#he pissed on my carpet so now i throw him at people

[blitzisms]

holds him up like a cat

who wants a bastard man to possibly smooch with

[ozzgin]

Hello!

🌟 here again! I'm here with another request for our lovely bodyguard yandere.

Have you ever seen videos of fans jumping up onto stages with kpop idols? Then get carried away by security behind stage?

I'd love to see how our lovely violent baby girl would react to not being able to react with immediate violence as a reaction given all the eyes and cameras on him. Would he be stone faced just carrying the stage crasher by the collar like a cat? Or would he be dragging him by the legs into hell?

The reactions of fans to the bodyguard would be interesting too, I could see Reader being jealous over people thirsting over bodyguard on Twitter or something lol. Or bodyguard confused on why people would say stuff like "he could snap my back like a twig and I'd say thank you" about him.

Hope you are taking care, and I have my fingers crossed to hear from you eventually

Sincerely

-🌟

Long overdue and I'm terribly sorry about that! I had the ideas for a while now, but I could never find the proper words to assemble everything. ;-;

Yandere! Bodyguard x Idol! Reader (III)

Your bodyguard has gained sudden Internet fame after dealing with a crazed fan on stage. Naturally, he couldn't care less about anyone else, but that doesn't stop you from trying to make him jealous in return. Someone will have to be the sacrificial lamb to his murderous possessiveness.

Content: female reader, obsessive behavior, violence, death, reader and yandere are both psycho

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

The screen of your phone lights up again and you only need a quick glance to know what it is. Another post about last night’s event. About your bodyguard. You sink your nails into the leather chair and look ahead towards the mirror, exchanging a smile with the hairstylist.

“Oh, it looks lovely! You always do such a great job.” You compliment the woman as you tilt your head both ways, admiring the gentle curls. Now get the fuck out already.

“I’m so glad! Is there anything else you’d like me to-”

“No, that’s all. You can go”, you respond curtly.

The stylist collects her products and waves at you, exiting the room. The phone vibrates once more with a new notification, and you promptly throw it against the door. It scatters in large chunks of scrap across the plush carpet.

The whole ordeal happened within seconds. You were performing the final song of the evening when a fan hurled himself over the security barrier and onto the stage. The people standing at the very front began screaming and some took their phones out, scrambling for a good angle to record everything.

“Please, (Y/N), I’m your biggest fan!” the man pleaded, approaching you with shaking hands.

You froze in place, observing his actions with the same indifference of watching a TV ad that goes on for too long. Before the stranger could even reach your proximity, your bodyguard effortlessly and speedily threw him over the shoulder, giving you a reassuring nod and retreating backstage. He had that smile on his face that signaled he was pissed, and your mouth hung open in realization: You wouldn’t be able to witness the massacre.

You knew that expression all too well. That man would never see the light of day again, and under normal circumstances you would be right behind your bodyguard, cheering him on and suggesting ways to further torment of whoever dared to get too close to you.

And yet, your little ritual had been interrupted. You stood there on the stage, baffled, as the other idols gathered around you with worried looks. You poor thing. That must’ve been terrifying. The audience was shouting words of support, encouraging you to continue as if nothing happened. With pursed lips, you tightened your grip around the microphone and reassured everyone of your well-being. The show had to go on, regardless of your bloodlust.

This morning, you woke up to hundreds of posts online about the incident. Or rather, the way your bodyguard dealt with it. You scrolled through photos, videos, and confessions regarding the mysterious stranger who protected you from harm.

“I need a man like that in my life!”, “I know, right? So cool!”, “Imagine how easily he’d pick you up”, “The broad shoulders! I’m in love <3”

You don’t even have time to be properly upset about it. Your schedule for the day is packed with interviews and photoshoots. You glance in the mirror one final time and exit the room. The bodyguard has been waiting for you, resting against the wall with crossed arms.

“I need a new phone”, you tell him in a casual tone.

“What happened to the previous one?” He inquires, somewhat confused by your sudden request.

“Just do it!” You snap at the large man, rushing past him without providing any window for a reaction.

Ideally, you would very much like to tell him that the sudden influx of attention irritates you beyond comprehension. Then he’d reassure you that his indifference towards everyone else has not changed whatsoever, and thus your worries are entirely unfounded; but, if you need an outlet to release all that stress, he can easily find an empty changing room and service you like he always does.

Unfortunately, there is no time for that.

The bodyguard follows your movements with raised eyebrows, perplexed. What could’ve gotten you into such a sour mood? Has someone caused you to be upset? Are you still pouting after the missed playtime? He ponders the possibilities as he searches for an assistant.

The employee is visibly startled upon hearing his deep voice calling her. She turns obediently and nods, flashing her best customer-facing smile.

“Can you get (Y/N) a new phone?” he asks plainly.

“Huh? Sure…Did she specify any preferences? What was her previous model?”

He stares in confusion.

“…Can’t you guess?” she insists.

“I’m not good with these things.” The bodyguard rummages through his pocket and pulls out an old, cracked device to prove his point. “I don’t use phones much.”

Why would he? The only time he needs a phone is when he’s apart from you, which hasn’t happened since the Christmas incident. He previously considered a more modern option, so he could stalk your social media and make sure you don’t have any perverts sliding into your messages. That proved to be unnecessary, as you frequently leave your phone unattended or involve him in the process: most of your photos posted online nowadays are actually curated by his truly.

“Oh, so you don’t know about the recent craze?��� The woman chuckles and takes out her own phone, speedily tapping on the screen before presenting it to the man. “See? You’re trending!”

He scans the multitude of messages. Ah, so that’s what it was. His lips curl into a grin. To think he’d witness his spoiled idol struggle with jealousy.

“That will be it for today!” the photographer announces, gesturing with his hands and guiding his helpers with the expensive equipment.

This was it, the last photoshoot. You unscrew the cap from your water bottle and take a healthy sip from it, wiping the sweat off your forehead with your other hand. The only good part about the continuous work was that you couldn’t check more of those annoying posts drooling over your bodyguard. Remembering it is enough to increase your heartbeat. The male model you were paired with for this campaign walks in your direction.

“Say, do you have anything planned after this?” He questions smugly. “You could come back to my place.”

What a ridiculous idea, you think with a grimace. Does this asshat think he’s worthy of your company? After a second of contemplation, you’re flooded with the same disappointment you felt back on the stage, watching your fan being carried away like a mere piece of cardboard over the much larger frame of your bodyguard. You might just consider the stupid offer. Why not? It’s not fair to be the only one plagued by jealousy.

“Sure. I know a better place, though.”

Your eyes narrow in a bright smile and you lead the young man towards your backstage room. As you pass by your bodyguard, you remember to mention in a low voice: “Make sure no one disturbs us.” He doesn’t answer, merely gazes at you with an empty expression.

“Man, that guy is scary as hell”, the model remarks as he throws himself in your vanity seat. “Are you not afraid to be alone with him?”

“Not really, no”, you respond idly. “You, on the other hand…”

“Excuse me?”

Now then. To set the scene, you gingerly climb into the man’s lap and adjust your arms around his neck. What a frail little human in comparison to your bodyguard. You blush in anticipation and begin counting in your head.

“H-hey, what did you mean-”

The young man is interrupted by someone’s abrupt intrusion. Your bodyguard throws you a quick glance before turning to close the door behind him. Alright, he can’t be too excited. He must pretend he’s furious, baffled, out for the hunt. You went all the way out for him. He even checked his watch to make sure you had enough time. He can’t let his enthusiasm betray him.

You jump out of the model’s hold with a gasp.

“It’s not what you think~!” you exclaim with feigned surprise. “He started flirting with me and I…” Your words trail off and you rub your arm nervously.

The bodyguard approaches the other man with monotonous movements and grabs him by the collar.

“Wait, you can’t possibly…he’s a well-known model!”, you protest with a fake cry.

Sweet little darling. Worry not, he won’t disappoint you. He’ll put on the best show for your sake. Anything to soothe your innocent heart.

“Could be the President himself”, your bodyguard confesses with a dash of theatrics, “and I’d still break his fucking neck for touching you.” He pulls out his pocketknife and looks at you. “I’ll deal with you in a moment, Miss.”

Your knees weaken and you have to rest against the vanity table. Among the screams and pleads for mercy coming from the poor butchered model, you can only focus on one thing: the violent fucking you’re about to receive.

Your bodyguard truly knows you best.

[lynnscove]

Tomura Shigaraki/Tenko Shimura headcanons!!

I lied, these are basically just things I consider canon. Some actually are and I threw them in there cause I got off track. (A few of these r similar to my old hcs post about him,, but that's on a whole different account so we're gonna ignore it.) edit: actually this went 100% off track and I just started talking about fanon shiggy halfway through.

The urge to destroy everything used to be all consuming. Though when he met the league, they became his family. It was subconscious at first, but he didn't want to destroy everything anymore. He just wanted to destroy what hurt him, and what hurt his friends. As AFO began to take more and more control over him, he realized that he wanted to destroy AFO too. Even before AFO revealed what he did to him as a kid. That was a hard pill to swallow, since he'd been forced into the belief that AFO was the only person there for him, and the only person who loved/could love him as he is, meeting the league was the only thing that broke that belief.

He doesn't blame his sister in the slightest for anything that happened. He knows she was a child, just like he was, even if she was a bit older. He knows, and has accepted the fact that there's no way she could've predicted what was going to happen next. She was just stuck in a shitty home and didn't want to get in trouble for sneaking into their father's office. Though he does blame the rest of his family for not doing anything to help.

He dislikes bystanders nearly as much as he dislikes bad people, he can't stand those who make excuses about why something is happening instead of helping. Especially when it comes to adults. They really piss him off.

He really doesn't care about someone's power when it comes to joining the league, they're working towards a society where people aren't shoved aside for things they can't control so, why would he reject people who only want to help? (Like, he didn't reject Spinner when he joined the league, despite him having a pretty useless quirk compared to the others.).

He was a lil bit jealous when he saw stain merch at the mall. He wanted his own merch </3

He is NOT the introverted, touch hating, loser people make him out to be. In "encounter" he gets mad and then goes straight to a massive shopping mall😭. We rarely ever see him hiding away or rotting in his room. He's always available, always with the league, the most we see of him being alone is like,, him stepping out for 0.3 seconds to go take a breather. Not to mention he's VERY handsy. Pun intended. I think that if he didn't have a dangerous quirk, he'd be a lot more touchy (PLATONICALLY, YOU PERV) with his comrads.

He thinks about Mon and Hana more than the rest of his family,, ofcourse, he loves his mom and grandparents to an extent, but he still sees them as the adults who watched him be abused and never helped him. So ofcourse he thinks about the innocent more. He does understand that they were scared of his father too,, but it's always your responsibility as an adult to help a child in need.

His nails are neglected, always cracked/chipped

He lifts his pinkie even after he gains control over his quirk, it's a habit.

Villain work became a lot more taxing after the PLF formed, so it was a lot to take on. Especially since he'd been injured so badly he could barely stand.

Has played EVERY Zelda game to ever be made. ALL of them. He was on a MISSION to complete them all.

Decayed more than a few controllers‼️

He has to sleep with gloves/finger covers so that he doesn't decay his bed.

These started out as serious and now I'm just throwing random crap at you guys.

Instead of decaying his trash, he just stuffs it in bags and leaves it wherever he pleases. I like to think he has carpet flooring and doesn't wanna have to sweep dust out of it.

He had to get his room carpeted because he kept throwing his controllers around when he lost a game.

He has an insane amount of restraint over himself in every situation EXCEPT when he's playing video games.

Speaking of restraints..💕

He's lowk open to freakiness😞 not the way he is in fanfics, like he's not gonna bend you over and piss on you in an alleyway 0.5 seconds after meeting you, but if you're in a relationship he'd probably be open to a lot of stuff. He's one of those guys who just wants you to feel good.

Now 100% fanon shiggy headcanons, some nsfw. I'm sorry in advance.

He loves s3rl, and never left his nightcore phase.

Owns Minecraft creeper boxers.

Would give you the most ferocious, earth shattering, mind blowing, soul sucking head of your life n then look up at you with that stupid cat smile he does😞 THAT or give you this cocky look.

Would totes lose his shit n turn into a huffy puffy mess if you worshipped his cock

I'M SORRY IM EORRY KM6SORRY J DIDNT MEAN IT PLEASE FORGIVE MR

That's it. I ran out of ideas.

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 111

Part 1 Part 110

Steve twitches through his morning classes. Something had flipped within him when he’d wrapped his pinkie around Eddie’s and Eddie shook his hand like that would amplify the promise. The trepidation had fled as he’d looked up into Eddie’s trusting face. Now he’s excited. 

He wants to tell Carol first, always. Steve needs her colorful commentary to make this all feel real.

Each class seems to tick on longer than the last. Lunch should be a relief, but they’re not alone. Carol waggles her eyes at him, making pointed head tilts toward Eddie that Steve hopes he misses. Steve kicks her under the table and makes conversation with Doug, determined to ignore her for the rest of the break.

Steve considers skipping his next class, but that’ll only make the minutes stretch longer as he hides away, waiting for Carol to be free. 

So he stays, staring at the clock, barely cognizant of what class he’s in, much less what the teacher’s saying. Barbara would not be impressed. 

Steve’s the first one out of the room when the bell rings. He rushes to the library, where he knows Carol will be heading. 

Steve’s just glad her study hall lines up with gym; Tommy’s bound to be more hostile than usual, and Steve wouldn’t mind giving him another day or two of space before he has to see him again. 

