nervously

"Just kiss me," you ordered.

Peter didn't hesitate. He moved quickly and slammed his lips against yours. He slides his tongue into your mouth, and you sink back into the couch even harder.

You use your freehand and wrap it into Peter's curls. You moan into the kiss, knowing that soon enough you were going to come.

You throw your head back, as you can feel yourself about to come over the edge. Peter moves his lips along your jawline and down to your neck. As soon as he let his tongue slide down to your breasts in your low cut shirt, your walls collapsed.

You could feel your orgasm surging through you. Your grip on Peter's hair tightened as you came. You could feel him smiling into your chest.

You sat silently as Peter watched you recover from your orgasm.

"Remind me why we didn't do this sooner?" Peter asked

"No idea," you said, breathlessly.

You slid your hand out of your pants, and placed a light kiss on Peter's lips.

"I'm just going to go clean myself up," you told Peter, and headed toward the bathroom.

While you were washing your hands you heard the front door open.

"Hey Ned!" you heard Peter say.

You were about to open the door when you heard Peter whispering something to Ned. You pressed your ear against the door to get a better listen.

"Dude i'm so happy you came late you'll never guess what just happened!"

"What?" Ned asked

"I swear Y/N just gave me my first blowjob,"

"Omg" Ned said.

You rolled your eyes, and walked out of the bathroom arms crossed.

"Peter Parker!"

Peter turned around to look at you, a guilty look on his face.

"Sorry…" he mumbled.

"You suck! That's not Ned's business," you exclaimed

"Well, actually, Y/N... I think you sucked..." Ned joked

"Ned!" you and Peter exclaimed

[sageinacage]

summary: tommy goes down to pay his two best friends, ranboo and tubbo, a visit a/n: part 2 to the ranboo and tubbo meet up fic! this is just 3/4 tickles, there isn't too long of an intro LOL warnings: swearing w/c: 3.9k

IRL

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‘Open the door, bitch!’ Tommy texted Tubbo, waiting impatiently at the door of his place. “Tommy’s here!” He exclaimed to Ranboo, running up to let his other best friend in. Ranboo perked up excitedly, running up to hug the blonde.

“Why are you so tall?!” Tommy complained, a smirk growing on Ranboo’s face. “How’s life at 6’1?��� He started, his smirk growing into a full grin.

“I AM NOT 6’1 YOU LITTLE-”

“Alright, alright!” Tubbo laughed, intervening in their instant bickering. “I was expecting at least 5 minutes of peace before you two set off.” He continued, his smile never leaving his face as he spoke. “This is peace.” Tommy crossed his arms, glaring up at Ranboo.

“Don’t look at me, you started it!” Ranboo chuckled, putting his hands up. Tommy just huffed, looking at Tubbo. “I have to deal with this loser?!” He joked, pointing at the tall boy next to him. “Tommy please!” Tubbo laughed, playfully pushing him.

“I know you aren’t calling me the loser-”

“Ranboo you too!” Tubbo yelled, smiling widely at his friends’ antics. “How about you two have to get along for 5 minutes, then you’ll get a reward.” You see, he was initially joking, but both of them immediately agreed and he didn’t have a reward.

“I’ll be fine as long as this bitch doesn’t talk to me-” Tommy started, earning another playful shove but by Ranboo this time. “You just ruined the timer! We have to start over now!” Ranboo sighed in mock disappointment, sitting down on Tubbo’s bed.

“Not my fault.” Tommy sneered, Tubbo rolling his eyes and pinching the tip of his nose near his eyes. “Yes, it was- okay. I am not fighting with you.” Ranboo laughed, leaning back. “Scared?” Tommy challenged, putting a sassy hand on his hips.

“No- what?! I am not scared of you!”

“Sounds like it!”

“Will you two just lay off?!” Tubbo laughed, sitting near Ranboo on his bed. “Not until Ranboo fights me.” Tommy glared at the boy who was currently laying back on Tubbo’s bed and groaning in fake annoyance.

“I’m not going to fight you! It would be too easy of a fight, Tommy!” Ranboo rebuttals, cackling as he heard a growl emit from the boy. “YOU WOULD NOT!” He yelled back, stepping towards Ranboo. “Yeah? You think so?” He sat up, a devilish smirk on his face.

Tubbo shook his head, getting up to sit at the foot of his bed to avoid getting stuck in the middle of their ‘fight.’ Tommy took full advantage of that, going to the bed to throw ‘punches’ at Ranboo, aka just gently bopping his fists at him.

“Ow, ow! Stop bullying me!” Ranboo playfully cried in fake pain, falling back down. “Yeah, bitch! Get downed!” Tommy exclaimed triumphantly, flexing his ‘muscles.’ Tubbo sighed at their playful antics, shaking his head as a grin formed on his face.

“Now it’s your turn to get bullied!” Ranboo shot up and pulled Tommy in, the boys immediately begging to wrestle. “I swear to god- you two just don’t stop, do you?” Tubbo laughed, watching this all unfold.

It was all fun and games, those two trying to get the upper hand for god knows what, until a loud squeal tore through the room. “Oh- are you okay? Did I hurt you? Ranboo scuttled off of Tommy, and the boy sat there, completely unharmed.

“No you didn’t, d-don’t worry-”

“Are you ticklish, Tommy?” Tubbo tilted his head back, smiling at the blonde. “I AM NOT!” Tommy yelled, furious that he’d accuse him of such a statement. “I think somebody is ticklishhhh!” Ranboo sang, climbing on the bed again.

“Fuck you, man!” Tommy grumbled, failing to notice Ranboo and Tubbo making eye contact with each other with the widest grins. He only noticed them getting closer when the bed started to shift, Tommy immediately beginning to curl up.

“Why are you curling up on us? You didn’t lie, did you, Tommy?” Tubbo asked innocently, Ranboo snickering at Tommy’s small noise of protest. “I think he’s lying to us, Tubbo!” He smirked, hovering over the embarrassed boy.

“What should we do about that then, Ranboo?”

“I think you know.”

“G-guys… waiAHAIT-” Another squeal left him, squirming frantically as Tubbo’s hands latched to his upper ribs, squeezing repetitively right in that spot. “Did he already find a bad spot?” Ranboo cooed, dragging his nails down over the other side of his ribcage, finding his lower ribs, and gently digging his fingers into the bones.

“We barely even started, don’t even try to get away, Toms.” Tubbo teased, wiggling two of his fingers into his underarms, Tommy’s arm shooting down. “SHUhut uhuhup! You bihihitch!” He blurted, looking away from Tubbo. “You’ve trapped my hand, I guess I’ll just have to do… this!”

Tommy lost it as he felt impetuous fingers vibrating to his underarm, clamping his arm down tighter to try to avoid the sensations, but he just made it worse.

“Awww, it’s like he just wants you to tickle him, Tubbo!” Ranboo sniggered, walking his fingers off of his ribcage and towards his waist, light scratching and teasing the skin. “Rahanboo thahat’s so baHAHAD- TUHUHUBBO!” Tommy shrieked, flailing his arms as the mischievous boy snuck his other hand into Tommy’s other underarm, giving it the same treatment as the one he was already tickling.

“I had no idea you were this ticklish, this is fun!” Tubbo exclaimed, smiling down at his friend then to Ranboo, who returned the smile. “I gotta agree with ‘ya, I’m having a blast right now,” Ranboo cooed, copying the tactic Tubbo did and moving his arm to tickle both sides of his waist.

