#john is a weird magnet

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC Constantine Jr: Father Son Bonding

So John Constantine is more than a bit of a hoe. He’s a disaster bisexual who’s taste in men is “Big and strong enough to fold him like a folding chair” and his taste in women is “competent and could probably kick his ass”

Both describe Doctors Jack and Maddie Fenton

So, I propose that Constantine had a fling with both of them and the resulting threesome resulted in Danny. And I don’t just mean that only one of them is his father, I’m talking more Greek Mythology where the mother slept with both a god and a mortal and both were the resulting child’s father. Danny is the son of both Jack and Maddie Fenton, AND John Constantine.

Probably due to some meddling from Clockwork

So, cut to years later. and Danny is starting to awaken some magical abilities. And thus, John finds out he has a son with the wacky ghost hunter couple he hooked up with years ago. Now Danny is dealing with the fact he has another dad that’s just a disaster of a person, as well as his uncontrolled magical abilities awakening. John is just trying to figure out how to be a functional adult while Danny stays with him for the summer, and if the kid could not mess with his many dangerous magical trinkets that would be great

Aka, Danny spends the summer with his estranged magic dad to learn how to handle his sudden magic powers and causes chaos.

Danny also seems to have inherited John’s resistance to omniscience, much to the displeasure of the Observants. He was bad enough when they could tell what he was going to do...

[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

Random Captain John Price headcanons

sfw and nsfw

pairing: Cpt. John Price x reader (cod mw)

tags/tw: domestic stuff, afab!reader, masturbation, spanking, hickeys, Price is an ass-man

a/n: inspired by a conversation I had with @melancholyy-hill and just some random thoughts, might do a second part to this, tell me if you want any other characters

John Price MASTERLIST

sfw

-Price has two phones, one for work and a private one, he doesn't like using the same one when he's deployed in countries where there's definitely a chance of it getting hijacked

-he's so tidy, like having a surroundings to calm his mind, make it easier to concentrate for him

-he's also pretty strict with his own cleanliness

-don't get me wrong, Price doesn't mind getting dirty on the field and in bed, would be weird if he did lol, but once at home or base, he takes care of himself

-we talking beard oil, grooming, trimming his nails if they got jagged during deployment and picking out the dirt from beneath them

-not that he dislikes showing you off in public, on the opposite he loves having you by his side, showing others you're his, but he gets uneasy with PDA

-that's why he's such an old-fashioned gentleman with showing you affection around people, those small gestures that make women swoon and telling you that you're found 'a good one, god you're so lucky'

-hand on the small of your back in a crowd is a must, palm resting on your knee when sitting down, you walk on the side furthest from the road, standing/walking behind you on the escalator or stars if you're wearing a skirt, kisses to your hand, temple, forehead or crown

-he always does the bed in the mornings despite you being the one who wakes up last

nsfw below the cut

-he's such a fucking ass man, like he appreciates boobs, thinks your nipples look good poking through a shirt or deliciously teasing in lingerie, but he prefers your ass

-like this man's hand is drawn to the plush flesh of your rear like magnets, just like his eyes

-back turned? eyes down, staring at ass.

-don't get him started at how he folds when watching it jiggle in doggy style or reversed cowgirl

-lowkey struggles not to blatantly stare or grab at you when you're in public and the pants/leggings you're trying on make it look too fucking good for his health

-sometimes you can just be relaxing, laying on your stomach and he comes up from behind, kneading your ass, swatting it to watch it jiggle

-other times, he pulls you on top of him, resting a book against your ass as he reads, one of his hands always groping you, you simply prop a pillow on his legs to get comfortable as you'd gotten used to this request of his

- you've stopped counting the times he'd put down his book and started parting your asscheeks as he massages your rear, in the end Price can't help how his thumb rubs the folds of your covered pussy

-if he gets to know you don't mind spanking, it's over, the man swats your ass constantly around the house,

-he thinks your gasps are adorable as you shoot him a look he ignores bc he knows you like it

-does not whine, not a particularly big moaner either, but the grunts and groans is enough to make up for it

-high-sex drive when he's around you, but during deployment he keeps it under wraps, which leads me to...