The halls are crowded as people rush to their next class before the bell rings. Steve misses her approach in the crowd as she’s dwarfed by everyone around her, but luckily, she’s not one to miss a chance to bitch.

“Are you going to tell me your stupid plan now?” she demands as she saunters past him, heading toward the library. 

Steve latches onto her forearm and tugs, ignoring her complaints as she runs a few steps to keep up with his fast pace. 

“What the hell, Harrington?” she asks, elbowing him in the ribs. “Where are we going?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “We can’t go to the library,” he replies, pushing the side doors of the school open and pulling her out into the cool air with him. “Way too many witnesses.”

“And that means we’ve gotta be out in this cold?” He doesn’t bother responding as he tugs her through the parking lot and to their destination. “Seriously?”

Steve pulls the passenger door of Eddie’s van open and slides in, leaving it open for Carol to clamber up after him. “He never locks that side.”

She closes the door behind herself, encasing them in the safest place Steve could think of on school grounds. It’s chilly, but nowhere near as bad now that the wind’s locked out. 

Steve sits in the back on Eddie’s stained carpet, propping his feet up on the hump where the tire travels partially into the body of the vehicle. Carol picks her way through Eddie’s belongings and trash to settle across from him, throwing one of Eddie’s abandoned hoodies at Steve’s face to make room.

“We couldn’t do this in the bathroom again?” she asks, wrapping her arms around her own knees. “It’s at least warmer in there.”

Steve throws Eddie’s hoodie back at her and she slides it on with a shrug. “Less dirty at least.” 

“Smells less like piss.” She locks their legs together, just like last time, settling more fully into the side of the van now that she’s bundled up. “Now tell me your plan.”

Steve nudges his foot into hers as he tries to string his thoughts into words. As familiar with his idiosyncrasies as Carol is, she knows not to rush him. 

“You know my thing with my closet?” he asks.

She nods. Tommy was the first one to bear witness to him sliding into his closet when his parent’s voices raised, but Carol was the first person to slide in after him.

“Well, he does, too.” Steve’s looking down at his own twiddling fingers, smiling. They’d barely known each other that first time, but even still, they’d stayed pressed together, and Eddie hadn’t asked. “So, I’m going to bring him there, and tell him how I feel.” 

When he looks up from his hands, Carol’s staring at him like he’s a bug she squashed beneath her shoe. “That’s it?”

Steve glares as he replies, “that’s the first place I ever wanted to kiss him!” When she just keeps staring at him, he continues, vehement in his own defense, “and it’s where he saved me.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to just give him roses?”

“It’s romantic!”

Steve kicks her shin, and it’s not long before they’re all-out brawling. Carol grabs his hair and pulls, so he bites her forearm in retaliation. Hard.

She shrieks, shoving him off and scuttling away, laughing. “Freak!”

“Loser.”

“Poser!”

“Loverboy.” 

Carol says the last one with a suggestive drawl that makes Steve’s cheeks heat. He crosses his arms and glares across the van at her. 

“Whatever, Perky Perkins.” 

Carol gasps, holding her hand to her own chest in faux shock. “You promised to never use that one!”

Steve kicks out his foot again, gentler this time as he links their legs back together. “I never promised anything.”

They’re smiling at each other like capricious middle schoolers. Steve’s in love. 

“You’re sure he’ll like it?” she asks, gentle this time as she smiles at him. 

Eddie’s always been able to read him, root around in Steve’s brain until he finds the meaning behind each action. 

Steve nods firmly, just once.

Carol rolls her eyes. “Alright, well, let’s at least practice what you’re going to say.” She clutches onto his calf and squeezes. “You be Steve, and I’ll be your devoted lover.”

She flutters her lashes like the lead in a romance movie, leaning forward and puckering her lips for a kiss. Steve laughs, shoving her face away from him. “Shut up.”

They do practice, Carol beaming and laughing at him in measure at each sentence he stumbles over until they’re both satisfied. 

Steve’s not sure what time it is, but the period’s got to be counting down. Neither of them make a move to get up from where they’re now sprawled on the carpet of Eddie’s van among all of his abandoned things. 

“Are you going to tell him about me?” she asks. Steve turns his head to look at her. Her eyes are damn near twinkling as she continues, “and Tommy?”

She shuffles her shoulders like she’s shaking her tits, but she doesn’t get up for it, so mostly, it just looks like her back’s itchy. 

“Yeah,” Steve replies. It had never been a secret, really, but Tommy was too painful of a button to push, and he’d been all tangled up in Carol until yesterday. “Are you going to tell Barbara?”

Carol shrugs, twitching her fingers out to latch onto the belt loop of his jeans. “Maybe.”

They stay like that until the bell rings a few minutes later, both rushing out of the van to get to their respective classes. 

Now that plans are set and Carol’s informed, Steve can settle back into his skin. He wants to do it today–whisk Eddie off to his house and plant one on him. But the day’s not over yet, and Eddie wouldn’t cancel Hellfire for flood or famine, so tomorrow’s got to be the day. 

Steve loiters in the drama room after school, half-assedly working on homework as Eddie leads his session with an iron fist.

He lends half an ear to the proceedings, smiling down at his work as all the guys clamor for Eddie’s blood in raised voices. Steve’s afraid the commotion never seems to get them kicked out.

Even when the session’s over and they’re alone in the van, Eddie never asks if Steve’s ready to spill.

He doesn’t ask when they got home, or over dinner, or that night when they lay side by side in bed. 

He continues not asking all throughout the next day–between driving, and classes, and lunch side-by-side. Steve feels Eddie’s silence like a pinky around his finger. 

It’s not until they’re back at the trailer, the entire weekend stretched out in front of them that Steve links his pinky with Eddie’s and says, “I figured it out.”

Eddie looks down at their pinkies, smiling goofily as he asks, “you're ready?”

Steve thinks about Wayne’s words–you’re part of this family no matter how things shake out, and Eddie’s firm, I’m not giving you back, in the face of his parents abandonment. “I’m ready.”

Eddie makes a noise of surprise when Steve moves to the front door, dropping his schoolbag at his feet. He hesitates at the hook by the door before pulling his own keys down for the first time in months. 

Eddie doesn’t ask. 

The leather smells clean, that new car smell lingering even after these long months, as he slides into the driver’s seat of the beamer. Eddie settles into the passenger seat, the first signs of trepidation on his face. Steve can’t blame him. There’s dust caked into the vents, dirt and leaves covering the windshield. It’s been a long time since she’s been for a drive.

Steve turns the key in the ignition, turns the wipers on to clear the debris, and drives. 

The driveway seems longer, now that he’s used to the Munson’s short walkway. All the windows are dark and empty, almost looming down at him. Steve feels small, suddenly, like he’s a child still, and this is his home. He’s at the mouth of his hungry house, and it’s going to swallow him.

But then Eddie reaches over to squeeze his arm. He looks three seconds away from pushing Steve out of the driver’s seat and forcibly driving them away. Steve smiles, warmth settling back into him. Tug, tug. 

Steve looks back up, and it’s just a house, the only ghosts the bad memories he’d made in it.

He turns the ignition off, and gets out of the car, ready to head into the lion’s den one last time.

Part 112

[yn-bishop]

Hi I saw you do Nadine Franklin requests! So happy absolutely love Nadine and people should definitely write about her more!

Could you do Nadine x Female reader who is Darians best friend but is the total opposite of him( very quiet etc) and maybe Nadine always had a crush on her and maybe when Nadine and Krista have the party Nadine and reader end up getting together and when they both wake up the next morning Nadine wakes up to find reader gone and she gets sad because she thought she scared her away but Reader is downstairs making breakfast for her and R is more flirty towards her now and she is like “ Well I had to get up early and make breakfast for my girl” and Nadine is a flustered mess ( maybe a bonus if Darian finds out and is like wow did not see that coming while Krista is like are you kidding I had to up with Nadine going on about her for years she didn’t actually pussy out!

Thank you for taking the time to read this request! :) it’s okay if you can’t do it!

Of course I can! I hope you enjoy it!

Party Gone Right

Nadine Franklin x Fem!Reader

“What are you doing?! I called dibs! And you said you weren’t going to drink until after soccer! You failed, failure!” Nadine yells at her brother, words slurred.

“I’m not drinking, this is orange juice, genius. And I’m not kicking my friends out because of some deal that I didn’t even agree too. How drunk is she?” Darian looks at his sisters best friend.

“I have had one drink, now get your friends out of the pool” Krista shakes her head at her friends words and holds up two fingers.

“No-“ Darian is interrupted when the sliding door is opened and closed, shortly followed by a girls voice.

“Darian, are you okay? What’s taking so long?” A soft voice fills the room causing the three of them to look at her.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Nadine’s just being an idiot” Nadine scoffs at her brothers words.

“I am not being an idiot. You’re being an idiot, you idiot. I called dibs 3 hours ago and you can’t just show up here unannounced with a bunch of random people” Nadine slurs out before realising who stands before her. Her eyes drift down to the shorter girls arms, then to her legs before finally wandering back up to her face, stopping again at her wet bikini.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I can leave if you want?” Y/n asks with an apologetic look.

“No, not you. I mean, you can stay but only you. The dicks out there need to leave” Nadine is quick to correct the girl before Darian flicks her head before walking back outside

“Sorry” Y/n mumbles quietly before walking outside, following her best friend.

“Why don’t you just tell her how you feel? You’re starting to piss me off with all this ‘oh my god, Y/n’s so beautiful’ and ‘oh my god, Y/n’s so nice, how is she even friends with an ass like Darian?’ It’s getting annoying” Krista tells her best friend with an annoyed glare. Nadine glares at her friend before running to the bathroom and chucking up her guts.

Nadine wakes up on the toilet only to see Krista asleep in Darian’s bed before she hears a noise coming from downstairs.

“Y/n? What are you doing?” She asks when she sees the girl scrubbing the carpet.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Y/n asks the taller girl as Nadine shakes her head and sits next to her.

“No, why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Well, someone let Baxter in and he kinda, uh, you know, peed on the floor and Darian was already sleeping so, I figured I would clean it” Y/n responded as she continues scrubbing. Nadine stands up and starts throwing the beer cans in the bin before walking back over to the girl.

“I’m sorry about the party, Darian didn’t tell me about any of it. He just told me to come over so I thought we were just gonna hang out”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault” it’s only then that Y/n notices how close their faces are and she quickly leans in and presses their lips together in a soft kiss before pulling away just as fast.

“Nadine, I’m so sorry! I swear, I didn’t mean to do tha-“ she’s cut off by Nadine’s lips against hers once again.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long. You have no idea” Nadine mumbles against the other girls lips.

“I’ve been waiting just as long. Trust me”

Y/n wakes the next morning to the feeling of someone’s arm around her before she remembers the night before a huge smile appearing on her face. She gets out of the bed and puts one of Nadine’s shirts on, the shirt coming down to her knees then she leaves the room after pressing a kiss to the sleeping girls cheek.

Nadine wakes ten minutes later and realises the other half of her bed is empty. A frown appears on her face, realising that this was just a one time thing and she pulls her clothes back on. Nadine walks downstairs and her eyes widen in shock.

“You’re still here?” Nadine asks with a hopeful tone as she looks at the shorter girl.

“Of course I am. I had to make my girlfriend breakfast didn’t I?” Y/n walks over to the girl and wraps her arms around her neck, pressing her lips against hers in a soft and passionate kiss.

“Uh, what’s happening?” Darian asks as he and Krista walk into the kitchen.

“Wow Nadine. You finally grew up and asked her out. I can’t believe it” Krista smirks at the two as Y/n hides her face in Nadine’s shoulder and Nadine glares at the two of them.

[depravity-n-savagery]

I'm so so sorry to bother you but... do you do requests? If not is alright pls I'm so sorry

But if you do... could maybe do a reverse fic? Your last one about billy taking care of sick reader melted my heart and I just wanted to see how it would play if the bad boy got sick and us took care of him

Again, sorry to bother you, hope you have a good day

Luckily, I have a soft spot for nursing people back to health ♡

Taking Care Of Billy While He's Sick Headcanons ♡

18+ MINORS DNI ♡ I just can't help myself 🤣 like, the tiniest bit smutty. 95% comfort and care ♡

♡ - Like the stubborn boy that he is, he doesn't listen to your scolding advice and winds up getting sick. He'll try to hide it from you at first. He's used to having to deal with these things alone. Plus, he's not used to being so openly vulnerable. But you pop up at his place while Neil is gone to check on him, and it's clear how sick he is the second you look at him.

♡ - You have him pack a bag and tell him (not asking, telling) that he's staying at your house until he feels better. You're aware of what goes on with Neil, and you know he won't get the proper care if he's left to deal with his father. He gives you shit, but he's actually happy to be away from there for a few days.

♡ - For the first day, it's a lot of back and forth. He keeps trying to prove that he's not that sick and he can still do things on his own. He tries to force himself to wash the dishes, even though he's obviously too tired to stand up for that long. Tries to force himself to go through his usual daily workout routine, but can only get through six push-ups before he collapses onto your carpet. Pissed at himself and sniffling. You lead him back into your bed every time, comforting him and begging him to let you take care of him. By then he's worn himself out so much, he has no choice but to give in and accept it.

♡ - The second phase was kind of amusing to you. When his macho chest-puffing and usual confidence is stripped away, he allows himself to be cared for. He enjoys it more than he thought he would. Having you fawn over him, feed him and cater to him. It scares him as much as it comforts him, because he's used to having these things ripped away from him. So he clings to you.

"Come back to bed, baby. It's too cold. I need you."