“THIHIS IS STUHUHUPID!” Tommy returned with a cackle, throwing his head back as the ticklish sensations took over him. “It’s stupid? Why’re you laughing then?” Tubbo asked innocently, tittering to himself as he forced his hands out of Tommy’s iron grip, only to crawl them down his ribcage.

Tommy was about to call him another name but got interrupted with a screech as Ranboo discovered his hips. “NONONO- RAHAHANBOO!” Tommy kicked his legs, bucking his hips up in response. “That’s my name! What’s up, Tom?” Ranboo asked with a wide smile, chuckling as he vibrated his thumbs into the cluster of nerves on his hip bones.

“Ranboo, I think you found another spot! Isn’t that right, Tommy?” Tubbo looked down at his cackling friend, smiling at his huge, happy smile and laugh. He snapped out of his daze, scooting down the bed to curiously squeeze one of his thighs.

With the squawk and violent kick Tommy produced, he grinned to himself in triumph. He moved to sit on top of his legs, squeezing both of his hands down his thighs and right above his knee. “T-TUHUHUBBO!” Tommy chortled, getting visibly nervous as his knees were another bad spot of his and he knew that.

“Yeees?” He asked, immediately squeezing his kneecap, the poor boy howling with laughter and throwing his head back once again. “YOHOHOU’RE A BIHIHITCH!” Tommy protested, trying to throw Tubbo off. “That wasn’t nice!” Ranboo scolded, poking his tummy. With the squeak Tommy produced, Ranboo smiled at tubbo, before forming his hand into a claw and fluttering it into his tummy.

“NOOHOHOAHAHA SHIHIHIT!” He laughed out, weakly pushing at Ranboo’s hands. “What? What’s wrong? Hmmm?” Ranboo sneered, switching to scribbling his nails onto either side of his belly. “FUHUHUCK YOHOU!” Tommy spat, immediately regretting his decision as he felt Tubbo’s nails under his knees.

“GEHET OHOUT!” He protested, his legs being trapped making it feel even more ticklish. “Whyyyy? I like this spot!” Tubbo teased, his nails barely tracing the undersides of his knees. The mix of the more playful and rougher tickles on his tummy and gentle tickles under his knees was driving Tommy insane, but he really didn’t mind.

It was fine, until Tommy noticed Ranboo’s head start to tilt down. “RAHANBOO DOHON’T YOU DAHARE-” He growled, trying to push at his head to get it away from his ticklish tummy. “What if I do dare, Tommy?” He asked with a tone that Tommy did not trust, and made him incredibly flustered.

“Awww, are you blushing?” Tubbo gleefully asked, his nails raking up and down the backs of his thighs at this point, which was driving Tommy mad. “NO!” Tommy screeched out, catching Ranboo off guard which put himself in a laughing fit. Tubbo smiled at both of his laughing friends, playfully sighed as he scooted up to finish Ranboo’s job, planting a raspberry on the side of his belly.

“TUHUHUHUBBO NOHOHO!” Tommy pleaded, the raspberry catching it off guard as he began to push at Tubbo’s head. Tubbo grumbled, wrapping his arms around Tommy’s waist so he would get pushed up, and continuing to place small raspberries around his tummy.

“You’re like a leech, Tubbo!” Ranboo joked, holding Tommy’s wrists with one of his hands. Tubbo laughed at his jest, making the sensations tickle worse on Tommy’s poor tummy. “I HAHAHATE YOU BOHOTH!” He claimed, kicking his legs behind Tubbo.

“Awww, do you? Do you really?” Ranboo giggled, his freehand finding his hip again to latch on and squeeze. The force of Tommy’s hips almost flew Tubbo off, causing Ranboo to start cackling yet again. Tubbo hummed, sitting back up and smiling down at him.

“I DOHOHO!” Tommy squealed as he felt fingers on either side of his ribcage, but with different tactics. Ranboo hand was slow and steady, slowly dragging up and back down, the sensations slowly becoming more and more unbearable. Tubbo on the other hand, he’s being a little shit, to say the least.

His fingers were relentlessly squeezing the bones, and gently digging into each groove in between each rib. Tommy couldn’t tell which side was worse, but the sensations together were slowly becoming too much. “I CAHAHAN’T-” Tommy managed to babble out a few words of mercy before his laughter took over, unable to form any more words.

“That was funny.” Ranboo grinned, leaning back. Tubbo smiled, helping Tommy rub out all the phantom tickles which he greatly appreciated. “Yeheah, that was funny, wahas it?” He breathed out sarcastically, glaring at the tall boy leaning by him.

“Yep.”

“I’ll show you something funny, bitch!”

Tommy lunged at Ranboo, instantly kneading his hands into the boy’s waist. “WHAhaht why?!” He whined, attempted to push off his hands from his body. “I mean, you were mean. You kinda deserve it.” Tubbo sniggered, gently fluttering his fingers over his knee.

“Yohou trahAHAITOR!” Ranboo accused, earning an exaggerated gasp from Tommy. “How dare you accuse him of such crimes!” He exclaimed playfully, reaching his other hand around to squeeze his side. He jumped, trying to squirm away from the opposing hand.

“Yeah, I’m so hurt. I guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson into not bullying me.” Tubbo giggled mischievously before latching his hand onto the spot above Ranboo’s knee, squeezing mercilessly. “NOHOHO- Oh gohohod!” He hiccuped kicking his leg out in front of him in reflex.

“Did you just try to kick me, Ranboo? You just never learn to stop bullying!” Tubbo shook his head and clicked his tongue, his hand never faltering the tickle attack. “I NEHEHEVER DID ANYTHIHING!” He rebuttals, gently pushing more at Tommy’s hands that now found his hips.

“Wow Ranboo, now you’re just lying. I can’t believe you.” Tommy furrowed his eyebrows and smirked before drilling his thumbs into his hip bones, just like Ranboo did to him. “THAHAT'S SO BAHAHAD! TOHOMMY!” Ranboo arched his back, cackles escaping from him. “What? Just giving you a taste of your own medicine is all.” He laughed, his thumbs now just making gentle circles into the bones.

For some reason, this seemed to send Ranboo into more hysterics than he was in before, and Tubbo was instant to catch on. “Tommy, I think being gentle might work better…” He thought out loud, testing out the waters and just reaching up to glide his nails along his belly. It seemed to work like predicted, Ranboo’s laughter kicking up an octave and his back arching higher into his hand.

“Why is that so cute?!” Tommy admitted, smiling as Ranboo let out a squeak and covered his face. “Awwwh, are you flustered Ranboo? Is your lil tummy a bit ticklish? I think it isss!” Tubbo baby talked, giggling as he raised his arms to cover his face fully. “NOOooohohoho! Shuhut up!” He protested, exaggerated gasps falling from both of his friends’ mouths.

“I know you did not just tell us to shut up,” Tommy spoke lowly into his ear, causing Ranboo’s blush to grow further on his face to where it was visible on his ears. “He’s blushing so much!” He pointed out, wiggling a finger teasingly over his exposed neck.

“NO- *snort* SHIHIHIT-” Ranboo tried to roll away in embarrassment, it all getting worse when both Tommy and Tubbo cooed at his snort. “You’re not going anywhere, Snortboo!” Tubbo exclaimed, sneaking his hands up his hoodie to skitter over his belly.

Tommy on the other plan had his own plan, as he also snaked up his hand under the backside of his hoodie, dragging his blunt nails down his spine and wriggling them gently over his mid-back. So now Ranboo was stuck on his side, two of his sweet spots being tickled and nowhere to go.