-not that big of a masturabator, but once in a while he needs to rid himself of the crawling desire in his spine, simply having to jerk one out to be able to concentrate, probs because he thought about you for too long

-BUT he actually really loves mutual masturbation, started when he walked in on you once when returning unexpectedly early from a mission

-'don't mind me, love, continue' he would husk at your wide eyes following him as walked from the bedroom doorframe to the little seating area you had in front of the bed, sometimes used when you did your makeup or Price would read, sitting down and to your surprise pulling down his pant, jerking his already half-hard cock to full length, waiting expectantly

-he puts on a show as well, using two hands, one to stroke himself in matching speed to how you finger yourself, the other cupping and fondling his balls

-would definitely not shy from throwing his head backwards when reaching his sensitive cocked with palms too rough in comparison to your soft ones

- Price is so fucking sly about where he leaves hickeys

-as previously mentioned, he doesn't really like the public attention it pulls, but a primal part of him swells when seeing the marks he's left during your intimate moments, so he definitely likes to give you little lovebites

-so you can bet your ass you could leave the house in a crop-top and they wouldn't be visible, strategically placed where no one but him and you could see them, meaning the line of your panties, on or around your breast, inner thighs, etc

-the beach might be a problem however, you would never forget the time Soap had cackled like a fucking madman when he'd spotted the marks' inconspicuous placement, leaving absolutely no room to guess what Price had done between your legs

[cloakedsparrow]

Bat Family 'Bruce is Tim's biological parent' AU Idea #1

Wherein Jack Drake: a) Regularly tags along on archaeological digs despite not being an archaeologist. b) Commonly smuggles home archaeological finds despite that not being legal. c) Does not believe in curses, hauntings, or any mythology despite the world that he lives in being populated with *gestures at comics* all that.

As a result, Jack is like a magnet for cursed objects and keeps smuggling the damned things home.

The first time little Timmy suspects this is happening, he knows his dad won't respond well to him suggesting the most recent package he sent home is haunted. He knows he'll respond even worse if he tries to get anyone else involved. So he sends his mom a private email explaining what's going on. Janet replies that he's right to be suspicious, that this has absolutely happened before, and that he was right to contact her. She tells him she's sending over a friend who can help and gives him a password that she'll tell the friend so he knows it's okay to let him in the house.

John Constantine shows up within the hour. Tim is certain he didn't drive there (the alert that someone passed through the gates never went off and no one put in a code to open them) but there is a cursed object in his house and John knew the password Janet gave him, so he's mostly just happy to have an adult there to handle the situation. Even if a somewhat bizarre adult.

John takes care of the cursed object and is impressed that Tim reacted to it much faster than most do. He gives Tim his card with instructions to call him if anything like what was happening starts to happen again or if anything else weird starts happening after his father has been to any digs or sent home any strange packages.

As Jack is the aforementioned cursed object magnet, Tim ends up calling John fairly often for someone who doesn't actively work with the occult and is, in fact, a child. John keeps praising him for catching on as quick as he does and giving him information to catch onto other types of mystical/magical wickedness. Tim gets really good at recognizing when magic/curses/spirits are at play.

Then, Janet dies and Jack goes into a coma. Tim is fostered by Bruce for a year and a half and doesn't have to worry about curses or haunted objects for all that time. When they do come across something of the occult, Bruce/Batman has his own contacts, so there was never a reason for Tim to bring any of it up.

Then, the events of Identity Crisis/Crisis of Conscience occur, and Bruce doesn't want to talk to Zatanna (his usual mystic go-to) if it can be helped. He doesn't want to call in anyone connected to most of the Justice League if it can be helped.

So when they come across a cursed object, Tim immediately identifies it and tells Bruce not to worry, he knows a guy who can handle it. The man knows his civilian identity, so they'll have to pretend Bruce bought the object as part of an action or estate sale lot.

John comes and handles it. Before he leaves he comments that he's glad Tim's biological father finally decided to step up and that Bruce better take good care of the boy.

When Tim explains that Bruce isn't his father, the look on John's face clearly shows that he's trying to figure out how to back-step, but not in the expected way. More in the 'I let on information i wasn't supposed to' way.

Which is how Bruce and Tim end up running a paternity test in the Cave at four am.

Alfred and Dick are delighted by the results.