"I don't need anymore medicine right now. I just need you to come here. Watch this movie with me."

"Sit down, babe. You're gonna tire yourself out doing all that. I need you to be the healthy one here."

I need you.

You didn't bring it up, but you noticed how much he'd say it every time you did something for him. You tried to reassure him that you weren't going anywhere.

♡ - Feeling like he has to repay you in some way ; he tries to take care of you in one of the few ways he knows he never disappoints you. Physically. He doesn't want to get you sick, so he knows he can't kiss you. But he'll try to massage you when you lay with him. Working his hand up between your thighs until he's.... rudely interrupted by a harsh fit of coughing. You snap back into nurse-mode, grabbing the cough syrup while he feels completely useless. You notice it. Poor Billy looks like he wants to throw himself out the window, so you let him try again. Being the little spoon while he fucks you slowly and passionately, careful not to get too worked up. When he feels your third orgasm, he allows himself to finally sleep with a prideful grin on his face.

♡ - As he starts to feel better, he gets a little awkward. This time with you was a pleasant bubble and he's not quite ready for it to pop. You two were always close, but this brought you closer than you've ever been before. He almost shuts you out. Kind of preparing himself for the loss before it can happen. Luckily, you're used to his moods and you sit down with him.

"Hey.. I just want you to know, this doesn't have to end just because you're feeling better."

He huffs, not looking you in the eyes. "The hell are you on about."

You continue, unphased by his attitude. "I love you, Billy. I'm still gonna love you whenever you walk out that door."

"...Do you mean it?"

The question tugs at your heartstrings, setting you in motion before you could think. You kiss him. Soft and sweet, only realizing your mistake when you pull away. "Shit!"

His famous smirk is back to it's former glory, pulling you back for more. "Fuck it. My girl, my germs. We'll get over it."

♡ A/N: Haha, I think I might've had more fun writing this one than the original one 😅🤣💞 Hope you like it too!

Masterlist, Ao3 ☆

[boy-above]

i'm really upset basically my mom brought a cat home last year (rescued stray) and despite both me and my dad not wanting to keep him my mom kept him anyway. i told my mom that i didn't want a male cat because there's a good chance he'd spray in our house but she didn't care, and then she waited WAY too long to get him neutered despite me regularly telling her to please do it because he Did start spraying in our house. and you know where he was spraying most? on my stuff. i just had to clean up SO much piss in my basement craft room. on the walls, on my table, on my carpet, on my stuffed animals. i had to throw away stuff because it was saturated in piss. the cat tree my dad HAND MADE for me was covered in piss. when i told my mom a few weeks ago that She had to be the one to clean that because it was her cat and her fault she said "can't we just throw it away?" which made me so angry because like i said my dad made that for me. he peed on some of my build-a-bears which are really important to me and i had to throw away one of their wigs bc it was so bad. i'm going to tell her she needs to buy a replacement and if she complains i'll be even more upset.

it makes me so angry because if he'd been spraying on HER stuff this whole time, she would have been angry and she would have gotten him neutered much sooner. but she took her sweet fucking time because it was My Stuff and she didn't care. and she's probably going to be mad at Me when she wakes up and im angry at her, because no one has a right to be angry in this house except for her. if the roles were reversed she'd be threatening to kick me and the cat out of the house but she'd never admit that.

the worst part is that she's the one who brought the cat home but she doesn't even like the cat much now because he likes my dad more than her. she was like "i want an animal that's just my own" but was upset when he liked someone else more, so she got ANOTHER cat, cornbread, after that. and then you know what happened? she didn't think cornbread was affectionate enough so she brought a dog home. now we have so many extra animals me and my dad never wanted. my mom used to be an animal hoarder and we finally got the problem under control but it seems to have reared its ugly head again.

speaking of hoarding, my mom is also a hoarder in general. thankfully not enough that our floors are covered or anything, but she's insufferable in the fact that she'll hardly part with anything. she basically never donates anything and insists on selling everything, but she's too lazy to actually Do the selling so it sits around forever. i keep telling her that there's less fortunate people who could really use the stuff, including baby clothes from when my nephew was little (he's ten now. it's been sitting around for a decade.) one time she spent like 15 minutes digging through my trash to get a mcdonald's toy i'd thrown out, and then boasted about getting ten cents for it at a yard sale. i told her digging through trash is not normal and is invasive and weird but she doesn't think so. she digs through my trash semi-regularly and i just Know she's going to dig through the piss soaked stuff i just threw out and be angry that i'm trying to throw it out because it can ~totally be cleaned~ but i'm telling her that if she wants it she can deal with it and keep it somewhere she can smell it because i'm Not dealing with it.

life is a fucking nightmare sometimes. please assure me that digging through trash isn't normal because she seriously tries to gaslight me into thinking it is

[celestialsister0918]

Chapter 2, "Someone's Dirty Bathwater"

Jackson Lamb x fem!OC, Slow Horses

Rated 18+ for later chapters.

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Adelaide throws the rubbish in the giant bin outside of Slough House and hops into her car. That interaction was certainly something.

She does not understand at all how smelly, greasy old Jackson Lamb, King of the Fuckups, had her so horny right now. Attraction is a very mysterious thing. Perhaps she likes the challenge? Or maybe she likes the way he spoke to her. Maybe a little degradation is sexy? At any rate, she knows nothing can happen until he learns the most basic of hygiene. She wasn’t asking for him to clean up like a prince, but some Pears soap and a bit of attention under the nails might be nice. As it stood right now, he would finger her into needing a double round of antibiotics.

She has dreams about him that night. He wasn’t really doing anything in the dreams. Just repeatedly pulling his pants up over his belly and glowering at her with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He looked like a caricature in a comedy. She should have woken up laughing at the absurdity. But she actually wakes up with a damn tingling between her legs and an excitement to start her day. What the actual hell?

That morning, when Lamb appears in the Slough House office, unshaven and unshowered, he's surprised to see such a glow on her face. In fact, Lamb is surprised at the brightness all round. The office is clean. Spotless. But more importantly, it smells a lot nicer than usual. Even with him in it.

“Good morning,” Adelaide says brightly. “I decided to start at 6 instead of 8. Ho took a break from his game to let me in. Apparently he gets here and games with people overseas before everyone else reports to work.”

“Does he now?” Lamb huffs, but he’s too distracted to give that tip too much thought. He looks around at the office, which now gleams in the morning light. It was like she was trying to piss him off. "You’ve been pretty busy, I see."

“I have,” she agrees, taking steps toward her pile of belongings in the corner. “And I brought a few things for you as well.”

The thought of this woman doing something nice for him was starting to irritate him a little. "A few things? What kind of things?"

She drags a carpet bag up on the table like a fucking sunshine-bubbly Mary Poppins.

“For starters— chocolate croissants. Something tells me the way to your heart is through your stomach. Assuming you have one. A heart, that is. But if we’re going to spend a month around one another, I’m determined to at least make you pleasant.”

Lamb is stunned into silence by her generosity. No one has done anything this considerate for him in… longer than he could remember. She thinks this is the way to his heart? That it'll be some kind of chink in his armor? This girl must be crazy. Insane. But the thought of those chocolate croissants and the scent of the accompanying freshly brewed coffee has him considering how it might be possible to like her, even if just long enough to eat.

“And here we have…”

She takes items out of the bag one by one: a bar of soap, body wash labeled “blood orange and spice,” anti-dandruff clarifying shampoo, deodorant, Nivea, and some concoction called “Moroccan neroli” aftershave. She also sets out nail clippers and a file. A fucking nail file!

That girl is out of her mind - a nail file? But he’s beginning to see the effort she’s making. This girl's really thinking out of the box. This could be the best way to get to him. She is getting to him, that much was certain. "Well, well… how fucking considerate,” he mutters. That was all he could manage for the moment.

“So I won’t be able to work in the washroom today, then? Because you’ll be occupying it?” she asks pointedly.

Lamb laughs, enjoying the sparring– the sense of them working each other to their breaking point. "Oh God, I guess you won't. I guess I'll be doing my personal grooming right here. On the office table. In full view of everyone."

“They might buy tickets,” Adelaide laughs.

"I can see it already,” he drolls. “Long queues outside the office. Tipping their hats from every direction. All to see that distinguished silver fox take the most refreshing shower of his career. You'd think I was bloody Brad Pitt for the way everybody’s going to be staring at me.”

She seems pleased with herself. “I bet you’ll clean up quite nicely. Then you can take me out for a drink after work.”

“Oh? And why would I want to do that?" he demands. "This isn't a date, is it?"

She shakes her head. “Of course not. It’s a drink.”

"Oh, so there’s no expectation of anything romantic in any way whatsoever?" He stares hard, a gleam in his eye.

She looks away briefly. “I don’t get the sense that you’re the romantic type.”

"Oh, you think you've got the measure of me, do you?” he says in a surly voice. “You think that I don't know how to treat a lady?" He moves slightly closer to her, so close she can smell the hint of chocolate croissants on his breath and feel the heat of that breath hitting her skin.

She appraises him with a raised eyebrow, leaning back slightly at the waist but not actually stepping away. “I’m not sure, to be honest.”

Lamb closes the gap between them again. He’s so close now she can see grey flecks in his blue eyes. Close enough to kiss her….

Close enough to kiss her deeply and passionately, if that’s what she wants. And then he remembers... the smell. The smell of his breath, his clothes. And the fact she’s so very young. No. She can't actually like him like this. Can she?

Adelaide tightens her jaw and doesn’t breathe. She’s very attracted to him carnally, but her nose is still unfortunately fully functional. And it’s betraying her more forgiving body parts.

Lamb can tell he's got her on the hook. He's been able to read women since before he could read at all. Women tend to find him irresistible, even in the midst of his worst moments. Of course they didn’t like to show it; they preferred to banter and fight. But he knew. And this girl was no exception.

Just to prove it to her, he takes the cigarette out of his mouth, takes a last drag, and crushes it out in the ashtray next to her. And then he leans in toward her and whispers in her ear, "Let me know what time you're free tonight, and I'll remove any mystery.” Before she can say anything in response, he leans his head slightly back and smiles smugly.

“I’ll feel comfortable leaving around 5:00,” she finally replies. “I should be able to tackle a few of the other desks by then.”

“So then you'll be free at... say seven?" He's trying his damndest to sound nonchalant. 

She laughs. “You’re giving me two whole hours to go home and get dolled up for you? Do you think this is a date or something?”

"Yes," he answers flatly. "It is a date, and there's nothing you can do about it but prepare to have your wet knickers seduced right onto the floor."

She laughs out loud at this. “You’re pulling my leg.”

"I might do that later, too,” he remarks. “You can deny it all you like, but the truth is, you're already going to dress up for me, and we both know it. Even if it's only for dinner, there's still an element of courtship taking place. Or, if you prefer, seduction. And I'm telling you now, I'm going to seduce you. There's nothing you can do to stop me.”

She blinks again, biting her thumbnail in amusement. “We shall see then, won’t we? You might want to start on that bath. You only have 11 hours.”

"Oh, that's plenty of time,” Jackson assures her. “And remember, you might find that you like what you see when I'm clean. After all, you haven't experienced the unadulterated essence of Lamb yet."

Adelaide’s face feels like it might burst with the effort to hold back her giggles. “Is that something you share with women often? Your essence?”

"Women love my essence." Lamb's tone is playful, confident. He's got her hooked. "And you're no exception - you'll love it too. Once you get a taste, there won't be another guy you'd even consider. I'm going to ruin you."

Now she’s really chomping on her nail. He’s got her fascinated. It’s like he actually understands the disconnect between his appearance and the power he has over the female sex. Though she’s sure 99% of women would never admit it, and would therefore never spread their legs for him. She’s quite interested to find out just how much experience he’s actually had.

"The other men in your life will pale into insignificance,” he continues, taking a seat that nearly sends the rolling chair crashing into the wall. “They won't be able to compare to me. Once our lips meet, I'll make you crave me for the rest of your life, even when I'm not around. I'll be the one you have wet dreams about. The one you picture when you're trying to get turned on. The one whose face you imagine at your most private moments..."

She squirms and darts toward a feather duster, going to work. She simply can’t take it anymore. For one thing, she didn’t bring a change of knickers. And as he’d predicted, these were quickly becoming uncomfortable.

Lamb smiles to himself as he watches the girl squirm. She can't pretend to ignore him, even with a duster in her hand. Even now, she's pretending to clean, when they both know she's thinking about more lascivious things. The woman is a tease, but it's obvious she has a plan. She's playing hard to get.

About that time, River Cartwright pokes his head in with nervous eyes.

Lamb doesn’t even look over. He’s never surprised by the interruption of ineptitude. 

“Um…” Cartwright begins.

“What do you want, Cartwright?” Lamb still doesn’t take his eyes off the girl.

“You told me to bring your car around and wait for you. That was 30 minutes ago,” Cartwright reminds him.

Lamb looks across to Cartwright, and his demeanor suddenly changes. He goes from arrogant playboy to irritable, annoyed chief in seconds. And it's all for show. He doesn't want Cartwright thinking he's been flirting with a girl, even if he’d actually rather be flirting with a girl. "Get my car to the front. I'll be down in a minute."

Cartwright disappears, and Adelaide shakes her head with a “tsk tsk.” “So you’re out in the field today? Time’s really ticking on that bath. I bet you’ll show up at 7 tonight looking just like you do now. Only with maybe a few extra stains from lunch.”

"Oh, I'm sure the stains won't be a problem for you." His tone is smug again. He knows he's already got her under his spell. And there she is, biting her nail, again.