“AHAHAHEHE- THIHIS IS SO UNFAHAIR!” Ranboo shrieked, unable to rock forward or back with the tickly sensations on both sides of him. “Is it though? You seem to be having fun!” Tommy retorted, using his free hand to go back to squeezing his hips.

“It’s like Ranboo is stuck in our trap, nowhere to escape, unable to escape the tickles…” Tubbo stated, the boy whining shaking his head. They both apparently knew how to really push Ranboo’s buttons, as his face was full pink, including his ears. “S..SHUHUT UP TUHUHUBBO!” He wheezed, a surprised shriek emitting from him as Tommy seemed to have found another tickle spot.

Tommy’s fingers danced around where his back met his sides, trailing up and down while his fingers slowly wiggled. “Oooh, that’s a fun spot! Let me try something…” Tubbo giggled evilly, crawling over to lean down. He wasn’t going to-

“TUHUHUBBO- *snort* EEEHEHEHEH!” Ranboo convulsed, Tubbo actually blew a raspberry and it tickled like hell. He jolted so much that he managed to flip onto his back. “That was so cute, Ranboo! Do it again!” He smiled, lightly scribbling his nails over the same spot on both sides, now.

“YOHOU’RE SO MEHEHEAN!” He complained, devilish snickers emitting from the other two. “Isn’t that the point, smarty?” Tommy scoffed, lifting his arms to sit on them then immediately lowering his hands to vibrate into his underarms. Poor Ranboo, he thought that was about to be the end of him- he’s never felt so ticklish before.

He was lost in his thoughts until that wonderful terrible nibbling returned on his tummy. “NOHOT AGAHAIN- *snort* TUHUHUHUBBO! QUIHIT IT!” Ranboo threatened, trying to buck the boy off as he felt the phantom tickles everywhere. “Y’know, we would stop if you genuinely asked, and you seem to be enjoying this.” Tommy observed, an embarrassed hiccup emitting from Ranboo.

“So now it’s Snortboo, and now Hiccupboo?! This is priceless!” Tubbo spoke, looking up at his happy smile, trying to shake his head in protest. “IM NOHOHAHAHAT! S-STOHOHAP!” He tried to protest at their relentless teasing, but they all knew Ranboo was loving it all. Tubbo decided he was bored of the nibbling, and reaching his head around to blow another raspberry over his back-side area.

Another shriek ripped through the room, and many snorts and hiccups followed. Tommy’s fingers were now just tracing shapes around his upper ribs, the gentle sensations almost completely unbearable.

It was all so much, and they both knew Ranboo was beginning to reach his limit. As much as he was having fun, Ranboo also realized that he was going to need a breather. “OHOHOKAY, I’M DOHOHONE! I’M DOHONE- *snort* PLEHEHEASE!” Ranboo managed to get out through his heavy laughing fit, Tommy climbing off of him and Tubbo sitting up, still basically sitting ontop of him.

“That was so cuuuute,” Tubbo teased, smiling at the limp boy catching his breath. “Yeah yeah, I guess it was pretty cute.” Tommy admitted, Ranboo smiling at the compliments. “Tuhubbo, you seem to forgehet that you’re the biggest buhully hehere…” Ranboo mumbled, sitting up and finally catching his breath.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything! T-Tommy don’t look at me- Ranboo, not you too- guys please- guHUHUYS!”

“‘Didn’t do anything’ my ass! You tickled us both, now it’s time to see how you like it!” Tommy laughed, prodding his fingers onto Tubbo’s belly, smiling as his response was instantaneous. “Uh ohoHOH-” Tubbo’s giggles bubbled up, as he tried to curl up onto himself to avoid the tickles.

“Uh oh is right, Tubbo! Good job!” Ranboo chortled sarcastically, squeezing his knee, causing Tubbo to accidentally knee him gently.

“Tubbo. You just kicked me.”

“OHOHOOPS- NOHOhohoho!” He threw his head back at Tommy’s fingers traveling around his torso with a purpose, trying to find any sort of sweet spot. It was all fine, until that little shit found the pudge on his tummy. Tubbo screeched, trying to pat his tum to get rid of the ticklish sensations.

“Ohoho, I think I just found a good spot!” Tommy announced as he swatted Tubbo’s hands away, only to replace him with his own as he lightly scratched his nails around the area of his tummy. “Oh really? I’ll try to find one also, then!” Ranboo grinned, squeezing down Tubbo’s thighs and right above his knee, causing more frantic kicking.

“I’M SOHOHORREEEYYY!” Tubbo squealed, trying to kick Ranboo. “No, you aren’t! You’re trying to kick me!” Ranboo shook his head with a smirk, using his free hand to gently squeeze around his other knee. “I CAHAN’T HEHehelp ihihit!” He pleaded, only to earn another head shake.

“Ranboo, is he bullying you again?” Tommy asked playfully, his hands never faltering on fluttering over his belly and near his hips. “Yes, I am now very sad.” Ranboo fakely pouted, Tommy gasping dramatically. “Tubbo, how dare you!” He growled, his light traces turning into claws vibrating into his sensitive belly.

“NOOOHOHOHO! I DIHIHIDN’T!” He whined, trying to bend his knees to get Ranboo away from them. Doing that only inspired the boy to scuttle his fingers under them to gently swirl and scribble on the undersides.

“Awww, his face is so red!” Tommy told Ranboo, smiling down at his friend. “AHAM NOT!” He protested, hiding his face with his hands. “What’s wrong, Tubs? Why’re you hiding from us? Hmmm?” Ranboo talked in his low teasy voice, chuckling as it made Tubbo’s laughter crank up a pitch.

Tubbo didn’t know how bad teasing was until he experienced it, the butterflies in his tummy making the tickly sensations even better worse. He thought he would be able to handle it, until Tommy found a specific sensitive patch of skin right beneath his button. “TOHOM- *snort* TOHOHOMMY!” Tubbo shrieked, pushing his hands.

“Stop pushing me, or else we’ll make this so much worse.” Tommy warned with a playful glint in his eyes, smirking as he covered his face once again. He decided to test the spot, just tracing a single nail around in different sized circles. “THAHAT TIHIHICKLES SO- *hic* BAHAHAD!” Tubbo exclaimed, trying to twist away.

Tommy sighed dramatically, grabbing Tubbo’s hips and squeezing them as he pushed them back down. “You aren’t going anywhere, mister.” He sneered, massaging his fingers into the bones. In the meantime, Ranboo wasn’t being any nicer.

Tubbo made the incredibly poor decision to wear shorts, as the gentle sensations on his legs were driving him up the walls. It was fine, until his fingers started to get lower near his calves, Tubbo’s laughter growing nervous. “Oh? Am I getting closer to a certain tickle spot, Tubbo?” Ranboo asked curiously, allowing his nails to barely trace down his calves.

“NOOHEEHEHEHE! IT’S SOHO TIHIHICKLY!” Tubbo cried, attempting to kick Ranboo yet again, until he just got done with Tubbo’s ‘violence’ and trapped his ankles in a headlock, continuing to trace the undersides of his calves.

“That’s good! I’m glad to hear!” He giggled, raking his nails down and fluttering them back up, the sensations making Tubbo fill with butterflies. Tommy snickered at Tubbo’s bright red face, pushing his shirt up a bit so he could truly give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Tohommy d-dohon’t you daha-AHAHAHA! NONONOHOHO!” Tubbo hadn’t realized how bad raspberries were until one was planted right over his belly button, involuntarily arching his back right into Tommy, then freeing his legs and curling closed.