[Alternative ending: John pulls Bruce aside to let him know that Janet told him Jack wasn't Tim's father and that both he and Bruce were on the short list and he hadn't known Jack died or he'd have contacted him already. They have to wait to find out which of them is the lucky one. Either Bruce turns out to be the father and John just lets Tim know he can still call him whenever needed or it turns out John is the father and they decide Tim should still stay with Bruce but John has visitations. Also, Tim might have been showing signs of his Homo Magi heritage when he recognized all these cursed objects. John insists on teaching him to use his magic despite Bruce's unease with it.]

[celestialwhoree]

Hello! Can you write Lieutenant Ghost x Colonel or Captain reader, please! And take your time with it! Thank you 💗💗

I really did take my time with getting around to this whoopsie🥴 Anyways !

John Price retired four months ago, and to the surprise of everyone in TF141, had been replaced externally, instead of by one of them. Ghost, in particular, had not been thrilled with that information. Until he met you.

You'd been one of Laswell's most trusted associates, worked alongside her for years in all different military and CIA branches. Truly the cream of the crop. Despite all your acclaim, the 141 had always been a tight knit family, held together by Captain John Price. What if you couldn't fill his shoes? Keep them running like a well oiled machine?

He'd be the first to admit that despite he and Price's similarity in age, his Captain had been the closest thing to a paternal figure he'd ever had, in his own weird, fucked up and emotionally distant way.

Admittedly, you're beautiful, funny and completely magnetic - but you're not Price. Something about how - how seemingly flawless you are seems to only make you less approachable to Simon, like he'll say one wrong thing to you and not be enough.

You feel the exact same way about him.

Realistically, you know he's your lieutenant, he was Price's too. He should've been the next choice for captain. All of them could've been better for the position than you. Gaz had shadowed Price for as long as he was in the 141. Johnny was the youngest ever to pass the SAS recruitment test. Ghost was noted as exceptionally physically proficient on his file, and had been in the military since he was legally able. Not to mention, Laswell had raved about him to you. You can see why now.

When he lurches at your back, seeing you safely to your office like some loyal guard dog, you can't help but to feel so immensely comforted, like he's a storm, in which you've somehow found yourself in the eye, protected fro, the world outside. And Ghost, loyal as he is, will always protect his team.

The others had taken to you so well, instinctively protective towards the only woman on their team, although you've shown them time and time again that you can hold your own. Simon, however, is on a different level entirely. It's stayed the same since day one. Something in him calls to something in you, and vice versa, and where you go, he goes.

At first, you had thought maybe he was trying to suck up to you, earn your favour, but when he'd started getting in your space, memorising your coffee order and helping you with everything you could imagine, you'd quickly realised that your lieutenant, the big, brave Simon 'ghost' Riley, has a big fat crush on you.

The feeling is mutual.

Obviously, you've got to be careful with the way you go about showing it, especially in a professional environment where fraternisation is frowned upon. It's clear to the both of you though, the pining isn't one sided.

Maybe when you're fully comfortable in your position as captain, well settled into the team, and sure that no one will think that to only way you achieved your position was by blowing someone higher up, maybe then you'll act on your feelings. God forbid you want to. One thing you've fortunately learned in your months working with Ghost, however, is that he's a patient man. He's willing to wait, to let you get comfortable.

Good thing you're patient too.

But until then, you'll settle for the stolen glances with soft eyes, or the way he's always checking on you when you're in the field together. You'll savour the gentle hands patching you up, or the moments between sparring sessions when you sit there sweaty beside one another, just breathing, touching, being.

Pining!! Mutually!! fuck yeah!! They can't have each other!! (yet)😛

still in love though

just subtly

[maybnksdoll]

jj request-

smoke session while playing truth or strip which leads into rough fuck and getting caught (by who? you can decide) 💞

jj maybank x fem!innocent!reader ♡

" truth or strip "

"dude, really? just because you're sleepy?" jj asked his best friend after he said that he was going home, looking how he was standing up and going to the door "yeah, was a long day, after all" john b said before telling him goodbye. "i'll do the same, dad wants me to work since early tommorrow, 'm sorry man" pope repeated john b actions before passing through the chateau room's door, leaving jj insulting him alone.

you were giggling at that situation, while the cigarette smoke were running through your mouth.

"don't get mad, j" you called him "at least i'm not going anywhere" you smiled at him.

time passed, and you two started a little blunt rotation, talking about weird things while the room was being filled with smoke.