“As a matter of fact it will,” she snaps back. “No bath, no drink.”

"Are you telling me you'd actually turn me down if I was still dirty?” he asks incredulously. “It's not like you're the epitome of cleanliness. That nail is getting shorter by the minute, you know."

“I’m dirty from cleaning decades of muck up from this shithole,” she says with rolled eyes. “Believe me, I pretty-up quite a bit before I go out for drinks.”

He props his feet up on his desk, revealing a big toe poking through an undoubtedly putrid old sock. "So you're saying you're planning to get washed and ready tonight for your hot date?” he teases her. “That's good to know."

“You’ll take one whiff and wish you could drown in me,” she promises.

"Is that a challenge?" Lamb raises an eyebrow, as the girl is clearly trying to flirt with him now. He can practically hear her heartbeat through the air between them.

“A challenge on who will smell the best? Or a challenge not to drown in me?” she clarifies.

"Either one," Lamb grins, enjoying this. It's good to flirt again. The girl is attractive– beyond attractive. And witty enough to keep him from boredom. “I guess both."

She grins back. “River Cartwright’s waiting.”

Lamb's face hardens abruptly. "Fuck River Cartwright. He's still there?"

She laughs, aghast. “In your car, Lamb. Christ, you’re really slipping, aren’t you?”

"No I'm not,” he insists. “He's... he's..." It's hard to think clearly. The girl has thrown him off his usual game. He's finding her extremely distracting. And to have something like a bath waiting for him at the end of the day is just unbearable. This girl might be the end of him.

She's looking at me with those big innocent eyes. She's biting her lip again. And that nail is almost gnawed all the way down to the knuckle . 

She's going to make him lose focus, and it's driving him mad.

“Go to work, Lamb. I’ll see you somewhere at 7. Where are we drinking?”

"Anywhere's good. What about the Gristle?" It's a nearby pub he knows she'll like. It's dark and moody - and it has a billiard table - but he also knows it'll cost about £20 to get into the place with his stink. At least he'll probably be able to get her to pay for the first round.

She shrugs. “Sounds fine. I’ll see you then. If I recognize you, of course.”

"You might remember me as the guy with all the charisma, whom you had a long, suggestive conversation with earlier,” muses Lamb. “The guy you're almost definitely going to sleep with later."

Adelaide snorts. “You’d be so lucky.”

He winks. "Oh, I don't think it's me that'll be the lucky one. I think you might even think I'm a little bit handsome after a couple of drinks. Though you might not admit that."

She crosses her arms defiantly. “I would say I’m eager to find out how you think I look after two drinks, but you could probably tell me that right now. I’m assuming you’ve already imbibed this morning?”

He slaps the desk and stands. "You're damn right I've imbibed this morning. I drank enough to make your knees shake and your tongue curl. I'm going to need a bath just to sober up.”

“Bath— good. Work also good. Go find River.”

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Don't give me any more orders or we'll forget that date altogether."

She laughs lightly. “Yes, sir.”

"Don’t suck up to me, buttercup. I've already got the date. Besides… if we’re playing that game, I think I’d fancy ‘Master’ or ‘Daddy’... anything other than Sir. You’re not one of these lame fuckups around here, so don’t refer to me like you’re one. Got it?"

She blushes a deep red at this but says nothing, simply waiting for him to go off to the field.

Lamb gives a little smirk, which makes her blush even harder. Then he looks her up and down. He enjoys the way she blushes. "I expect to see you tonight, then?" he demands.

She nods. “7. The Gristle. We’ll both clean up.”

"No need for you to clean up. I'll enjoy you either way." Lamb doesn't care how it sounds. This girl is going to get what she asks for, and then he's going to have what he wants too. There'd be no need to clean anything up, as far as he's concerned. But he's not going to say that to her face; he’ll just string her along thinking she’s won… for now.

[star-vibing-prompts]

Random shit I had or others had said as prompts.

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of sus, dark humor(probably), dark themes(also probably), Sensitive topics

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"Motherfucker is high on cat nip at the top."

"Imma just kick this fish then-"

"Let me sleep with you!"

"STOP CREAMING YOURSELF"

"Let me throw your child!"

"I smacked a bad guy's booty."

"That was a good ass slap!"

"Give me all these delicious batteries!"

"Everybody died in this family!"

"I JUST SHOT HER BODY WITH MY GUN-"

"I DIDNT EVEN KNOW I HAD BALLS STILL!"

"I got stuff on my neck!"

"Be honest, am I hot?" "I'M GAY-"

"IMMA WHIP OUT MY BEANS ESSAY"

"Not the duckussy"

"Already sus gonna hide in the ooc"

"Okay I got my happiness, bye"

"I like me some Among Us"

"Can someone hold me please"

"[Name] stop searching. I wanna search something up to on him!"

"IS HE WRITING A FANFIC OML"

"I KNOW BUT WHEN I LAUGH I SOMEHOW CHOKE ACK-"

"You're more grosser than I am."

"Ohh~ Hee got the rizz~"

"OKAY BACK TO CRYING"

"I love dying screaming"

"IM CRYING WHAT DID WE JUST WALK IN ON???"

"I will slap myself if I say something sus"

"Let her scream lmao."

"Being force to talk by a 14 year old"

"Such a beautiful break up"

"STOP RIZZING ME"

"Anyway does anyone want to get slap by me?"

"Damn she hot"

"THE FUCK WOMAN???"

"DAMN I AM A LONELY BITCH"

"Actually *SHITTING* himself would be pooping. *PISSING* himself would be peeing."

"Why did you eat mah stick?"

"STOP EATING POOP???? WHOS POOP EVEN IS THAT???"

"I- Wha- ho- ...MY BRAIN CANT HANDLE THISI-"

"I think u just pissed him up even more"

"And why are you creaming [Name]?" "Damn tell me how you really feel about the cream jesus"

"One of them is: What the fuck is going on at this point and why am I still here for it?"

"I just love killing people!"

"I want to fuck Optimus Prime."

"Allergies are kicking me ass"

"I would've given you some but you didn't talk fast enough /j"

"[NAME] PLEASE I BE SILLY"

"I SWEAR ON [NAME] IT AINT ME"

"Why is [Name] robbing [Name2]"

"Enjoy your last peaceful moments"

"You were the chosen one"

"Then speak it"

"And [Name] just set himself on fire"

"I feel like I am being judged now,,,,,bye." *disappears*

"The shame has already been done there is no going back"

"My mom used to buy me robux before she mcfucking died"

"I BROKE MY STICK"

"THEY DONT KNOW WHAT GOES ON BEHIND CLOSED DOORS"

"My gaydar told me"

"What the fuck are smiley fries."

"Rice with beef broth because we have no chicken"

"Anime cat girls are canon within Spongebob now."

"The Cat Has Ingested The Wall"

"Split dat chicken wingg"

"Oeuur... digs chicken wing out of the carpet"

SHRIEKS AND BREAKS IN THROUGH A WINDOW

"They have been bestowed the name [New name]"

"I love the fumbling with the remote"

"Literally vibrating in my chair, I’m really excited for the game"

"That's so sad imagine someone hated you so much they wouldn't even spend more than 5 bucks to hire a hitman"

"Bro's gonna be willing to die after that"

"FLOOFY AND GOOBER"

"I wanna invite them for tea and crumpets

The best type of relationship"

"ILL FORFEIT ALL MY LEGAL POSSESSIONS TO HIM"

"Like damn dude you don't need THAT much eye liner"

"This is so emo"

"My dude needs to look fabulous"

"WHAT A GOOBER ! FOOLISH LITTLE FELLOW"

"OMG ITS MY KID"

"LIL GUY IS SPEEDY ASF"

"They got a little too silly"

"ITTY BITTY"

"They just need to put some ice on it"

"Aww noo they spilled the cranberry juice" :(

[matthew-gray-gubler-lover]

shopping day (Chip Taylor)

y/n and chip are still eating.

"you know most people think that strawberries are an aphrodisiac, i think sexy men are, i have never been turned on by strawberries have you?" y/n asked.

"um, well i never really had a chance to do anything romantic like that with my ex, she just wanted the sex and be done with me, she was great in bed but she.." he looks down and sighs.

"i'm sorry i didn't mean to upset you, we can talk about something else it was a stupid thing to ask anyway."

"no it wasn't and it's ok i need to talk about it, y/n i never really had romance, like you my partner only cared about just herself never me"

"i'm sorry chip, i know how you feel, i have never had an orgasm, no man ever cared enough to make sure i had one, the last boyfriend i had was when i was 23 i'm 28 now"

"you have never had an orgasm?!!" he lost choked on his pancake.

"nope never, so i just gave up on sex" she shrugged and took another bite of her pancake.

"no women should ever have to give up sex, it's the best feeling in the world, someday you will find a man who loves you so much he will make sure you have an orgasm, many orgasms."

"i hope so, so do you want to go shopping for some clothes now?" she said throwing her napkin down and taking a deep breath, would you like to go shopping now? she asked.

"sure"

"i just have to run by my house, i need my credit card" she told chip standing up.

chip goes back to his room and gets dressed.

chip put the lips shirt back on.

"i hate this shirt so much" he said out loud.

"i will give you a ride chip, as long as you don't mind me stopping at my house first?"

"i don't mind stopping."

they both get in the car and y/n drives to her house.

"you know i was thinking i still have some of my ex's clothes at my house, i was saving it for when i was really, really pissed off so i could burn it, but somehow i never got around to it, you're welcome to it if you want."  y/n told chip looking straight ahead as so drove.

"um, sure, if it's ok with you"

"it's fine with me, but as i said tiny dick so they will be to tight for you" she giggled.

"yeah tiny dick" chip looks down, he doesn't want to keep remembering liza but it keeps happening.

"i mean you will not fit in them very well, but it's just till we get you some new stuff to wear" you tell him pulling in the driveway.

"ok, here we are" you tell him taking off your seatbelt.

"do you want to stay here?" chip askes.

"well it's going to be kind of hard to put some pants on out here don't you think?" you giggle.

"well yes but i don't want to bother you" chip tells you.

you bother me? never" she giggled getting out of the car.

you both walk to the door you unlock the door and walk inside, chip looks around your little one-bedroom house, the sofa is tan there is a Tv in the living room, brown carpet not the color you would have picked but it came with the house.

"the bedroom is just down the hall, and the box is in the closet it's the box that says marks crap, you can't miss it " you tell him.

he walks to the bedroom and turns on the light, your room has a full-size bed with a pink blanket and two pillows, the carpet is the same brown from the living room he sees the closet and opens it there is the box.

"Marks crap, great wearing stuff from a box again, well this must be the box, let's see what we have."

he takes out a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.

"are there any shoes in here?" after moving some more stuff around he sees a pair of shoes, black sinkers, "size 6 well no wonder she never had an orgasm" he smiled.

"did you find it?" you ask from the living room.

"yes i did, what do you think?" he asks walking out of the bedroom.

"very nice you look so much better in them then mark ever did, the jackass."

'well thank you, the shoes didn't fit, so i have to keep these."

"and i see the pants are to tight" you tell him seeing he is big.

"a little bit yeah, but i will get some new ones" he tells you noticing you looking.

you two go to target chip try's on some stuff and shows you, putting on many things at one time, you both had a good laugh about it.

chip gets four pairs of pants and six shirts two pairs of shoes and a few boxer shorts to wear to bed.

after checks out and you both go back to the parking lot and get into your car chip is moving around a lot and you think it's because his pants are to thigh.

"we will be back at my place soon and you can wash you're new pants"

"oh yeah, ok thank you" he answers looking down at his hands that he is wringing.

"are you ok? did i do something to upset you?" you ask.

"no not at all i just wanted to ask you something and i don't really know how"

"well what is it? you can ask me"

"well if...if you have given up on sex then why did you tell bernard that you would have gone back to my room with me if i had asked you too?" he asks looking right at you.

you pull of the road and turn your body so you are facing him.

"chip i would have gladly gone back to your room with you because i didn't want to give up sex, believe me, but as i said the men i have had sex with, well i hated it, it wasn't good and you know how that feels so i didn't want that kind of sex, but you i can see that you are the kind of lover that wants to make a women feel god, and that is why i would have gone back with you" you tell him putting your hand on his.

[ybcpatrick]

hi we don’t know each other! but i have a picture of johnny knoxville wearing a shirt with one of your guys on it!! so funny that i can now recognize a couple of wrestlers in the wild despite not caring abt it at all. worlds colliding etc etc anyway cheers!

oh my GOD i'm so excited i get to tell you about this. you will regret this /j

since you happen to just Have a photo of johnny knoxville on hand, i'm guessing he's a special guy of yours, and in that case i've got great fucking news: back in late 2021/early 2022, jackass actually partnered with wwe to promote jackass forever. johnny knoxville ended up having a legitimate storyline feud with sami zayn.

so, the royal rumble is an event held every year in january. the draw of the show is the titular royal rumble match, wherein thirty competitors battle for the opportunity to main-event wrestlemania in april for a championship of their choosing. two people start in the ring, and then every ninety seconds, another competitor is added. to eliminate someone, you have to throw them over the top rope, and both of their feet must touch the ground.

now, i say "competitors" and not "wrestlers", because you don't actually have to be a wwe superstar to be in it. case in point: johnny knoxville announced on january 7th that he was gonna be in the rumble. sami (who, i should note, was a crazy bad guy at this time) was PISSED that a celebrity like knoxville could just show up and take spotlight away from real wrestlers. so when the rumble rolled around on january 29th, sami made sure to personally eliminate johnny.

johnny took that poorly. presidential alert, the girls are fighting.

on february 2nd, sami crashed the red carpet of the jackass forever premiere and johnny had security forcibly remove him from the premises

on february 18th, sami won the intercontinental championship off of shinsuke nakamura (hence johnny's shirt in the pic djekfhskfh). then, sami lost the title to ricochet thirteen days later, on march 4th, due to interference in the match by johnny knoxville

sami challenged johnny to an anything goes match at wrestlemania 38, johnny accepted

the match at WM38 is the stupidest shit in the world, and it's fucking AWESOME. it's goofy wrestling at its best, and sami's gone on record saying it's one of his favourite things he's ever done. it's got all the jackass shenaniganning you could want. if you've got twenty minutes, i highly recommend watching it, because the whole thing is on youtube.

and bonus points, even though sami's a good guy now and it's been over a year since it went down, johnny still "hates" sami's fucking guts and takes every possible opportunity to dunk on him. it's so good it's so fuckin good man. johnny knoxville is like a blorbo-in-law. to Me.