Ranboo growled playfully, crawling up the bed (little a liddol gremlin :]) and pulling Tubbo in his lap, hooking his arms under his underarms to keep him put. “See Tubbo? Ranboo is so nice, maybe you should learn from him.” Tommy sniggered before nibbling around his tummy, tracing a few nails around his belly button.

“T-TOHOMMY- *snort* BAHAHAHAHA!” Tubbo threw his head back onto Ranboo’s shoulder, laughing his little heart out. “Awww, somebody’s snorty!” Ranboo spoke in Tubbo’s ears, giggling softly as the blush on Tubbo’s face seemed to grow to his ears from that.

“Y’know Tubbo, I’m just matching the same energy you gave Ranboo and I earlier, don’t be all whiny.” Tommy sang, snickering into his tummy as he continued his nibble attack. Ranboo got inspired, and decided to tilt his head down to nibble gently at the base of his neck.

“R-RAHAHAHANBOHOHO!”

“Tubbo!”

Ranboo playfully mocked back, cooing into his ear occasionally in the middle of his attack on his neck. Tubbo didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t squirm away (not that he wanted to,) but also didn’t want to admit he was loving it. He had a train of thoughts going, until Tommy hit a patch of skin where his sides and tummy met, causing him to buck violently.

“I CAHAN’T HAHANDLE- *hic* THIHIS- PLEHEHEASE!” Tubbo wheezed, crumbling on top of Ranboo and breathing heavily. “It looked like you had fun, Tubs!” Ranboo laughed softly, patting the boy's head as he just whined dramatically. “Don’t be a baby, we know you did!” The blonde cackled, leaning back on the bed.

“To be fair, I think we all had fun,”

“Agreheeing with Rahanboo on this one…”

“I guess I’ll agree with you, bitch boy.”

“Didn’t thihis whole thing start becahause of you two?” Tubbo sat up, smiling at his friends. “Yeah, and I’m proud of it.” The taller one spoke up, patting his chest triumphantly. “Oh shut up.” Tommy chortled, standing up to stretch.

“Anyways, do you two want to go to the park?” Tubbo asked, the others rolling their eyes. “No. ‘M tired now,” Ranboo mumbled, not wanting to go do some other energy-draining activity. “Yeah, can we play a wii game or something?” Tommy asked, glaring at the Wii console by Tubbo's TV. “But the park- ugghhh, fine, Mario Party it is...” Tubbo grumbled, getting up to grab the remotes and put the disc in.

“We should do this again sometime!”

“Tommy I swear-”

[luvsicksubs]

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pretty in pink - yachi hitoka 

cw: femslash, sub!yachi, femddom, praise kink, squirting, fingering, corruption etc. 

wc: 1.1k

a/n: i love women so much... so much.... 

College is stressful. 

For Yachi, school work was always stressful. Grown out of her highschool habits, but not entirely out of her highschool nerves. College is different, she’s studying the thing she loves and the expectations always weight heavy on her shoulders. Generally inexperienced with adulthood - college was daunting. Everything was daunting. 

Meeting you had been that way - to a degree. You were calm and at least visually level-headed (though Yachi would learn that you simply spaced out), everything about you made her feel dizzy. Yachi has liked girls her whole life - a pretty girl could breathe at her and she might fall away to pieces. 

And you were so pretty, and flirtatious too. Confident about your sexuality in a way Yachi wasn’t. Nothing could really prepare her for the whirlwind that was your flirty comments, your touchy hands, your doting eyes. She always caught in a split second before it disappeared in a  flash into nothing-ness. You always gave her a little smile after-wards, a friendly quirk of lips just incase she was uncomfortable. But she’d blush always, never stiff and you knew. 

Yachi doesn’t know how to be anything but a good girl - in truth. She never partied in her four years of university, she only drinks with friends and never more than a few glasses and sex... was almost off limits. She was clumsy with her own body, easily frustrated - it was hard to get the right rhythm down and feel turned on enough by anything. Everything that was supposed to be sexy felt manufactured and over-produced. Yachi has cum maybe once or twice - in her whole life because it felt impossible. 

Meeting you was life-changing, to put it shortly. Your touch had her nerves so frazzled, the warmth of your breath on her neck making her squirm. You always chuckle in her ear in that knowing way only you can. Run your hands down her thighs when she’s standing alone in a skirt, tucking your chin over her shoulder with your tits pressed against the curve of her spine. Yachi couldn’t help it - biting her lips swollen as she fought back all of her urges. 

Confessing to Yachi had been a win for the both of you.  You shared a sweet kiss on a balcony and she brought you to her apartment since you missed the train. 

It didn’t take very long to get her worked up. One kiss had turned into two and that turned into making out. Groping hands, scraping your nails every so slightly down her sides, a knee pressed to her soaked shorts and panties. You remember the way she trembled, so worked up as she placed her hands on your shoulders and begged you to make the feeling go away. The way she hiccuped into your shoulders as you played with her clit, sucked hickies into her neck, called her your pretty girl. 

Yachi came so hard that night she nearly passed out in your arms. You were there right after too, kissing her forehead and calling her your sweet girl, your princess - whatever suited your fancy. And Yachi - obedient as can be, touched you too. Clumsy, ditzy - but try-hard and eager. 

Yachi is a good, good girl. Sweet. She’s pliant and needy and more horny that she knows what to do with - but you love the way she depends on you. The way you’ve made a mess out of her with a few words and eager kisses. 

Her thighs are spread over yours, sitting in your lap and facing away from you. She’s so pretty, you wanna swallow her up. The pale curve of her belly, the strain in her trembling thighs. Dressed in pink - the color that looks prettiest on her. Her nipples are hard and rosy and swollen - bitten purple. She thrashes, her back curved as you pump two fingers into her wet cunt. Your palm pressed against the apex of her pussy, throbbing clit pulsating against it. She grinds her hips your hands are bigger than her. The curve hits her g-spot perfectly and it feels so good. 

“Y/N,” she whines, rolling her hips against your hands. You chuckle, kissing her shoulder blade. 

“Yeah baby?,” 

She whines about your question, whines for you in general. You feel her clench and clamp down around your fingers. You grin against her neck. 

“You gonna cum again for me, princess? Gonna soak my fingers in your cum, are ya pretty girl?,” you croon. Yachi’s head feels heavy with lust, tiny hands fisted on your knees. She nods rapidly. 

“Feels weird, feels so, feels - ngh,” she shuts her eyes, body halted as you pump your fingers into her pretty little pussy even faster, even harsher. You can hear the filthy way her cum gets displaced. Sticky on her sides, down her cunt, on your hands. 

“Please, please, please - I’m gonna,” her voice trembles, her entire body seizing as you quickly pull your fingers out. Your eyes widen in surprise, a grin on your face as you rapidly rub your girlfriends clit with 3 fingers, watching as she squeaks. Your freehand holds her to your waist but it keeps coming. Cum soaking the couch cushions and carpet. A stream of cum all over everything. 

“Good fuckin; girl,” you huff against her neck, shoving your two fingers inside her fluttering hole again as you hold her tight to you. She shakes her head.  

“Too - ‘s too much,” she yells. You shush her, rapidly fucking her open with your fingers, easily fitting another one inside. She hiccups desperately at the stretch, feeling it again. All over again, and so soon. 