"let's play somethin', " jj told you looking at you, sitting in the bed in a comfier position "okaaaay, what do you wanna play?" you asked him while sitting beside him.

"so, there's this game called 'truth or strip', did you heard of it?" he started. you told him you didn't had idea of what it was, so, he explained "it's something similar to truth or dare, but this one has an specific dare" he looked at you "you can tell the truth, or taking off one piece of your clothes, and visceversa, you get it?" you nodded, you were too baked to take an clear decision, you were pretty innocent and "good girl" type of girl. but after all, he was only your best friend, right?

the game was about to start, after jj lighted the third blunt of the night, he told " 'kay pretty, you start" you throught a few seconds, touching your knees "what's your favorite school subject?" jj started laughing at that question, admiring how ingenue you were "well, its probably biology, either, I don't even like school" his confesion wasn't new for you "my turn now" he says "are you virgin?" your eyes widened a little. you didn't expected that question, since he knew how shy you were (and how shy you were to tell him that actually, you were virgin), you thought he weren't going to make a question like that, so, you just pulled out your baby pink socks, revealing your little nails painted red.

"how many girlfriends did you had?" you asked "only two, nothing serious tho" he confessed, letting the blunt in the little plate on the night table. he made you the same question, only with the difference that you never had a boyfriend before.

the game was starting to getting hotter, and the clothes were messed up all around the room. you were sitted in jj's lap, without your tee and skirt either, while his hands were resting in your hips. it was his turn "would you let me kiss you?" he said, looking straight at your lips, it looked like he didn't wanted to say it, but for sure he thought it. after saying a shy "yes" he didn't think twice and attacked your glosy lips like an predator.

as your and his lips met like magnetically, a surge of raw emotion swept through them. the intensity of their kiss was a mix of desire and urgency. his touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as you two lost their own common sense

"fuck this little stupid game" he said, while taking out your wet panties roughly, and the same with his boxers, revealing his hard erection to you.

with his hands he positioned you easily, and in a quick movement he was thrusting into you, looking at you letting little and high pitched moans and whimpers get out of your lips, with a hand on your neck and the other one in you hip. he was getting deeper into you, mumbling things about how tight and wet you were "all mine" he groans, seconds before filling you up with his fluids, rolling his hips into yours a few minutes more "all fucking mine. lets see how this little whore will take my fucking dick" he takes a pillow and puts it under your tummy, putting your ass at his desire.

the thrusts were getting speed, making your eyes wet as your cunt, making you feel vulnerable at his big and well trained figure.

you were about to finish, letting out desesperated moans fill the ambient, until you heared a voice getting closer and closer.

"hey guys, i think i left my phone here-" your mind painted white when you heard john b's voice in the room.

"what at you looking at? huh?" jj's voice yell to john b, while he stared the whole situation without reaction "take you fucking phone and go still wishing you were me to fuck her little tight pussy, 'kay?" seconds after hearing that, john b fastly took his phone and loudly closed the door.

"idiot, he will never get this view of you. right, bun?" he groaned, filling you up with a dense and large amount of cum inside you.

tired, he let his body fall on the bed, right beside you.

"i left bunny without air" he saids proudly, leaving a sweet kiss on your neck.

[maybank-archives]

hi! may i request a shy fem reader x jj maybank? virgin reader who hasn’t had first kiss, and jj knows that she’s super touch starved? lots of sexual tension to eventual smut? praise kink maybe? thank u!!

sweet desire - jj maybank

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warning: makeout session. sexual tension? let me know if a miss any.

word count: 1.3k

author's notes:  as always, got super carried away, love writing this and wished that i had finished sooner, sorry it took so long, have a couple requests and other works coming up soon! thank you for this request! part two

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The voices around were muffled in y\n’s head as she stared at JJ Maybank across the backyard. She attempted to distract herself by being a part of her friend's conversation, but her thoughts were way too loud to ignore them.

The boys were organizing a fire pit outside the chateau, you, Sarah and Kie were talking on the stairs, actually, Kie and Sarah were talking, you had your attention hooked on something else. You scan his tan body and his movements trying to be as subtle as possible for him, and anyone else, to not notice.

“hellooo, earth to y/n.” Kie snaps her fingers in front of your face. “I know the sunset is breathtaking but we’re making plans for your future.” 