[damn-stark]

Kiss me like last night

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Requests by @alternateverse2021 “Can you do a JJ x reader where the reader and jj have been friends forever and they get too drunk at a party and have sex. And then the next morning you run away from him cause you don't want to ruin the friendship but he tells you he's always loved you? Can you make it smutty and fluffy please? :)” & @lmaoidekanmore6 “jj maybanks x reader smut, but they are just best friends?”

A/N- I’m no expert so please don’t come for me. This is my second time writing smut, so please be patient :) also they’re aged up cause I don’t feel comfortable writing smut for their canon age. So JJ is older in this.

Warning- mentions of alcohol and drug consumption SMUT!! NFSW, slight mentions of fingering, swearing, fluff, angst (slightly)

————

The moment you walk into your room, the first thing you hear is the insane amounts of buzzing coming from your phone. It stopped for a second, but the vibration on the wooden end table sounded again a second later. The urgency should've made you run to your phone to answer it, but you let it vibrate.

And it’s not like it was to piss the person on the other end off, or because you were intentionally ignoring it, you just liked watching the phone dance off the table. You answered it eventually, but only after it had landed on the carpet.

And as predicted, the other person on the other end was JJ.

“Hello?” You answered in a sing-song voice, and with a smirk on your lips, hearing an irritated scoff on the other end.

“Where have you been? Was your phone dead or something?”

You shrug and fall back on your mattress. “Or something. Why?”

“I’m outside your window.” He answered right away, causing you to pick yourself off your bed to run towards your window, seeing him standing away from the light so your parents wouldn’t catch sight of him outside. “Come out. We’re going to a party.” He continued through the phone.

You open the window and smile brightly, continuing to talk through the phone even if he could hear your voice from where he stood. “A party? Who’s party?”

“Nina Osborns party.” JJ shared. “You know the kook turned Pogue?”

You furrow your eyebrows and look at him lost. “Nina, really? I’m surprised.”

“Yeah, same here, but hey it’s freeze booze.” JJ grins. “And well I heard that she wants people to like her. That’s why she’s throwing the party.”

You sit on the windowsill and stay quiet as you think of his offer. He’d come all this way to pick you up, he risked his life sneaking behind your parents back to personally come see you instead of persisting through the phone. This would also be another excuse to spend more time with him, something you did crave, but was a party really the best way? Music would be booming in your ears, enabling either of you from hearing one another clearly. Depending on the people and the vibe of the night, then maybe you’d be separated, so was this the right excuse to spend more time with him?

You could always say how you feel and ask him out, that’d be better instead of having to find an excuse to hangout with him without making it suspicious. But you couldn’t risk that. So no, you were going to stick with the lame excuses for now.

“Okay,” you finally answer him whilst you tilt your head to look at him down in your yard. “Fine. I’ll go.” You glance at your door and sigh. “Just wait a couple minutes. My parents are ten minutes from lights out. We can go out after that.”

You hear JJ sigh deeply, but not hesitate to agree. “Fine. Fine, only because you asked.” He stays quiet after and just as you’re going to end the call he stays connected and speaks up. “So how’s your day been? You didn’t come over to John B’s place. I missed ya.” He smirks and through the darkness you see his eyes give off a bright gleam. “I needed my bit of peace amongst the chaos.”

The corner of your lips tug to a flustered smile, while you feel your heart flutter, and your face burn at his comment. You hide it well, thanks to where you sat, but you knew that he knew how those comments made you feel. “You had Kiara and Sarah.” You counter as you look away to hide your smile.

“Please.” He scoffs. “They’re just as crazy as us now. I needed you.”

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek and just shake your head to dismiss his comment, peeking once again at your door, and this time noticing the darkened hall—“okay,” you breathe out and change the subject. “It’s time. Lemme just put my shoes on.” You smirk and pull the phone away from your ear. “Bye JJ.” You stick your hand out so he could watch you end the call before you quietly went off to do as you said. It didn’t take you long after that to reappear at your window, and climb out of it and land on the grass beside JJ.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a cheeky smile. “It’s been a long time since I last saw you.”

“Too long.” You play along, mirroring his smile, and holding his gaze for a lingering minute before you both decide to finally sneak out to the party.

——

The exact moment you open the car door, you’re welcomed by loud booming music that is playing by the beach. Whatever noise you could hear came from your group of friends all standing by the car just inches away, everything else; laughter, screaming, other conversation were drowned out by the music. It almost felt like you could feel the vibrations of the song on the ground as you stayed still and studied the bizarrely decorated place.

“I thought we were at a house party?” Pope muses, his eyes, like yours slowly taking in the fairy lights that were strung around the palm trees that lined up down the path way, your eyes then shifted to the balloon archway outside the open front door. “This looks like we were walking into some school dance. It makes me feel undressed.” Pope finishes as he looks down at his tank, shorts and flip flops.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “let’s wait til we get to the inside.”

With that being said, your friends, and you walk down the delicately placed stone path and step inside, seeing that the inside and the backyard had a clear and wide path to the beach, that was basked in a bright, pink, purple, blue and red hue that slowly alternated every few minutes. People you knew, and others you didn’t have a clue who they were, were spread around every inch of the house, some danced to music, others just drank and did other recreational drugs, some just chilled around, while others played drinking games and or hung out by the beach.

Overall the party looked over the top, and it made you regret coming to such a big party.

“Here, drinks. Have fun!” A girl shouted over the music, when you shifted your eyes towards her, you saw the beers on a tray and her glitter shining around her eyes, whilst her smile beamed at JJ specifically. It was a detail you couldn’t miss, or really get jealous at, JJ was a cute guy, your best friend, and someone you haven’t shared your true feelings with over the fear you'd lose your years of friendship.

“Will do!” John B exclaimed as he took the drinks and passed them out to each one of you. “Thanks!” He then met at all of your gazes, opened his beer with all of you and slightly raised his beer. “Let’s party.” He said with a feigned smile.

After that uncheerful toast you all spread about the party, it wasn’t something you truly enjoyed, in fact it was very lonely since the only people you talked to solely consisted of the people in your friend group. It was sad, and Jj said that you needed to be more friendly, but you liked your friends, you got along with them, why did you need more?

But now you couldn’t help but think that he might’ve been right, as you stood all alone in some secluded corner with a red cup in your hand now—and it seemed that you weren’t the only one in need of a friend because as you parted from the corner, and strode around the house in search for anyone, Kiara walked past you, missing you because of the person that walked between you both before you walked into the kitchen. Neither of you saw one another so you kept walking in search of anyone, and when you walked into the backyard you did spot someone, but Pope was lost in a conversation with the girl who had served your drinks.

Here you thought she was into JJ. Hmm.

Nonetheless you part away from your spot and turn back around, swerving past moving bodies and passing the kitchen to enter the living room, seeing the couch’s empty and the dance area with none of your friends on it—“shit.” You breathe, before setting a path towards the dark empty hall, luckily in that exact moment you stepped into the hall, you ran into JJ.

“Y/N, I've been looking all over this damn house for you!”

“What?” You remark. “I’ve been looking for you. I’ve been looking for anyone really.” Your eyes fall on his drink before they flicker back up to meet his gaze. “You drunk?”

JJ shakes his head. “No, but now that I found you, let’s get something to drink?”

Your lips pull into a smile and you walk with him in hand, walking back under the flashing lights that drowned the entire house in its hue. As you walk into the kitchen, JJ takes your cup from your hand and replaces it with a beer can that causes a smirk to grow on his lips.

“Shotgun?! Whoever finishes it first…” he pauses and his eyes blink to the living room. “…gets to decide what to do next?” His eyes fall back on yours before for a split second they fall on your lips, remaining there for a lingering moment until you parted your lips to speak.

“Okay, fine!” You agree and lift your can, “but just know I won’t take it easy because you’re my friend.” You smirk and grab a nearby knife, while JJ grabs his keys to stab holes through your cans. With not a moment to spare, or a beer to continue spilling, you both raise the openings to your lips and begin gulping it down, shooting cocky smirks at one another as you hold each other’s gazes the entire time. As if playing a second competition of who would break first.

It’s not until a couple minutes later where you reach the end and beat him, throwing the can down and licking away the beer that remained from your lips, whilst a sloppy grin tugged on your face. “Ahah! I win!”

JJ sets his can down a second later and shakes his head. “You cheated.”

“How?” You question innocently. “I won fair and square.” You grab his arm and point to the dancing area. “Now you owe me a dance.”

JJ glances to the area for a brief second, exhaling deeply before giving in and letting you drag him over.

Perhaps it was the fact that you felt buzzed now with the couple of drinks you’ve had throughout the night, but dancing felt sensational. The lights that shone above seemed to flash slower, time seemed to slow down as well. The both of you were hesitant at first, careful not to dance too close, but then as the beat of the music picked up, so did your confidence, letting you forget what boundaries you both had over one another. Forgetting that you were strictly friends at the time being.

You were so close that you could smell the alcohol on his breath, feel its warmth unfurl over your nose as he pulled you closer to his body. The beat after a while drowned out, and the people around you ceased to exist as it felt like it was just the two of you in the room. You swore JJ could feel how fast your heart was racing inside your chest as you couldn't help but focus on his lips inches from you, tempting you to close the gap and feel how warm and euphoric the feeling of his lips were on yours, at the feeling of his hands on your hips moving you along to the sound of the beat.

Desperation in him seemed to kick in, or maybe it was the alcohol, but he couldn’t seem to hold back like you could. He dropped his gaze from yours and glanced down at your lips, moving just a bit and grazing his lips against yours, making you go rigid.

Albeit JJ then froze and parted his lips, sliding his hands up to your cheeks and staying as he was. He didn’t move, or speak, he glanced at you but that was all. Perhaps he was waiting for you to kiss him first. But you too were unable to completely close the gap. You were just left feeling the beat of your heart in your chest, and the feeling of your stomach knotting whilst another sensation began to buzz further down below.

You swallowed thickly and met his gaze, parting your lips to whisper his name against his lips.

JJ just held your gaze for a second longer before he spoke up. “Let’s do another shot gun?”

JJ parts away and you're left with your jaw dropped, filled with regret, and frustration beginning to replace every other feeling.

You should’ve just kissed him instead.

Nevertheless you answer. “Okay.”

JJ takes your hand and returns you to the kitchen, repeating the same process as before, but this time with more tension brewing between you two, and lacking the cockiness from before. Unlike last time though, JJ ends up winning, finishing with a cheeky grin on his face and more alcohol in both your systems.

“Okay.” You sigh with a smile. “What now?”

JJ leans in and whispers. “Let's go to my house.”

You blink in disbelief and stay unmoving and speechless for a moment.

That was before the alcohol answered what you had a hard time expressing. “Yeah, alright!”

JJ grins and then takes your hand once again.

——

“We have the house to ourselves.” JJ shared in an almost upset tone, a sort of bitterness lacing in his voice as he stepped in his house and turned on the lights to reveal a lonely house. “Beer?” He asked once he looked at you over his shoulder.

You shake your head and he answers with a quiet “okay”, before he makes a beeline towards a cooler to pull out another beer. After that he walks to sit on his couch with his legs spread open and his arm lazily splayed over the top of the couch. His eyes look up to you standing up in the living room, and he moves his hand to pat the empty spot beside him. “Want to stay with me?” He tugged his lips to a half smile and appeared to be casual over his request, but you saw the vulnerability in his blue eyes. He needed you to stay with him.

“Fine,” you sigh with a smile, whilst you walk towards the couch. “But I need to be home early.”

You sit close beside JJ, feeling his knee brush against yours, and his arm spread out wider so it could be around your shoulders. “Promise. I’ll have you home before breakfast.” He smirks and tilts his head to the side to meet your eyes. “Maybe.”

The corner of your lips tug to an amused grin, but you end up shaking your head in disapproval to his comment. Not like he cared because he just laughed it off in a breathless manner before a silence washed over the living room, where all you could feel was the beat of your heart hit your chest, where you felt the tension that had heightened exponentially now. Feeling JJ’s fingers caress your exposed shoulder wasn't making it easier for you to push away the tingling you felt in your body.

“So,” JJ startled you, “are you drunk?” He met your gaze again and you could see that vulnerability was gone now, the sadness that had flickered in his eyes before was gone and replaced by something else, a certain fire fueled by desire.

The tension he causes makes you shift and answer almost unsurely. “Yes.” You lie. “You?”

“Same here. Those shotguns we took got me.” He lies too. Perhaps the both of you were buzzed, but not drunk that you couldn’t make coherent decisions, you both knew what you were saying, and what you were doing.