“Can you give me another one, princess? One more for me. Make a mess of your pretty little pussy, baby - be a good girl just for me,” 

“Aaah, aaah,” her back stretches up into an arch as you continue to ruin her. Corrupting your angel girl and fucking her open so easily. Her insides soft and wet but still so tight around your three fingers it feels like she can barely take them.  

“Oh god,” she squeezes her eyes shut, overwhelmed as you hold her body to you. Your fingers at  her clit, laughing as she squeezes her thighs and screams. Her chest heaves, overstimulation fulling grasping her as she slumps in your arms. 

“You’re so, haaah, so mean,” she pouts, cuddling into your arms with her eyes fluttering shut. You kiss her neck soft, agreeing. 

“That’s why you like me, isn’t it baby?,” 

She blushes at the implication. Stress melted away, a good girl once more - just for you. 

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[pascalscenarios]

SAFE HOUSE (Dave York x Reader)

Safe House

Scenario Series

Bodyguard ! Dave York x Reader

Summary: It’s Dave’s week with you. After someone attempt to kidnap you, he takes you to a safe house. 

Words: 2652

Warning: Attempted kidnapping, mentions of blood

Authors Note: Had this in my drafts for a while - K

CHAPTER 1

Your father was a wealthy businessman. Many people came after your father and he knew they would use you to get back at him. You were the most important thing to your father, so from a young age you always had a bodyguard with you. You were older now, seeing no point in having one. It had been years since someone decided to come after your father. You were independent, capable of taking care of yourself, not needing someone to be with you 24/7, but if it gave your father a piece of mind then you guess it was okay.

Someone was loudly pounding against your door.

“Alright! I’m coming, I'm coming!”

You opened the front door to your apartment to find Dave York was standing there. Your face contorted in confusion. What was he doing here? It wasn’t his week to be with you.

Out of all the bodyguards that were assigned to you, Dave York was your least favorite. He wasn't very keen on you either. Dave was an ex CIA operative. He’s a few years older than you. He’s been one of your bodyguards for a little over a year. You knew nothing about him besides that. He was very private, closed off from letting you get close to him. You were nothing but a job to him, but he sure loved to get under your skin.

“Hey sweetheart” he gives you a fake smile.

“What are you doing here? It’s not your week! Where’s James?” you say. Dave makes his way past you and goes to your kitchen to get something to drink. You shut the door and follow him.

“Where’s James?” James was one of your other bodyguards. You two were secretly seeing each other.

“None of them told you? He’s got fired” Dave laughs as he opens the fridge grabbing the carton of orange juice.

“What? Why?” You say in shock

He snickers “Your daddy found out about you two were sleeping together”

Your eyes widen “What? T-that's not true!” you lied

“Don’t play innocent, you two were clearly screwing each other silly” he scoffs as he takes a swig from the carton.

There was no point in lying. “How did he-” Your eyes widened in realization “You!” You pointed at him. “You told him didn’t you?!”

He takes the backs of his hand, wiping away the orange juice that dripped from his lips “Guilty” he smiled. “It was obvious you two were a thing...You need a better poker face, but it’s good he gone...something was off about that guy”

“Good he’s gone? What the fuck Dave! Seriously? Running and telling my Dad? What I do in my life is none of your concern!”

“None of my concern?” He snaps at you, setting the carton down

“I’m your bodyguard! My job is to protect you! Your father is my boss, I’m supposed to tell him shit like this!”

“You don’t know anything about James! You can't just- You never liked him! You did it just because you felt like it! To make my life miserable!”

“No, you don’t know anything! I did you a fucking favor by telling your dad!” He yells at you. “If you only knew…” he mutters under his breath. “I did it for your own good. ”

“I don’t need you to protect me!”

Dave's phone begins to ring. He takes it out of his pocket, looking at the caller ID.

“Your Dad, I gotta take this” he heads to your front door, stepping outside to take the call.

You rolled your eyes. You were irritated and heavily annoyed with Dave.

You headed over to your living room, plopping yourself down on your sofa. You pick up the TV remote off the coffee table and turn it on. You were flipping through the channels when you heard Dave enter your apartment again. The door is closing.

“Gone to tattle on me again?” You joked, but part of you was serious. You stopped on a rerun of a reality tv show. It was silent. Usually Dave always had a quick comment back at you.

“Dave?” You look over your shoulder to find someone that wasn’t Dave. A man dressed in black and a ski mask covering their face and a gun in their hand came charging towards you.

Your eyes widen as you scramble to your feet staring at the person coming towards you.

From behind you, you felt a hand slap over your mouth, muffling your screams. Their hand grabs on tightly to your arm and pulls you back closer to their body.

You began to thrash and squirm in their grasp. You managed to bite down on their gloved hand, making them retract their hand away

“Fuck!”

“DAVE! SOMEONE HELP ME!” you quickly screamed.

“Shut up!” The man in front of you rushed closer to you pointing the cold barrel of the gun to your head.

“Scream again, and I’ll fucking put a bullet through your head!” He yells at you.

Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed, your lip quivering. The man holding you, grips you even tighter, their arm wrapping around your torso.

“We’re either gonna do this the easy way or the hard way” The man in front of you stares down at you.

“Hey! Knock it off! He said we needed them alive! We’re wasting time!” The man begins to drag you towards the backdoor of your apartment.

Dave calls at your name as you hear him enter your apartment.

“DAVE!” you scream.

“Shit” The man in front of you says as Dave quickly rushes in with his gun drawn. Before the man could react, shooting the man in front of you twice. His body hit the floor, blood pooling.

The man holding you lets you go, in shock off what just happened.

“We gotta go, quickly, come on!” He grabs your wrist and drags you out of your apartment. He was quickly running to his car that was parked just outside. You were barefoot and stumbling as he pulled you along.

As the two of you rushed to the car as bullets sprayed behind you. A bullet flies right past the both of you shattering a car window you were running past. You look back seeing the man that was shot coming after the two of you. He was walking limply, his hand over one of his gunshot wounds. His gun pointed straight towards the both of you

“Dave!” you yell as he let go of your wrist and jogged to the drivers side of the car.

“Just shut up and get in the car!” He barked at you. You quickly did what he said and opened the door, slipping inside.

He puts the key into the ignition, pulling the gear shift into drive and stepping on the gas, zooming out of the parking lot.

With a freehand, Dave grabs your free hand pushing your body down. “Stay down!”

You continue to hear gunshots after gunshot, then the back windshield, shattering. You let out another yelp. You quickly turn around to look behind you, pieces of glass dangled from the broken back windshield.

But your eyes widened as you noticed both men standing in the middle of the road as they watched you and Dave flee away.

You quickly face forward, your eyes widen in fear.

“I told you to keep your head down!”

“Who was that?! Dave, what the hell is going on?!” you cried.

He doesn’t say anything and keeps driving. He weaves in and out of cars, making sharp turns and he flies down the streets. You place your hand on the middle console and the roof of the car as he frantically drives.

Dave pulls into a parking garage turning into the spiral ramp, making his way up to the fifth level.

The fifth level was empty, only a Black Dodge Charger parked. He parks his car a few feet away, turning off the engine.

He reaches over you, opening the glove compartment and grabs a key. He hands it to you.

“Go wait for me in the other car”

“Dave-” you were shaking.

“Just do what I say!” He opens his door, and learns how to pull the lever to pop the trunk open.

You flinch at his reaction, quickly get out of the car, pressing the fob to unlock the car. You go to the passenger of the car, get in, setting the keys on the dashboard.