“Oh and what is that?” you asked, finally focusing on the conversion.

“to live for once, there’s like a hundred parties going on this summer and you have to go to at least one.” Kie stated

“but you have to promise to us not to sleep with the first touron that talks to you.” Sarah jokes making your cheeks red.

“No Sarah, c’mon, she can't have her first kiss with a random and probably gross guy.” Kie intervened

“Why not? There’s nothing wrong with it, a hookup it’s not supposed to be a relationship.”

“Oh God, can we not?”. You glanced at the boys approaching. They were talking over to each other as they got close to you, John B pecked Sarah’s lips and dragged her inside the house interrupting and ending the conversation, thankfully.

“Gross guys.” Kie shouted

“And, that’s my cue, I’m heading home to take a shower, wanna a ride Kie?”. Pope asked offering Kie a hand

“Sure, see you in an hour guys.” Kie said leaving with Pope.

You turned your head to JJ, who was picking his fingers, you adjusted yourself on the stairs avoiding starting a conversation.

JJ, like everyone else in your group of friends, has always been your friend. But lately, you've been seeing him through different eyes. There's something about him that pulls you in with a magnetic force, unlike any other boy you've encountered before. It feels both weird and exhilarating.

While you've never been open and intimate with any of the boys in the group, you were at least able to share more than a few words with Pope and John B but your interactions with JJ are different recently. 

Your conversations with him always go the same path, but your mind is constantly filled with thoughts and fantasies that you have zero experience with. 

It didn't feel normal to have such intense feelings for just a friend, but you knew that JJ would never be aware of the effect he had on you.

“Yo, I think I have a splinter on my fingers, could ya look at it?” JJ sat down next to you, and as he placed the back of his hand on your thighs, you couldn't help but flinch at the unexpected touch. Your gaze locked onto his hand, and you simply nodded in response

“i-i...yes, could you hand me my bag, it's on the sofa, I think I have a tweezer and a band aid there.” you stammered, blinking rapidly in an attempt to mask your nervousness.

JJ went inside granting you enough time to fix your hair and rub your hands into your face hoping to stop the blushing.

“Here ya go.” JJ returns to his spot handing you your tiny bag placing his hand at the same spot from before.

You hesitantly held his hands, your fingers tracing his skin as you scanned for the splinter. His body moved close enough for his intoxicating scent to distract you. You blinked rapidly, trying to focus on helping him.

“Does it hurt when I do this?” you asked.

“A little bit, i think you found it” he replied with a hiss “Keep going, you might be close.” You subtly bit your lip as you kicked yourself mentally for the way his words sounded so alluring. 

You find yourself losing your composure, that's not your usual, that’s the least attractive thing to be doing right now and yet, pictures of his lips on yours fills your mind.

JJ's gaze lingered on you, carefully observing your reaction. 

“I think you’re good.” you said letting go of his hands after removing all signs of splinters on his palm.

"Geez, yeah, that feels so much better," he remarked, getting up and standing in front of you. “You've got some serious skill,huh?” He awaited your response, tilting his head with a playful smirk on his lips.

Gosh, this is torture. 

As you looked up at him, you nodded your head in agreement.

He couldn't help but make the connection in his mind, he recalled those moments when he had caught you stealing glances at him or how quiet would you get when there was just the two of you. 

JJ has always seen you as shy, particularly around boys. But right now he's coming to understand that you're not just reserved, but also showing signs of neediness.

“Anyway, thank you cupcake.” he said before winking and turning his back, leaving you sitting there still processing the last minutes.

At night, the entire gang was reunited again, gathered around a crackling bonfire, sipping drinks, and sharing stories. Laughter filled the air as they reminisced about old memories. 

The girls couldn’t help themselves to talk about your non-existent love life, Sarah feeling the effects of the drink was incredibly more sincere than sober Sarah.

She followed you onto the kitchen with her phone showing a bunch of cute seniors that she felt that would be a good match for you, Kie was still very reluctant for you to have your first kiss being with a random guy, you, as always, decided to ignore them as you continue to bring more beers to the boys outside.

As time passed, everyone started to disappear, you stayed behind, sitting by the dying fire pit, lost in your own thoughts. Gosh, sometimes it’s sad to be sober.

 You suddenly hear footsteps approaching, you turn your head seeing JJ leaving the porch of the chateau, walking towards you with a gentle smile on his face.