Regardless you acted as if you didn’t. It let you both finally act on the desire so clearly burning in the both of you. Because after all that’s why he brought you, and why you accepted to stay.

It was slow starting, neither of you knew exactly what to do…mostly out of the fear that crept in the back of your heads—but you pushed that fear aside, miraculously so, and instead focused on the warmth of JJ’s fingers as they slowly slid to the back of your neck to caress that part of your skin. He then slowly moved his fingers to caress your jaw with his thumb and you let him, you eased into his touch and scooted closer to him, seeing him put his beer still full to the brim, down on the floor.

After he pulled his hand back he shifted closer to you, to the point the side of your thighs were pressed against each other’s. You sat in silence, but right now the feeling of his touch was enough to fill that silence; not like you wanted to say anything, right now there was a tension you couldn’t break with the sounds of your voices, itd break the building momentum, the moment you both have been dreaming of for a while now. So you relished in the silence for now and let him touch you even if it left you craving for more.

You basked in the feeling of his other hand cupping your cheek, and his hand trailing down so his thumb could slide up the corner of your lips, staying there for a moment until he went on and broke the chance for either of you to pull away and pass it off as nothing happened, by swiping the pad of his thumb over your lips, stopping and gently parting your lips with his thumb; he didn’t push it in deeper, your body shuddered, expecting more, but he instead pulled his thumb out and turned his head to see the impatience expressed on your face.

Not like JJ cared, he shot you a cheeky smile and leaned in close, to the point his breath was fanning over your nose. You proceeded to move your hand to the back of his hand, caressing his skin for a short moment before you slid your hand to tangle your fingers in his hair, and push his head closer to you, so his lips could now graze yours. He grins and glances at your parted lips, letting you wait for that feeling of his lips finally crashing on yours after years of dreaming of it.

You however, couldn't wait a moment longer, you cradled his jaw and whispered against his lips, “kiss me.”

JJ’s eyes moved to your eyes before dropping back to your lips to finally close the gap, filling the void you had ached for, for so long. Maybe it was the slight alcohol in your system, but the kiss was euphoric, it was gentle, warm, wet and amazing. He didn’t lose the friction, he deepened the kiss, cupping your cheeks and pulling you closer as much as he possibly could. You tugged on his hair and swept your tongue over his bottom lip, feeling it part open so you could glide your tongue over his, hearing him hum softly before he slid his hands slowly down to your hips.

He then continues to pull away, smirking and pressing a peck on your lips as he moves one hand to hook it under your knee, and lead your leg over his lap. Something that causes you to slide yourself on his body so you could straddle his hips, and look down at him with a soft smile, feeling his bulge press against your throbbing pussy that was still covered by the material of your shorts. Something he took advantage of and continued to mess with you.

“I think you look beautiful,” he whispers happily, moving his hand back to your hip and tightening his grip so he could begin rocking your hips for you. Just driving you closer to an edge, and making you frustrated. “Like all the time.”

“I think you’re beautiful.” You remark smugly, tilting your head slightly and leaning in to kiss his lips, and leave a trail of wet kisses all the way down to his throat. Causing JJ to loll his head back and make his movements falter as you continued to suck on his skin ever so gently. He lets out a groan and you pull away to show off your content smile. Only making JJ press his bulge closer to your needing pussy; wanting more than just this dry grinding movement that began to get your shorts damp.

“JJ,” you say, sounding more like an unintended moan. “Please…just let me fuck you.”

“Say it again,” he keeps torturing you, “and then we can move on.”

You move his head so he could meet your gaze, and see you shake your head. “No.” You knew what he wanted you to say, you felt his hips stutter the moment his name came out of your lips, but you needed him and couldn’t give in yet. “I want you first.”

“Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck.” He lifts you and lets you hover his hips, so he could pull down his shorts and boxers, revealing his deliciously thick, smooth and hard shaft with a coy grin on his pink lips.

You want to look him in the eyes, but you’re caught mesmerized by the size of him. It has your lips parting and your mouth watering, as you craved and daydreamed of his length inside your mouth. “JJ,” you say breathlessly, blinking and then looking up at him again with your pupils blown out. “Can I—”

“You want me,” he reminds you, “you can’t have it all. Sorry.” He teases you, moving his hands so he could unbutton your shorts with his fingers, and let you wiggle out of them and be left in only your panties. Something he was slow to tug down, pulling you closer so he could press a trail of sweet kisses down your body while he removed your panties, until they weren’t longer a problem. Stopping his gestures just where you wanted him most. “Fuck,” he licks his lips you’re so wet.” He pulls you back down so you're straddled on him again, this time feeling a tighter tension knot in your stomach.

“What do you want?” You murmur, placing a fleeting kiss on his lips and beginning to slowly grind on his length. He grunts and digs his nail into your skin, lolling his head back and shutting his eyes as the feelings of pleasure overcame and filled him with a drive to finish inside you already, to feel you tighten around his throbbing length and fill his entire being in this euphoric sensation.

You tug on his hair and move your lips to his ear to moan softly against his ear. “JJ..” you wanted him inside you, but you didn’t want to give him that pleasure until he said so. You were just playing at his teasing game. “JJ.” You pick up on the speed against his length, wanting him to give in, but he’s stubborn and just moans out your name, sounding so deliciously sweet.

JJ relishes in the feeling of your bodies pressed against each other, he takes in this moment in fear it could be the last. He takes in how wet you made his dick as you kept grinding on his length, bringing him closer to release with each fluid movement. He knew you were getting frustrated, but that only made things more fun. He tilted his forward, opening his eyes and engraving this moment in his brain before he pulled you in for a passionate kiss that made you stop.

You moaned into his mouth, and that just made his cock twitch. He pulled away from the kiss and let his eyes linger on you, and let an admiring smile tug on his lips.

“What?” You queire.

JJ shakes his head. “Nothing. Just…” he breathes out, hiding what he meant and saying what you’ve needed to hear. “I want you.”

You grin and kiss once before you lift yourself, dropping your gaze on his hand wrapping around his length and stroking it slowly. He stole a glance from you before he stroked himself again, making your breath stutter and your tongue swipe over your lip.

“You sure about this?” JJ asked, pulling your eyes from his hand stroking his cock and meeting his gaze.

Without hesitation, you nod, “yeah. I am. You?”

“Of course,” he grins before he places a hand on your hip and slowly pulls you down, feeling the head of his cock push apart your folds, feeling your breath catch in your throat as he continues to sink his length into your tight walls that stretch out to fit him inside you perfectly.

“F—” he moaned out, stopping as his breath caught in your throat as well.

“Please,” you breathe out, “JJ.”

Said man stays still once you’re sat on top of him, and his fingernails dig deeper into your skin, marking your skin with little crescent moons. The moment he felt how much wetter you felt, how hot, and tight you were, how you took him in perfectly right, he had to stop or else he’d finish before you could even feel that pleasure of doing so. He couldn’t even kiss you, he could only grab onto you with both hands—“Just,” he stammers, “wait.”

You lean in to kiss him, but he tilts his head away, just making you laugh softly.

Albeit that triggers him and without warning he begins to rock your hips back and forth slowly, causing your laugh to drop instantly and your jaw to drop after you let out a soft gasp. He picks up on the friction, rocking your hips at a faster speed against his throbbing length. Even if you were on top he was the one moving you. He made your back arch and your moans come out breathless as he just moved you faster against him.

“Fuck,” you moan, moving your hands to ball the material of the couch in your fist. He was driving you crazy, keeping on a fast pace that made him moan and groan. “JJ…please. Please.” You beg him, hearing him chuckle and stop, making you suddenly groan in protest.

“Are you sure?” He pants.

You meet his gaze and nod, moving in to press a kiss on his lips, keeping like that for a minute until he dragged you up so he could thrust into you, once, twice and a third time. His thrusts were gentle and fast, the feeling of his cock pressed in on this mind numbing feeling, that made your toe curl, made you pant sharply and shake.

JJ kept moaning against your open mouth, picking up the speed of his thrust and holding back from releasing. He and you enjoyed the wet, squelching sounds you made when your flesh slapped together. He grunted and could hardly hold back, but he forced himself, pulling himself all the way back and pushing all way forward to pound into you rougher each time. Through his high, he moved one hand down and stroked his fingers over your bundle of nerves, and sent you over the edge.

You felt the fire spread all over your body, clenching your walls around his length and releasing a loud cry as you were washed over by this incredible feeling that makes you burst out, hot wet cum all over his dick. JJ grins, but doesn’t stop, he keeps thrusting through your high, rough and fast. He praised you, panting afterward and shuddering as he felt you begin to grind against his thrusts.

JJ moaned out your name and faltered as he couldn’t take anymore of the friction and hold back, he rocked

into you one last time, hard and balls deep before he stiffened and couldn’t pull out in time before he came fast and loud, making you feel that pleasure rip you apart again.

“JJ,” you whisper, lifting yourself off him to slide off his body and fall limp on the couch. “That was…great.” You close your eyes and pant, feeling a heaviness now that threatened to drive you to sleep.

“Yeah,” JJ murmured as he dropped his head on your chest and lay on top of you in silence for a couple of minutes, before just like you he was overcome with a sudden exhaustion, that took him out just seconds before it took you.

——

“Mhmm.”

Your eyes flutter open, and the first thing you ever feel as you wake up is this sudden soreness that takes complete control of your body. You ignored the feeling and focused on the snoring that sounded from the boy on the floor.

That’s when regret hit. After you came to your senses and remembered last night.

Not because you didn’t like JJ in that way, because you did, you loved him, but this is not how you wanted it to go. You were just overcome with desire and pumped with confidence. Now all that washed away and you just couldn’t stay to wait for him to wake up.

You couldn’t.

——

“Shit.” You whisper, watching your phone's screen light up again as JJ’s call came for the tenth time today. It’s been going on all day, constantly him trying to get a hold of you after you ran off on him.

“Just answer him,” Kiara remarked as she, and Sarah also watched your phone vibrate on the carpeted floor.

“Unless you regret last night…” Sarah inquiries as she lifts her head to look at you, waiting for you to meet her gaze as she continues.

“Which would then lead me to tell you, I told you so. No Pogue on Pogue macking. Number one rule.” Kiara finished for her.

You drop your face on the mattress and groan dramatically. “I don’t...” You pause and shift your head to peek an eye out to meet Kiaras intense glare. “I don’t regret last night, it’s just we’re…”

“Friends?” Kiara interjected for you, a quizzical eyebrow raised. “Yeah. Exactly. So either answer him and tell him that what you did last night was nothing, or tell him how you feel. We’re friends, a group, we can’t be fighting amongst ourselves.”

“You’re right,” you sigh and hide your face on the mattress, noticing now that the phone had gone definitively silent. “I’ll…” you pause and swallow thickly, feeling your face burn, and your heart race at the slightest thought of what you were going to confess. “Confess….Maybe.”

Sarah groans and Kiara rolls her eyes. She parts her lips to argue, but before she could express what she wanted to say, the sound of something small suddenly smacking your wall cuts her off, causing you both to jump and snap your heads towards the direction of what had hit the wall. “What the hell,” you mutter while you both sit up and then notice a small rock had been the suspect. They meet your gaze before you three climb off your bed and walk towards the open window, peeking your heads out and seeing JJ in your yard, searching for another rock.

“What the hell is your problem?!” Sarah spats out, “the windows open! You could’ve hit one of us!”

JJ looks up and his eyes slightly widen as he notices what had been pointed out. “Oh, shit. Sorry, I didn’t know. I thought it was closed!

Your eyebrows knot together and you lean forward. “Why didn’t you just knock on the front door? Like a normal person?”

“Because you wouldn't answer your phone!” He counters. “I didn’t think you’d answer me there either. Plus your parents don’t like me.” He shrugs. “Thought this was better.” He steps forward and scratches the back of his head as his eyes falter. “Now can we talk? Or are you going to keep ignoring me?”

Your eyes linger on each other for a long moment as you encourage yourself to go on with your plan, to look past the rule and finally give into your feelings. You could see that JJ was getting impatient in his wait, and he was getting angsty to hear your response. He was going to press you for an answer, but as soon as he took another step forward, you finally relieved his brewing angst. “Let’s talk.” You blink and look at Kiara and Sarah. “I’ll be back.”

Kiara nods and steps back to offer you a knowing smirk. That’s all she needed to do to finally give you that last boost to finally do what you set yourself to do. Yes there might’ve been some hesitation still plaguing the depths of your brain, but you didn’t let it take over completely, you climbed out your window and hopped onto the patch of grass beside JJ and followed him further into your backyard to be out of earshot from curious friends.

“Why have you been ignoring me all day?” JJ went straight to it. “Was last night that bad that you can’t answer a text, or a call?” He sighs and stops under a big tree that had lights hanging from the branches. “I mean if you want to forget what happened last night then that’s cool, tell me that. But,” he licks his lips and turns around to meet your gaze. “Just know that I don’t want to forget last night. I don’t want to act like nothing happened, or like I didn’t enjoy it. Because I did, I fucking loved it. I fucking love you.” He points to you.

Your jaw drops open and your eyes soften at the sound of his confession. You could feel your lips twitch to try and smile, but with your disbelief, all you express is a soft inhale.

“Sorry,” JJ continues, “I didn’t mean to say it like that.” The corner of his lips tug slightly, and by the soft lights hanging overheard you notice his eyes seem to give off a brighter gleam; an admirable one. “I love you. And you know what? I have for years now. And it sucks that I have to confess this after we had sex because it sort of makes me sound like a douche, but I do love you.”