You watched as Dave pulled out his gun, reloading it with a mag and cocking it. He places it back in his holster. He grabs a black duffle bag, slinging it over his shoulder, and slams the trunk shut. He walks over to the charger, opening the back door and tossing the bag inside.

He gets inside the car grabbing the keys off the dash.

…

The two of you sat in silence as he drove to god knows where for a couple hours. Usually you would be irritated and take his ear off just to annoy him, but you didn’t know what to say. In fact you had nothing to say. You were scared. All you knew is that the situation you two were in is serious and then you should listen to what he tells you to do. There was no time for fun and games.

You had made it to a random house by nightfall. It was in the middle of a rural forest. It was like a fortress, with tall walls fencing in the house.

Dave drove up to the gate. He rolled down his window flipping open the code box, punching numbers in. The gates open allowing him to drive the car onto the property, parking in the garage, which he opened from a button in the car.

Once the car was parked, he pressed the button in the car again, closing the garage door. Dave steps out of the car, opening the back door to grab the duffle bag.

“Come on” he says before closing the doors.

You step out of the car, shutting the door and following him.

You and Dave enter the house. All the lights are off. Dave heads over to the security system that was placed on the wall when you first enter.

“What is this place?” you asked softly as he messed with the security.

“Safe house”

The lights turned on, you and Dave continue through the house into the living room.

He sets the duffel down on the sofa.

“Stay here, I’m gonna check out the house real quick”

You sat down on the couch anxiously as you waited for him to return. Your eyes kept darting around, wondering if someone was going to up out somewhere. The events of today replaying in your head like a broken record. Who were those men? What did they want from you?

“Hey” you broke out of your train of thought. You jump and look up at Dave.

“It’s just me” He reassures you as you ease down. “Everything's secure”

“We should sleep. It’s been… a day. Let's go upstairs” He picks up the bag and heads over to the stairs.

You follow him up to the second floor and he leads you to the master bedroom. The room was large. A king bed was in the middle of the room, a tv mounted on the wall and the bathroom off to the side.

“You can say here, I’ll be down the hall”

“I want to shower”

“Okay”

“...I don’t have any clothes though”

He opens up the duffle, grabbing a t-shirt and shorts.

“Here. It’s mine. Well, figure out the essentials in the morning.”

“Thanks...Is it okay if you wait here until I’m done?” You’d feel safer knowing he was just outside the bathroom door.

“Yeah” he moves over to sit on the bed.

You made your way into the bathroom. You look in the mirror noticing how exhausted you looked, your eyes puffy from crying. You noticed the bruises on your arms from one of the guys holding you tight and several small cuts from the glass shattered while running.

You stripped yourself from your clothes and stepped into the shower, turning the handle. You let the warm water slide off your skin. Standing under the shower head you slick your wet hair back. You cup your hands together letting the water collect in your hand before.

You stay in the shower for several more minutes. You changed into Dave's clothes. As you lifted the shirt over your body, you smelt the fabric. It smelled like his cologne. Dave would douse himself in his cologne and you would rag on him about wearing too much. The weeks he would be with you, your house would smell of him. You secretly loved the smell but you wouldn’t tell him that.

You slipped on the shorts and grabbed the towel scrunching your hair. You open the door to find Dave in the same spot. He stands up grabbing the duffel and makes his way over to the door. You walk over to the night stand turning a knob to turn the lamp on.

“I’ll be down the hall if you need me.”

“Okay...Goodnight”

“Night” He turned off the main light and shut the door

You placed your towel on a chair that was in the room and headed over to the bed. You pulled the covers back and went to sleep.

...

You were having trouble sleeping tossing and turning the whole night. Even though you knew the house was heavily secure and Dave was just down the hall, you felt unsafe.

You got out of your bed, and made your way down the hall towards Daves room. You stood outside of his door, debating if you should bother him or not. 

You slowly open up his door. Dave was sleeping on his side, his back towards you, the covers draped over his body.

“Dave?” You whispered.

He stirs awake, turning over slightly too look over. Seeing you stand there, he sits up in bed, the blanket falling off his body, pooling at his waist. He was shirtless, which made you blush slightly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Sorry to wake you” you start off by saying. You knew he was just as exhausted as you are.

“I was wondering…would it be okay if I sleep with you?- I mean to be with you, but like next to you? I really don’t wanna be alone- I could sleep on the floor or if you don’t want me here at all I under-“ you stuttered quickly at him

Dave says your name

“Y-yeah?”

“Just get in the bed” he says scooting over.

“Okay”

You close the door behind you, walking over to the bed. Dave lifts the blanket up, letting you side in.

“Are you okay?” he asks as he stares up at the ceiling.

“I couldn’t sleep...after what happened...I don’t wanna be alone. I’m scared if I’m being honest”

He signs “I shouldn’t have left you in your apartment like that-”

“It’s not your fault Dave...You didn’t know that was going to happen” The conversation fell dead. He didn’t respond until a few moments later.

“I had a bad feeling about him, James. When I figured out you two were together, it didn't sit right with me. I wouldn’t care if it was anyone else but him...he’s...somethings off with him...Look I didn’t tell your dad to make your life miserable...just worried about your safety. Despite what you think, I do care for you...and not because it’s my job”

You didn’t know what to say...He cared for you in what way? Was he saying what you think he was saying?

He says your name

You didn’t say anything. You pretended that you had fallen asleep.

You heard him sigh. “Goodnight”

You felt the bed shift as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead before shifting back over to his side.

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[astrandofgold]

Porter Higgs Accessories Part I

When I posted my Porter Higgs cosplay post, I was not expecting the absolutely amazing response I received. Thank you so much, everyone! Today I’m back with more: accessories part one. I scrutinized Higgs’ porter outfit so I could get as accurate of a costume as possible (…….n-no alterior motives…..none whatsoever….certainly not to stare unwholesomely at his…assets). 

For Higgs’ special package, I used an old tool box that we had lying around housing a couple spare screws and a box of outlet covers. No bombs in sight, and not very interesting. I covered the entire box sans handle with a can of Rust-oleum Hammered Matte Black spray paint, and rubbed silver paint on the edges to create an aged effect. You know that cargo is distressed. For the tamper tape, I spray painted strips of blue painters tape with yellow paint, and sharpied on the text. The cargo sticker? An image printed off the internet. It’s a cheap trick, but it really sells the illusion.

*slaps top of cargo case*

”This bad boy can fit so many fucking bombs in it”

Higgs also has what I fondly refer to as the “butt pouch”, not to be confused with the ”butt shield”. He really likes covering up his butt, doesn’t he? I found a pouch at the hardware store that vaguely resembled his pouch. I freehanded the older Bridges logo.

If I ever make it to a con with his costume, it’lol be a great place to stow a small snack/phone.

So one thing you should know about me is the fact that I strive to replicate the most minute details. It’s sometimes problematic. For exmpale, the barcode on Higgs’ leg. In a haze of paint fumes and thread strands, I vaguely recall shouting into the void “but what the fuck does it say???”, as I strained my eyes in any attempt to decipher the barcode number on his leg. Ahem. Moving on.

One such little detail that you don’t really see much of would be Higgs’ blue and red strand and keychain. I tried getting keys that looked exactly like his, but I was told off by a very stern old man with a bleeding hand that, for whatever reason, I wasn’t allowed to buy the keys. It was vaguely traumatic, and I left the store with my metaphorical tail between my legs. I instead found these keys (at a different, thank god), and I was satisfied with their shape. They had a hideous pattern on them, so I painted them with a coat of grey, then a coat of silver.