"Hey," he said softly as he approached, his eyes glinting in the dim light. "Mind if I join you?"

You shook your head, confused, scooting over to make room for him.

JJ's voice broke the awkward silence, catching you off guard with his unexpected comment. "First kiss then, huh?"

Oh God “What? H-how do you know this?” you stared at him

“That was not my question.” He arched his brow

“What? No one ever kissed me, I'm not waiting for a prince or something and that’s it, the end.”

JJ's expression softened. "Well, that's no good. Everyone deserves to experience a good kiss at least once in their life, right?"

Before you could respond, JJ got closer, leaning in. You could feel his breath on your face, you stood there in shock staring at his lips with your heart racing.

"Let me help you with that," JJ whispered, placing his hand on your cheek, your body tensed with nervous excitement, he pressed his lips against yours, a mix of emotions run through your veins, you were hesitant at first and as it got more further, the heat building between you two intensified the desire allowing you to be comfortable ambitious.

JJ hand went to your neck while the other one slid from your shoulder to your hips squeezing lighty, your senses were overwhelmed with the scent of his cologne, the taste of his lips, and the warmth of his body against yours. 

 Your hand kept pulling each other closer, his touch became vicious, you couldn’t let go of his grip, your tongues exploring and tasting every inch of each other’s mouth felt sinful. Your hand kept pulling each other closer, yearning for more of the same.

JJ broke the kiss gasping for air, he turned his head looking around checking for any sign of your friends, the silence revealed that, in fact, you two were alone. He got up not letting go of your hand, he pulled you one more time, this time placing a kiss on the side of your lips. And when you realized, you were following JJ back inside the house.

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[pirateprincessjess]

What pinball game *would* you steal?

Let’s talk about my favorite disaster of all time. Magic Girl Pinball!

If I had to steal a single pinball machine I would steal this one. There are only 21 of these and most of them do not work.

A famous pinball designer named John Popadiuk started his own company to make his own pinball machines. But these weren’t going to be regular old pinball machines. These were going to be luxury pinball machines for the most hardcore pinball fans.

The first and only game his company made was called Magic Girl, and it was EXPENSIVE. He charged 16,000 dollars to preorder the game. At the time the most expensive pinball machines usually cost about 6,000 dollars.

Despite the high price tag, a lot of people thought that Magic Girl Pinball might be worth the price. Popadiuk had made some truly amazing games in the past (Theater of Magic, World Cup soccer, Cirqus Voltaire), and Magic Girl sounded like it would be an incredible machine. The game was going to have a series of hidden magnets that allowed the character on the table to “magically” manipulate the ball, and even make the ball levitate at some points. This game would have been extremely cool… if it worked.

Popadiuk apparently underestimated how hard it was to actually make a pinball machine, which is weird for someone with that much experience in the industry. The game was hit with massive delays, and did not release until 2017 (He took preorders in 2011).

When people finally received their games they discovered that they didn’t work properly. The games turned on, and you could technically play them, but most of the games features didn’t function. The ball didn’t levitate, entire areas of the playfield were inaccessible, and even the simple playfield magnets didn’t work right. Basically the game was a failure.

21 people spent 16 grand on a pinball machine that was nearly unplayable, and I want it. I just wouldn’t want to spend any money on it. So if I had to steal a pinball machine, it would be Magic Girl

[l3irdl3rain]

Just wanted to let you know my mother is Mr. John Marston's number one fan. She regularly asks me for updates on John and has had me send screenshots of his scrunglier-looking photos so she can show her work friends.

I hope that isn't weird lol, just wanted to let you know your boy is bringing joy to people everywhere!

Not weird at all!! My friend’s mother in law is so obsessed with John she made a picture of him the background on her phone. She’s never even met him lol. He’s just kind of a mom magnet

[madlittlecriminal]

Jonathan and a reader, gender doesn’t matter at all, who just kinda…attracts corvids. Like, they’ve formed bonds with several crows and ravens, to the point where they just spawn around them. Jonathan and his darling could be taking a walk in a park or something, and a random crow just hops onto readers shoulder, and they don’t react at all. It’s a normal thing at this point. I can only assume John, the freaking scarecrow, would absolutely love it.