“JJ,” you stammer out, wide eyed and still bewildered. “I love you.” Your smile widens and you take a step towards him. “I do. It’s sort of taken me a while to admit that to you, and myself because of the rule, but I do. And now that I’m saying it I don’t know why I was so scared to say it before.”

“Because we're best friends?” JJ suggests. “And you thought I didn’t feel the same way?” His eyes flicker down briefly and his grin widens. “Because I sure did think that.” His eyes meet yours and he shoots you a charming smile.

You smile softly before it slowly fades away and you’re speaking in a much quieter voice. “I’m sorry I ignored you all day. I was being stupid.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he assures you. “It’s all good now.”

“I love you.” You tell him again. This time with a wide grin on your face.

“I love you too.” JJ says whilst he cups your cheeks.

You wrap your arms around his neck and just like last night, you lean in and whisper softly against his lips. “Kiss me.”

JJ scoffs lightheartedly, and shakes his head. “You didn’t even have to ask.”

[cyborg-franky]

Hey Franky how are you today????

I wanted to ask you who do you think is a green flag to have a crush on, who is a red flag and why, with all the characters you want (could you include Zoro, Sabo, Ace and Mihawk?)

Thank you so much and have a great day/night!!!

I have headcanons like this kinda here I have the 'disadvantages' and 'advantages' of dating OP Chars but I am willing to something like this too!

Ace: GREEN and RED Why? If you know how to handle the temper, baggage, and self-esteem issues he’s a green. If you want something simple and trouble-free then baby, he ain’t that. He will be asking you if you’re mad at him 12 times a day and will fistfight a wasp on a whim. He’ll also throw hands at himself on a regular basis.

Marco: GREEN he’s very laid back and if you managed to piss him off, you are probably a red flag.

Thatch: GREEN just look at that wholesome loaf.

Izou: RED he will destroy you if you even make a cup ring on his oak table.

Sabo: You might think with that smile he’s a GREEN but oh my God, he’s a RED and if you piss him off you better run or know someone way more unhinged than him. Also, his wardrobe, I could give him a pass if he didn’t look like a Victorian mass murderer.

Luffy: RED Nothing wrong with him, just if you can’t keep up with him you are going to be tired and want to strangle him with himself. If you can’t handle being around children, don’t pursue him.

Sanji: RED oh man, he’s so problematic all wrapped up in a cute suit and doofy heart eyes. He’ll more than likely make you cry.

Zoro: RED unless he can drink you, fight you, nap on you. The only way he’ll hold you is if your sword-shaped.

Usopp: GREEN but he is a lair, coax that out of him and he’s perfect.

Robin: GREEN, not my cup of tea but she’s a queen.

Franky: GREEN he's not wearing enough to be hiding something from you.

Chopper: If YOU are considering Chopper then you’re the RED flag.

Jinbei: Green <3 perfect

Brook: RED it’s like when you think ‘awww I want a turtle as a pet, so cute’ and then the fucker outlives you but on top of that wants to see your panties.

Nami: RED like the card machine when declined comes up after you let Nami use your card to shop with.

Roger: RED he is the human equivalent to people TyPiNg LiKE tHiS UnIrOniCalLy

Rayleigh: RED he’s like a cat, you’ll feed him, love him, pet him and he’ll fuck off for months on end, make you worry, but he’s curled up in some old ladies house because she got the better snacks.

Buggy: RED – BECAUSE IF CAPS LOCKS WAS A PERSON.

Shanks:  His hair isn’t the only thing that’s RED. The one good thing about him is his baggage is in lost and found somewhere.

Mihawk: RED like the wine that you spilt on his carpet that one time and now he has a hit out on your ass.

Doffy: -ME WAVING THOSE BIG RED FLAGS THAT LAND AIRCRAFT-

Crocodile: RED his left shoe costs more than your entire life and he will step on you.

Law: RED his troubles are as long as the grandline and just as easy to read as the poneglyphs.

Kid: his GREEN flag is Killer. If they come as a package, I might let him slide.

Killer: GREEN because honestly, with the captain he has it’s obvious the man has the patience of a saint.

Corazon: GREEN flag you might think it’s a red flag from afar, but I assure you that’s just the fire.

[punching-obsession]

So what is the meeting greet with a younger fan probably younger than Little Mac maybe being 14 like being absolutely adored by the boxers and basically all of them fighting for your attention because they're just a sweetheart bonus points if you want to add your OCS

These can be headcanons or a fanfic whatever you want

I’ll add one oc of mine and these will be headcannons also I didn’t add king hippo since idk it just feel weird to write him as a yandere but I’ll add him if you want! And the oc will be one just for this blog,I’ll talk more about them later!(Its an fan made circuit I made for this oc and their group) also if I forgot anyone tell me!

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy relationship, abusive relationship, unhealthy behavior, abusive behavior, Threatening,THIS IS ALL FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES I DO NOT SUPPORT ANYTHING IN HERE!

Glass joe!

•He adores you as he is often ridiculed by others to the amount of times he’s lost

•you being at his fights motivates him to do better even tho he still fails you were cheering him on

•be expected to have tickets already ready for his next match for you

•Everyone thinks your his kid but you aren’t and why they think that if because of how often you are with him and how parental he acts

•He gets jealous when he finds out the other boxers have your attention

Von Kaiser!

•He finds it cute how you are at every show he fights

•will ruffle your hair and say something in German like ‘Thank you for all the support tiny one’

•Yes he call you mother fucking Tiny one

•Be ready to train with him if your parent lets him,he’ll go easy on you

•Worried how you even get money for his matches because your 14 and can’t have a job yet(From where I am you have to be 16 so yeah)

•He’s so passive aggressive to Joe whenever he’s near you because he needs to understand your HIS kid

•Gets so fucking pissed when he finds out you go to other boxers matches

DISCO KID!

•He finds you adorable and cute for how much you cheer him on

•SO MUCH DANCE LESSONS

•He’ll hold you on his shoulders randomly

•Becomes your babysitter because your parents trust him for some reason!

•Just throws shade at Joe and Von whenever he can

•HES JEALOUS AND PISSED OFF THE OTHER BOXERS GOT YOUR ATTENTION (Even tho he has most because he’s your babysitter and is with you at all Matches)

MAJOR CIRCUIT

Piston hondo!

•he finds you quite Interesting because he sees you at every match he does but also cute

•So much hair ruffles

•He’ll teach you to speak Japanese so you can understand him

•Threatening the other three boxers whenever you aren’t paying attention

•Be ready for everyone to think your his sister/brother/sibling because of how you act around each other

•He gets possessive after he finds out you give other boxers your attention

Bear hugger!

•He thinks your cute and dedicated he likes that!

•So much maple syrup from him,YOUR PARENTS DONT KNOW WHERE TO PUT THEM!

•He introduces you to the animals who trained him

•He made you a replica of his beanie that came with A FUCKING RACOON! :)

•He also throws passive aggressive stuff at the other boxers because why the hell are they taking your attention!?

•Be ready for this fucker to ‘accidentally’ throw his gloves at the other boxers when he finds out you give them attention

Great tiger!

•THIS COCKY ASSHOLE(who’s my favorite) SEES YOU AS A 4 YEAR OLD KNOWING DAMN WELL YOUR 14 YEARS OLD!!!

•jokingly teases you

•Will mess up your hair on purpose

•No one knows who your related to now because everyone sees how each boxer acts with you

•Will let you sit on his flying carpet while he makes sure you don’t FUCKING die

•Will almost start fights with the other boxer for attention

•HES PISSED WHEN OTJER BOXERS GET YOUR ATTENTION!

Don flamenco!

•He’s somehow the most calmest boxer out of all these fuckers

•People refuses to believe that you aren’t his child because he’s basically your new dad

•Carmen loves you as well she sees you as her child

•Carmen taught you to make flower crowns and when you made one you put it on Don’s hair,he still has it

•the boxer have to deal with him having the anger of a dad and he has almost fought them

•Gets jealous whenever some other boxer

WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS

Aran Ryan!

•SO MUCH CHAOS!!

•Fucker he’s stealing you every time he sees you and is done with his matches

•He’s teaching you how to cheat even tho he shouldn’t be doing that and he know it

•he gives you anything that has seven stuff or has the number seven because ya know,lucky number seven

•He has to be held back around the boxers because he’ll try and kill them!!

•gets so anger and jealous others get your attention!

Soda popinski!

•He gives you soda but not much because he cares about your health :]

•will put you on his shoulders and walk around as if he hadn’t just stolen you from your babysitter lol

•He thinks you like a kitten or a fragile doll so he treats you like your break any moment

•He’s smashed his bottles on the other boxers head whenever he gets jealous at them

•Teaches you Russian

•Be prepared for some anger Russian cussing whenever you give others attention

Bald bull!

•He’s always calm around you

•he’ll call you ‘tiny bull’ only

•Hates your babysitter so much

•He’ll fight anyone who steal your attention from him because he does that like all boxer do

•At this point you know the drill he’s jealous the other boxers get your attention

Super macho man!(kinda hate this man ngl)

•He’ll let you hang off his arm and swing on it when your bored

•So much pictures with him to the point you may need glasses like me

•will let you wear his glasses if your eyes hurt from taking pictures

•Hes that cool uncle no one likes except the kids do

•Will buy you stuff like a shit ton

•Hes fighting with the other boxers to not notice your giving your attention to someone else

MR SAND MAN!

•He carry’s you on his shoulder

•your mostly with him when the boxer are fighting

•He acts like that chil step dad

•Checks up on you whenever he can to make sure you aren’t overwhelmed

•He has to stop the fights with the boxers!

THE CIRCUS!(Btw it’s just 2 oc’s even tho the circus is hella big)

Ring master!

•Ring master finds you cute

•Often times ring master will dress you up like a mini her and do you makeup (if you want any ofc) like Hera

•Everyone calls you ‘Mini ring’ as a nickname because of the ring master

•She’s the mom figure because she’ll help you with homework often

•The circus isn’t really like by a few boxers so when they find out you are hanging with ALL the circus they get pissed

•She doesn’t care about the other boxers and honestly doesn’t even try and fight them she tries to be nice for your sake!

Swan Diver

•oh she just finds you so adorable

•Be ready for her to swoop you up into the air because she’s one of the acrobatics

•Will dress you up as a mini her but make adjustments for your comfort

•She’s also one of your baby sitters because your parents love how she acts

•She’s that sister who’s alway happy and loves you but will tease the hell out of you!

•Will cuss out the other boxers in her native language

•She calls you ‘duckling’

[gaysimpsstuff]

can you write a drabble of s/o age regressing after a scary situation and maybe hawks or dabi (whatever you feel) hugging them and just general fluff and comfort? I totally understand if you don't wanna write this so no pressure!!

Yeppers! As someone who experiences something similar to age regression/ little space, this will be based on my own experiences

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Type: headcanons/drabble

Warnings: Age regression/little space, crying, Manga spoilers for Dabi's backstory, reader being adorable

Other: I'm not %100 sure if I'd call my experience 'little space,' it's something that only showed up in the past year or so. Also, I usually only go into 'little space' when I'm very happy or comfortable or I'm doing something childish, and even after talking to people who actually age regress, I'm not sure what to call my experience.

Fluff Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

Touya Todoroki/Dabi-

I feel like he doesn't understand it at first; like mans has never even heard of people who age regress until he met you.

When you first mentioned it to him, he was so confused.

"Okay so- hang on what?"

The first time you actually do it in front of him he literally has no idea what to do, he's so confused and probably more scared than you are.

He has the best intentions, but he did lock you in a room and call Toga for advice when you started to cry.

When you got big again, you were pissed.

And reasonably so.

It took a while, but he eventually got used to your little space and figured out what to do when you did this.

There was a point where he tried to deny how cute he thought it was- you acting like a child and doing childlike things.

He uses it as an opportunity to atone for the things he did as a child to his younger siblings, and as a way to feel like he can actually take care of something.

"Y/n, I'm back!" The door swung shut behind him as he stepped into your apartment, looking around, he couldn't see you. The whole place was a mess, books torn off their shelves and even some broken dishes in the kitchen.

Dabi frowned, he'd seen your apartment like this a couple of times before, usually what happens when you absolutely can't take it anymore.

He peeked inside your room, finding you sprawled on top of the sheets with your clothes still on, fast asleep.

He wished you'd called him, he knew he told you he was on a mission and not to bother him but if you had called he would've dropped anything and everything to appear by your side to comfort you throughout whatever caused this. He crept into your bedroom quietly, pulling the blankets you had kicked onto the ground up and over your body, turning the lights off.

He sighed, grabbing the broom and sweeping up the glass from the broken plate, and throwing it away. He put everything back in its place, even vacuuming the carpet so it was nice and soft when you woke up.

He was just finishing wiping down the counters when he heard you coming out of the bedroom. He turned his head to see you waddling towards him, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

"Touya?" you murmured, looking up at him "What are you doing here?"

"I live here too, y'know, it's only natural I come here in my free time," he explained. He felt your arms wrap around him, face pressing into his back.

"Warm..." your voice was soft, and he had to stop himself from burying his face into his arms to escape from the pure ball of cuteness that was hugging him. "Wanna cuddle."

He glanced over his shoulder at you, finding you staring up at him with a pout on your face, oh yeah you were definitely in 'smol mode' as he sometimes called it.

"Wanna cuddle, hm? Sorry baby you gotta wait until I'm finished cleaning."

"Nooooooo" you whined, slowly sliding down his body until you were clutching his leg. "Want cuddles!"