Alongside the keychain is the strand that I wrapped myself. I didn’t do a great job on it, so at some point I’m going to re-wrap it and glue the ends down.

“Don’t look at his ass, don’t look at his ass, don’t look at his ass”

Part two will arrive soon, covering his mask, which I also made from scratch, and the gloves I recently found, which really complete the look, and anything else I might have forgotten.

xx Leo

[starlight-vixen-emiko]

Adrigami actors AU

Hey everyone!

I know I am lagging behind when it comes to posting stuff. My personal life has gotten a bit busy. But my readers have asked me for more Adrigami.

I am absolutely flattered that my readers are asking for more Adrigami and I am stunned the fanbase is still around...I figured the fanbase would be dead after the travesty that happened.

But I do technically have this ficlet...I am sorry it isn’t much. I do got plenty of other Adrigami fanfics planned I am just...Busy right now.

Basically this fanfic is inspired off the Lukanette actors AU where Luka and Marinette are actors who disapprove of script for season 4.

I wanted to write an Adrigami version.....I hope it’s good enough.

Warning: This ficlet is generally anti adrienette and anti love square, you have been warned.

Enjoy lovebugs! <3

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Adrien was at his wit's end as he sat on a bench by the pier and clutched his blonde hair.

"That was painful!" He cried. "What were the show writers thinking?"

His girlfriend Kagami sat beside him and gave him a sympathetic look.

"I thought you did very well, Adrien," Kagami said gently.

Adrien raised his head and threw his hands up. "I felt like a total clown!"

Kagami held on to his arm. "That was what the show writers were going for," she whispered into his ear.

"I cheated on your character," Adrien said with disgust in his voice. "My character is supposed to be likable and a good guy, but my character cheated on yours."

"Why do fans praise this type of stuff?!" Adrien cried. "Even the show's narrative saw nothing wrong with the cheating," Adrien hung his head.

Kagami looked at her boyfriend with nothing but understanding in her eyes, knowing that it was all just a stupid act.

"All this just to get my character together with Marinette's character. It's absolutely ridiculous!" Adrien cried. "Marinette is just a friend. I cannot stress that enough!"

Kagami had to agree deep down, but she didn't have much say on the show she starred in, no matter how ridiculous the show becomes.

"It wasn't you," Kagami said. "You don't have to feel guilty."

Kagami turned and took a moment to rub her temple. "It was hard for me to say that Marinette recognized your schedule and that you and Marinette were made for each other with a straight face."

Adrien gave a pleased smile. "You are a better actor than me Kagami. Sometimes I get so frustrated that I just want to freehand the script. After all, sometimes the best scenes are against the original script."

"And when the director told Marinette and me to close the umbrella on both of us and laugh like love birds, I had to bite my tongue," Adrien cried.

But Adrien wasn't allowed to argue, no matter how arrogant the show writers are.

"Who laughs when they get trapped in an umbrella with someone else?" Adrien cried. He was starting to become a bit hysterical. "How is that romantic?!"

Kagami giggled slightly. "Maybe we should try it ourselves and see if it is really romantic."

Adrien and Kagami paused. They gave each other serious expressions until smiles formed from their faces, and they laughed over such a silly idea.

But they can only laugh at a bad script for so long until next week when they film for another lousy episode.

Adrien sighed. "Those snobby show writers refuse to recognize my genius! Like an entire episode of Chat Noir and Ryuuko fighting crime together."

Kagami smiled, thinking what could be if they were in charge of their own characters.

"I mean," Kagami took a moment to run her fingers on Adrien's thigh. A move she would always make when suggesting something to her boyfriend. Adrien was always excited over her adventurous suggestions.

"We could always roleplay that at home," Kagami said slyly.

Adrien turned and looked into Kagami's eyes. He was overcome by her adorable cat eyes that shined like tiger eye gemstones. He gently cupped her face with his hands and stroked her cheek with his thumb. 

"Really, Kagami, you are the only queen in my eyes," Adrien said as his peridot green eyes sparkled for her.

Kagami smiled. "That's my Adrien," she said.

The pure sunshine boy she loved dearly. Selfless, heroic, and such a loyal gentleman.

Adrien and Kagami moved in for a kiss. A blissful kiss that they didn't get to share on camera. They playfully fought each other's lips as Kagami pulled out her phone and took a selfie of the two of them kissing.

When the two of them broke the kiss Kagami smiled at the perfect moment she expertly took despite her eyes being closed the entire time.

Adrien smiled and took Kagami's phone from her. Taking a moment to write down "I love Kagami!" before posting that image on his Instagram.

Kagami giggled for a moment. "You're going to make the fanbase so angry!"

Adrien took a moment to stroke Kagami's cheek again with his fingers as he gazed at his beautiful girlfriend. "Hm, doesn't matter to me."

The fans of the show wanted Adrien and Marinette to date in real life. It made all the actors uncomfortable because Marinette and Adrien already had their partners. It was disturbing how many fans couldn't distinguish tv shows and movies from reality.

Adrien took the latest script and tossed it into the ocean with a satisfied look on his face.

Kagami smirked over that idea and dropped her script into the ocean as well.

"God, if I read another script from the writers, I'll go insane," Adrien said. "They can't pay me to go on set and act like a clown again. Unless they want to see us make out!"

Kagami gave a pleased smile over that idea and gave her boyfriend a light kiss on the lips, causing a pleased smile to form on his lips. She was calm about it, but she wanted to raise a middle finger to the misogynistic showrunners as well.

Adrien then took his girlfriend's hand. "We should've done this long ago when Luka and Marinette quit."

Kagami pondered to herself for a moment. "I wonder if they found a new show yet."

Adrien gently squeezed Kagami's hand and stood up with her.

"We can join them!" Adrien announced. "Or we could find another show where you are a beautiful, powerful warrior princess, and I am the compassionate, loyal prince charming."

Kagami smiled over the idea as she and Adrien walked away from the filming set, not planning on returning.

"Now I want to spend all night writing a script," Kagami said.

"I can brainstorm with you!" Adrien said.

"After all, my queen needs a story that will do her justice," Adrien said as he brushed his cheek on hers.

Kagami smiled. "And my King needs a director who will give him an honorable role."

Author’s Note: Ok I had to admit I had fun writing shade like that. Really, that umbrella scene was ridiculous. When I saw that scene I almost called one of my friends and said “Hey, wanna get stuck in an umbrella with me and see if it will be romantic?”

Oh speaking of which. On WIP Wednesday I am gonna post a preview for an Adrigami fanfic I am working on. Stay tuned!

This is Emiko Gale signing out! <3

[collecting-stories]

Shotgun - JJ (Outer Banks)

Request: Hi! I love your writingg💞 if youd like can you do a jj fic where the reader is in love with him for a long time and one day kiara (her bff) just blurts it out while they were drunk or smth? You can make it take a sad turn or fluff✨ 

Request: #18 from the kiss list with JJ? :) 

A/N: I wrote this whole thing and then I deleted it and started over because I didn’t like any of it so this is attempt number two. 

Outer Banks Masterlist

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“Come here,” JJ reached across the space separating the two of you, grabbing your wrist. It far too early in the morning to be awake let alone for JJ to be already smoking but it’s been a rough night and you didn’t want him to feel like you were criticizing him for being upset. He pulled on your wrist and with your freehand you grabbed the edge of the hot tub, trying not to fall in. You weren’t entirely sure how long John B planned to be on that fishing trip with Ward, all any of you knew was that you were supposed to be ready when he got back. 