Corvidae Magnet ↦ Jonathan Crane × GN!Reader

Warnings: Corvidae family, so if you have a fear of ravens, crows, magpies, etc., this fic is not for you, mentions of jonathan being a bit distant

i love how this request showed me that i make jonathan call the reader "darling" so much. idk, i just feel like it's both gender neutral and a nickname he'll call his s/o without a second thought.

You and Jonathan have been together for about a few months. However, he still had no idea you attracted corvids as you never told him anything. It was something you wanted few people knowing anyway, so you were just waiting for the right moment to tell him, but it never came. In your defense, if your boyfriend wasn't working at the asylum, he would be in his lab perfecting his fear toxin, so you didn't have room to tell him anything.

Then again, you weren't sure if you were completely ready to tell him. You shrugged and opened the window to your kitchen, causing a crow to stop by and sighing. "Unfortunately, I can't feed you anymore, little guy. I got fined the last time I did it and I'm not trying to get another fine." Did he understand you? Maybe. Did you care if people thought you were weird for it? No, they were just boring.

Did you know your boyfriend saw you talking to said crow? No.

As you grabbed a glass from the cabinet, the crow quickly left making you raise brow. You shrugged it off and grabbed the pitcher of lemonade from the fridge before pouring yourself a glass. "Darling?" You jumped slightly and turned around. "Dammit Jonathan!" He chuckled. "Sorry. Are you alright?" You nodded. "Yeah, why?"

"Well, you were speaking to someone, so I had to ask..."

"Oh! Don't worry about it, Jon." You gave him a small smile before taking a sip of your lemonade. He sighs with a nod. However, his eyebrow raised when he saw a raven land on the windowsill as you walked past it. However, when the raven saw Jonathan, it flew away rather quickly.

"Let's go for a walk, darling. Being inside in the lab all day is hurting my head." You nodded before finishing your lemonade and heading towards the door with Jonathan right behind you. He took your hand and you both headed towards the park for a walk.

What you didn't expect though was the magpies and blue jays, crows and ravens to come towards you.

Ironic enough, a crow landed on your shoulder and crowed at Jonathan.

Your boyfriend stared at the crow in confusion while you continued walking as if it was nothing new. "Darling?" You turned around and the crow flew off to a branch. "You were talking to a crow earlier, weren't you?" You gave him a faint smile. "I didn't know when or how to tell you since you were always busy..." He sighed and pulled you into a hug. "I'm sorry, darling." You smiled. "It's fine."

"But crows?" You laugh. "Listen, you scare them, but I'm their buddy! If you don't like it, you can go!" Your teasing made him laugh. He planted a kiss on your cheek and held your hand. "I actually think it's unique. I love it, darling." You smile at him and squeeze his hand gently. "I'm glad you do. Someone has to comfort them when you scare them away." He fakes an overexaggerated gasp, resting a hand on his chest to add to his dramatic show. "You wound me, darling!" You shake your head with a smile before grabbing his hand. "Oh hush! Now come on, you promised me ice cream." He raised a brow. "I did?" You gave him a glare. "Yeah, you're right. I definitely did. Let's go."

[thecameronchronicles]

Definitely Not Vanilla

TW: Smut. Language. Spanking. Slapping. Choking. Degrading language. 

SUMMARY: After your best friend, Rafe, learns that you’re dissatisfied with your ‘vanilla’ sex life, he propositions a change, with him…

WORD COUNT: 2400

*Requested*

Definitely Not Vanilla

“Whatever happened between you and Routledge anyway?” Rafe asked while playing with the edges of his fingers, trying to appear indifferent to a question he was dying to know an answer to. After all, you were obsessed with John B not even forty-eight hours ago, and now when discussed, your eyes pulled into a roll. 

“What?”

“It’s embarrassing…” You pulled your knees to your chest as he leaned towards you. 

“Well now I’ve gotta know…What, is he like super kinky and shit?” You pushed playfully at his shoulder, knocking him back against your bed, before shaking your head. 

“Actually…” His brows raised before you shook off your confession. 

“No, come on…you can’t leave me hanging. Come on, I’m like your best friend, if you can’t tell ME, who CAN you tell?” Annoyingly, he had a point. You’d known Rafe ever since he’d gotten the training wheels off of his tricycle, and you’d even spoken of sex before, but this seemed different somehow-maybe because this was the first time he was solely committed to the conversation without his phone or an absent-minded pulling his focus elsewhere. And so, you’d oblige. 