"Just let me fini-"

"Do that later! Cuddles now!"

Dabi chuckled, pressing a hand to his face.

"I can't- I just can't you're too cute like this." He shook his head, laughing now. "Okay fine, I'll cuddle you ya clingy lil baby~"

"Yayyy!" you were on your feet a moment later, arms in the air, giggling "I wanna wear your coat!" you pointed at his jacket, and he chuckled again, shrugging it off his shoulders and flinging it onto your back, helping your arms into the sleeves that were just a little too big for your body.

He pressed his lips against your forehead, looking down at you, he only saw pure love and admiration staring back up at you.

He had to protect this little bundle of joy in his life, this human that made him feel so happy, he would never let anything bad happen to you. When you were big again, he'd ask you what happened, and he'd make sure you'd call him if you were ever stressed.

But he did like the adorable faces you made when you were little.

Keigo Takami/Hawks-

He's a pro hero, he's done his research; so he knows what 'little space' is before he meets you.

But I can promise the commission probably made it seem like something gross, but you're his partner, he knows you're not some horrible person, so maybe he understands age regression wrong.

So.

Many.

Questions.

Like constant questions- it almost feels like he's interrogating you, like seriously it's getting old, Keigo

But he's so precious you kind of have to answer his questions.

Like Dabi, he finds you acting little to be the most adorable thing in the world, sometimes he leaves kid's stuff around the house hoping to trigger your little space so he can hold you and play with you.

He thinks of it as practice for when the two of you have children

The one day Keigo has off, to regrow his wings, all he really wants to do it sleep. Just lay in bed, wrapped up in his blankets and just dream and nap and snore and do nothing.

But little ole you had other plans.

"Keigooooooooo!"

The blonde bird boy shot upright in bed upon hearing your distressed call. He sped down the hall into the living room, panicked, only to find you sitting on the carpet with a box of crayons next to you, a coloring book open, page half filled in.

You looked up at Keigo with wide tear-filled eyes, shakily holding up the blue crayon snapped in half. Your lower lip quivered as you whimpered.

"I-it broke!" you cried, "I'm sorry it broke, Kei!" Keigo melted on the spot, slightly annoyed that you woke him up for something so small, but also-

Holy fuck you were just the cutest thing in the world.

He hoped your only stress would forever be broken crayons.

"It's okay, Y/n, things break sometimes, you're not in trouble." he cooed, sitting down next to you and patting your head.

"But- but it broke!" you exclaimed, sniffling

"It still functions though, doesn't it?" He scooched the coloring book closer to you, and you pressed the pointed end of the crayon against the paper, coloring the smiling puppy dog's nose blue.

You lit up, a bright smile spreading across your face, you cheered, bouncing up and down and hugging Keigo.

"It still works! It still works, Kei!" he giggled, holding you close to his body and enjoying the way you laughed.

"That's right! There's nothing that can't be resolved!" He pressed a kiss to your cheek, but couldn't hold himself back from attacking your entire face with little kisses.

"Keiiii noooo that tickles!" you giggled, pushing at him gently.

"One more? Please, baby?" he pleaded, pouting a little.

"Okiii!" you sat up, pressing your lips to his, pulling back with a laugh. "Can I have a juice box?"

"Of course," Keigo's face softened, you were just too precious, too cute, to perfect.

He really did hope the only thing you'd ever worry about was the crayon.

[rere-the-writer]

Can I request poly!Mikaelsons when they find out Reader is pregnant. I loved the headcanons.

Yessssss let's go boys!

Warnings: Fluff, Soft!Mikaelsons, Protective!Mikaelsons

As much as it annoyed them, your lovers let you go on this little adventure of helping Hayley. The wolf had became your close friend after you lost the Scooby gang because they couldn't let go that you were seeing the Originals.

"I'll be careful Elijah. Hals won't let nothing happen to me." You tell your noble boyfriend who frown as Klaus rolled his eyes.

"No offense love but you are unbelievably dumb when it comes to trusting people."

"Niklaus!" Elijah said as you blinked tilting your head as Klaus raised an eyebrow.

"No.....I just like people."

"And there is nothing wrong with that baby." Elijah says softly kissing your head as Klaus smirked.

"Besides if you are harmed I'll tear the little wolf's thoat out." Klaus says as you shivered shaking your head getting peppered with goodbye kisses from Elijah. Both Rebekah and Kol gave you their own goodbye making Hayley blush watching Rebekah give you a heated kiss your face was burning as Kol chuckled kissing your cheek.

"Marking territory sister?"

"Just letting Hayley know who our bunny belongs to."

You and Hayley made it down to New Orleans looking for some leads about Hayley's birth parents and pack. You were in awe with the city as you made sure to call Elijah and Rebekah gushing to them how you were falling in love with the city and how you may not leave.

"So the witches think your pregnant with Klaus's baby?" You ask Hayley as she nodded. You and Hayley had been taken by witches as they believed that Hayley carried Klaus's child even though she was never left alone with Klaus.

"Damn it she isn't the pregnant one."

"What if the other one is." The witch named Sophie said and all the witches turned to look at you. Another witch you learned was named Sabine grabbed you pulling over to Jane Ann. They did the spell again then looked at your abdomen.

Klaus was pissed hearing that witches of New Orleans was plotting something against him so the hybrid travel down to the city which would allow him to be left alone with you. Elijah had followed to find you since you hadn't called in awhile and also to find out just what the witches were planning.

"I'm Elijah. You heard of me?" Elijah asked Sophie after saving her from vampires. After talking to the witch about her sister, Elijah was taken to the cemetery and the witches couldn't stop you from running to your vampire.

"Elijah!" You shouted throwing your arms around Elijah who growled feeling you shiver as your sundress wasn't doing much to keep you warm. Elijah took off his suit jacket placing it over your shoulders and Hayley walked out seeing Elijah and her heart fluttered with how handsome the vampire was.

Hayley met Klaus, Rebekah and Kol so it was his first time seeing Elijah and found Elijah every attractive. Hayley felt a little jealous seeing the vampire cupping your cheek seemly showering you with affection.

"Why do you have my little wife?" Elijah asked his tone having a dangerous tint to it as his eyes darken keeping you close rubbing your back. Both Hayley and the witches were surprised watching you look up at Elijah muttering something and Elijah raised an eyebrow.

"You think she is pregnant?"

"Come inside where we can talk." Sophie says Elijah followed after with you by his side. Elijah stood with his hands in his pockets as you sat with Hayley.

"My sister died proving that Y/N is pregnant with Klaus's child."

"You do realize Niklaus will slaughter you all about this little lie."

"It isn't. Listen to the heartbeat! When he woke his wolf side, it made a loop hole." Sophie told Elijah who narrowed his eyes but did as told. Elijah's breathing hitched hearing the heartbeat.

"I need to find Niklaus. Hayley make sure Y/N stays safe." Elijah said walking out as you sat feeling like crying as Elijah was hard to read and you were scared. It didn't take long for Elijah to come back with Klaus.

"Don't look sad, my Queen. I'll take care of these witches." Klaus said looking over you as Elijah was trying to stay calm as Klaus had placed a hand on your abdomen smiling softly as Hayley got to see the full fury of two of the most dangerous Mikaelsons.

"So you hold my Queen and unborn child as hostage to make me do your dirty work?" Klaus said smirking devilishly eyes darken as Elijah moved to in front of you almost guarding you from the witches.

"We want Marcel gone and you are the one to do it." Sophie said grabbing a knife as the witches were nervous as having two dangerous Originals in the same room.

"And what's stopping me and Elijah from slaughtering you all?" Klaus questioned smirking as Sophie cut her hand and you let out a ylep. Elijah was quick to pull out a handkerchief handing it to Hayley who wrapped it around your hand.

"Not only did the spell proved the pregnancy but also linked me to Y/N. So anything that happens to me happens to her." Sophie said and Elijah was quick to stop Klaus from attacking. Elijah looked at the witches his eyes dark with something they hadn't seen before.

"We'll do this but Y/N and Hayley comes with us or else I'll let my brother slaughter this coven. And Miss Deveraux, I would personally deal with you."

"O.....okay." Sophie said shivering from the fear that flooded her and the other witches. You squealed when Klaus picked you up bridal style carrying you out of the tomb with Elijah beside him telling him to be careful with you.

"So is she like dating all of you?" Hayley asked Elijah as you all headed to a plantation house that Klaus had set up.

"She is. To Niklaus, she is a Queen, to Kol a life partner while Rebekah and I affectionately call her little wife." Elijah says smiling seeing that you fell asleep in Klaus's arms.

"Oh....isn't weird?"

"No. She isn't the first, we've shared a lover before." Elijah tells Hayley opening the door for her seeing Klaus taking you upstairs. As days passed Elijah went missing making Kol and Rebekah drive down worried about Elijah and missing you.

"Kol! Rebekah!" You squealed happily hugging them both as Hayley watched.

"Nik wasn't lying." Kol muttered hearing the heart beat like Rebekah. You tried helping to find Elijah with Rebekah while Kol was helping Klaus and Hayley was reading though Elijah's journal. Rebekah could see you were missing Elijah as you were wearing his botton ups and you only slept in his bed.

"A church?" You asked sitting in Kol's lap as he braiding your hair as Rebekah had came back from learning a general idea on where Elijah was.

"Yes now where is our wolf?"

"Hayley is upstairs."

To say you were overly happy that Elijah was home would be an understatement after Rebekah hugged him. You ran down jumping into Elijah's arms and he caught you with ease.

"Careful, baby. The little one." Elijah says softly pecking your lips as Hayley watched feeling a little jealous.

"Eli, they are still a little jelly bean." You giggle as Elijah raised an eyebrow and Rebekah rolled her eyes.

"Her and Kol has been calling the baby a jelly bean."

"I see. Has Niklaus been good?"

"Over protective. He hasn't let our poor babe leave the house." Rebekah answered as Elijah let you down.

"Please Rebekah, you and Kol hadn't like her out of your sight. Not since the witch attack." Klaus said stealing you away from Elijah only for Elijah to steal you back.

"Witch attack?"

"Angus bought up a doctor out in the bayou to check on the baby. Y/N thought it was a bad idea, Hayley thought it would be safe."

"Since then Rebekah hadn't let Hayley near her too." Kol says as Rebekah crossed her arms huffing as Elijah chuckled touching you abdomen.

"Protecting Y/N and baby is important so Rebekah did what she had to." Elijah says kissing your head as you giggle. You all settled for the night you and Rebekah slept in Elijah's bed that night with on Elijah and Rebekah cuddled into his side.

Hayley came down the next morning finding you in Elijah's lap as he reading with Klaus and Kol sitting on the couch reading also. You layed your head on Elijah's shoulder listening to his soft voice reading to you and Rebekah came in.

"Is this the first thing you do when we are all back together. Vampire book club?" Rebekah questioned as Hayley watched catch a glimpse into an everyday look in the Mikaelson home.

"Reading edifies the mind dear sister. Isn't that right Elijah?"

"Yes that's quite right Niklaus." Elijah answered waking you a bit making Elijah kiss your forehead as an apology. Hayley noticed the dead girl on the coffee table.

"And this nonsense?"

"This our brothers form of an apology." Elijah said helping you stad up from his lap as you gently rubbing your belly headed off to the kitchen.

"Nik and I thought that our big brother was hungry after his time in a coffin."

"And I informed my baby brothers that forgiveness can not be bought." Elijah said looking at Rebekah.

"Well she is staining a 200 year old carpet."

"Oh yes....that she is." Elijah muttered getting up to check on you as Kol and Klaus smirked looking at Hayley. They noticed the look in Hayley's eyes as she wasn't the first woman to fall for Elijah at first sight.

"Goodmorning, little wife." Elijah said watching you take out some yogurt which he took over getting you a bowl.

"Morning, I missed you."

"And I you. Here eat baby." Elijah says giving you the bowl of yogurt and fresh fruit. You blinked see Rebekah drag the dead body through the kitchen.

"Who do we have to kill?"

"Probably no one!" Elijah called out to her as you looked at Elijah with a raised eyebrow.

"Alright, potentially everyone." Elijah muttered as Hayley walked in seeing you sitting on a stool and Elijah behind you hands on your abdomen.

"So.... this miracle baby thing, how are you going to unlink her from Sophie?"

"I have a plan. Niklaus is doing his own plan with Kol." Elijah said kissing your head taking your dirty bowl and Kol decided to cling to you.

"What plan?"

"A plan to take the Quarter from Marcel. Then give our pregnant Queen the castle she deserves." Kol says smirking as you laughed lightly and Elijah smirked. Hayley was sure how to handle the Mikaelsons while you seemed to handle them perfectly well.

"This was another home of ours?" You asked Rebekah walking into the Abattoir with her getting a few stares from some vampires. Rebekah found it adorable how in awe you were.

"Yes before Mikael drove us away." Rebekah said watching you stand in front of the fountain rubbing your bumb.

"You think the baby will like here?"

"Yes, sweet love." Rebekah said kissing your temple when Kol joined you both standing behind your resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Elijah made sure your bedroom was in the middle of ours so you wouldn't have to go far."

"That's sweet of him." You said leaning back against Kol and both vampires moved you three to the den. You sat leaning back against Kol as Rebekah lay in front of you on the couch with you showing your favorite Disney movie.

You three fell asleep like this and how Klaus and Elijah found you three. Elijah gently covered you three with a blanket and gently rubbed your baby bump then sat in a chair and Klaus taking another. It was nice to enjoy the peace while they could while keeping an eye on you and soon to be newest Mikaelson.