“JJ,” you warned as he held your hand up, a joint between his lips, and guided your fingers into a fist with his hands. “JJ I already told you I’m not shotgunning.”  

When he’d asked earlier if you wanted a hit you had claimed that you didn’t feel like passing the joint back and forth, it was annoying and he always ended up hogging it anyway. You’d get barely two tokes and he’d have the rest of the joint smoked before you were done exhaling. Besides, you hadn’t really been alone with JJ since Kiara’s brilliant drunken announcement at the beginning of summer. You’d hung out, it’d be insane to assume that you would forgo your chance to take part in this gangbusters gold hunt just because of one embarrassing moment.  

-

It had just been the five of you at the Chateau with beer heisted from various places. John B had found some of his dad’s old liquor in the cabinet beneath the sink and Kiara had helped herself to the Jose Cuervo, claiming that she was seasoned enough to handle it. Drinking it straight from the bottle contradicted that statement but it didn’t really matter, she was fun when she was drunk. She’d tell anyone anything, but she was fun.  

Halfway through the bottle, while dancing with JJ, she finally hit ‘drunk enough to spill everyone’s deepest secrets’. She was also too drunk to whisper. You were sitting with John B and Pope when Kiara wrapped her arm around JJ’s neck and drew him in close like she was going to tell him something she didn’t want anyone to hear.  

Of course, everyone heard her tell him that you liked him, she even pointed at you as she spoke, as if he didn’t already know who you were.  

“She’s like totally in love with you!” Kiara exclaimed, smile brightening her features, “she talks about you all the time. She’s like ‘oh my god did you see JJ today he looked so hot’ and ‘I wish JJ didn’t just think of me as a friend’. And she said she was sick last weekend when she left the party but it was cause you hooked up with that touron.”  

“I’ve never seen her this drunk before,” John B whispered.  

You were too busy trying to shrink into the sofa cushions to worry about John B’s attempt to make excuses for her. Your whole body was warm with embarrassment and, as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t stop staring at JJ. He, of course, was staring right at you, speechless for once. Kiara was giggling as Pope attempted to guide her into a chair and convince her to drink water.  

“I should-” you stood up, grabbing your backpack and heading for the front door. Despite the beer fogging up your brain you managed to run all the way home. You couldn’t believe Kiara had told JJ, and everyone else in the room, that you liked him. You knew she was drunk but that was a sworn secret.  

-

After Cuervo-gate, as Kiara had dubbed it following the massive stream of texts and calls apologizing had finally subsided, you decided your best plan of action was to pretend nothing had ever happened. And also to never, ever, be alone with JJ. If you weren’t alone with him than you could just be friends and distract yourself with other people and he couldn’t tell you how he didn’t like you back. That plan had worked all summer until you were certain that he didn’t even remember the night in question.  

Maybe that was why you let your guard down long enough to come outside and sit with him.  

“This will work, trust me.” He nodded his head toward your hand, comically puffing his cheeks out. You rolled your eyes, scooting closer to him and leaning in. You pressed your mouth to one end of your fist while JJ pressed his mouth to the other end, eyes meeting yours. You felt your heart beat pick up at the close proximity but you tried to stay calm. JJ released his breath, smoke pouring out from the spaces between your fingers. You pulled away a little prematurely, JJ still holding your wrist in one hand.

“Well that was the bust I said it would be.”  

“You didn’t have your hand fisted right.”  

“That’s what she said,” you mumbled and JJ snorted out a laugh. The joint went back between his lips while he maneuvered your fingers around again to try and meld them into a fist. “It’s not gonna work JJ.”

“Oh ye of little faith.”

You were right though, just like last time the smoke seeped out of your fist but even less made it into your mouth. While the problem could’ve easily been that you had never actually shotgunned before you were blaming it on the close proximity between you and JJ. It was bad enough that whenever he was around, your entire body felt like it was overloaded with butterflies, but with him so close you were practically melting. When it didn’t work he slumped against the seat, somewhat defeated that his plan hadn’t worked.

“Just pass me the blunt...we’ll survive.” You said, holding out your hand.  

JJ passed the blunt to you. He watched as you placed it between your lips, inhaling, and he smiled. As you moved the blunt away from your mouth JJ was quick to move, grabbing your jaw and leaning forward, mouth just barely over yours. You tried to close your mouth but his fingers dug in to your jaw, working your mouth open. He inhaled as the smoke you were holding in seeped out of your mouth. His eyes were open, staring at you.  

You pulled away when he had exhaled, leftover smoke seeping out his nose and mouth. “Don’t do that, you scared me.”

“I told you shotgunning would work.” He replied, proud smile on his face.  

“Hardly.” You replied.  

He took the blunt back from you and took a hit, raising an eyebrow at you as he repeated his actions, this time more deliberate because he wasn’t taking you by surprise. You kept your lips parted as JJ leaned in, this time just brushing his lips against yours, an action easy enough to play off as an accident. He exhaled, practically blowing the smoke into your mouth. You were too busy staring at his face close up that you completely missed the shotgun.  

You pulled back, coughing more from embarrassment than anything, JJ’s hand dropping from your face as you turned away from him. “I should see if Kiara and Pope are up yet.”

“Hey, wait-” JJ reached for you again, this time settling on the hem of your shirt as you stood on the bench in the hot tub. “You aren’t mad about this right?”

Kiara and Pope had been livid until they saw the bruises from his dad. You’d been shocked by the extent of the injuries as well but you hadn’t been mad about him blowing the 25k. As easy as it was to brush JJ off as reckless you knew he would never do something to compromise his friends unless he was really hurting.

“No.”

“So, what are you mad about?”

“I’m not. I'm fine.” You replied, crossing your arms and looking back toward the house. He still had a grip on your shirt.  

“You’ve been weird all summer. Is it cause of what Kie said?” JJ asked, “she was just drunk, you know how she gets.”

“She wasn’t just drunk JJ,” you sighed, he was your best friend, you couldn’t lie to him. And this adventure had the air of life or death attached to it that had you thinking regrets weren’t worth having. “She was telling the truth.”

“So why’d you split?”  

“Because then you wouldn’t be able to tell me that you didn’t like me and I could pretend none of it happened.” You replied, “I was avoiding you because I thought you’d want to talk about it.”

“Hey! You guys are up, I want to work on the pulley. I think I figured it out.” Pope called from the porch, breaking the bubble you’d created.  

You turned to look over at him, JJ still holding your shirt and offering a thumbs up with his other hand. “We’ll be right there.” You promised. Pope nodded, heading back inside to get Kiara.  

JJ finally let you go, getting out of the hot tub. He held his blunt between his lips and put his hands out, offering you help.  

“I did climb into this on my own.” You noted.  

“Just let me.” JJ wrapped an arm around your waist and you held on as he lifted you over the side of the hot tub and placed you on the ground.  

“We should head in-”  

“I would’ve told you I liked you too, if you hadn’t cut out.” JJ finally said, pulling you back into the conversation you had been trying to get out of a second time.  

“What?”

“What, you thought I didn’t? Come on, you know me better than that. I would’ve told you that I like you and that I wouldn’t fuck this up.” He replied. He turned as he moved passed you, walking backwards toward the Chateau, “you coulda been macking on me all summer but you had to play it cool.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” You exclaimed, “JJ! Wait!”

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