“Fine…He was…sweet.” Rafe rolled his eyes. 

“If you’re gonna offer a cliffhanger like that, have something worth a follow through-” He pouted as you let out a sigh. 

“That’s ALL I’ve had. These sweet guys that don’t want to hurt me and push boundaries and…it’s..it’s boring…Like…It was nice the first time…maybe even a few times after that…But I want excitement, I want-”

“Me?” Your brows shot up in amusement. 

“What?”

“You know I’m not the sweet and gentle type…and it’s been a while since I’ve…” You scrunched your face at the thought of him being with anyone else, a feeling brought on mostly by jealousy in this given moment. 

“Why not?”

“Wouldn’t it be weird…”

“I know everything there possibly is to know about you…” He leaned closer to you, guiding a rogue hair behind your ear as your eyes magnetized to his lips as they pulled apart by his tongue in a quick lick.

“Almost everything…” He would tease your mouth with the closing proximity of his own before pulling away at the last second. 

“That is unless you think you’d fall in love with me or something-”

“Don’t you think if I haven’t by now?” His expression illuminated with humor before he slowly nodded. 

“I mean it though, Rafe…I don’t want it to change our friendship or anything…I might be one of the only people to actually like you…”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed…” He cocked his jaw. “So how about I make you come?” 

“Rafe…”

“But I want it stated clearly for me…just so I know YOU understand what you’re asking…”

You set your jaw to the side in a moment of pensive silence, considering abolishing the offer and returning to your clandestine friendship, unblemished with lust and the complications it could bring. But as you looked at him in this moment, all you wanted was to silent that pulsation between your legs that grew louder as his eyes continued to flicker down your entire body and back up again to your lips. 

“I want…” You bit your lip for a second before directing his gaze to you as he smirked. 

“The things you’re asking for are ‘big girl’ things, sweetheart. Gotta know you’re big enough to ask for ‘em…or maybe you shouldn’t get them…” He teased, his choice of words and the tone in which they were spoken having already excited you beyond any foreplay with anyone prior to him. 

“I want you to fuck me.” You spoke rather quietly, more as a thought unintentionally leaving your lips than an actual request-and for that, he shook his head. 

“I don’t know if you’re ready-” You silenced him by pushing him further against the side of your bed, fingers on his shoulders as you cemented yourself into a straddle. 

“I want you to fuck me. Rough and hard. I want to scream your name and I want to ache for days…And I want you to make me feel sorry for asking…” You swallowed hard, finding the expression on his face to make you question your words. But the lift of mischief on the corner of his mouth indicated you’d spoken exactly what he wanted to hear. And so without another moment wasted with this tension, you were lifted closer to him. 

“What’s your word? If it gets to be too much-”

“I don’t need one…”

“Your ambition’s admirable, but I’m not gonna hold back-”

“Good…” You spoke into his ear, taking his lobe between your teeth as he growled against you, hand to your throat driving his domination back to the forefront. 

“You have one chance right now to walk away from this…unscathed…indifferent…”

“No. I want this…” His fingers tightened. 

“Then I expect you to fucking take it…” His hand released your throat and moved to our hair, pulling it back in a sudden tear as you gasped before finding a mending to the burn left behind as his lips moved to your neck. 

“And trust me, sweetheart…you definitely won’t be vanilla when I’m done with you…Sore, for sure…maybe even red…crying…shaking…But NOT vanilla..” 

“Please…” A slap came to your cheek, soft enough to keep from hurting you beyond the initial contact, but hard enough so you understood you were no longer dominant in any sense. 

“You don’t say a fucking word until I tell you. You’re gonna listen like a good little slut…and you’ll be rewarded…otherwise…” He took a smack to your ass, “I’ll just use you for me…Years of wondering how you felt …how deep you were…how wet I could make you JUST by touching you…And I’m gonna find out, no matter how much you beg me to stop.” You clenched your jaw and nodded as he would release your hair. 

“Now take off your clothes and close the curtains. Nobody else gets to see the things I get to…” You obeyed, climbing off of him as you heard him move to your closet, pulling a scarf that was hanging over a hook, otherwise useless, before he took it around your eyes. 

“You don’t do ANYTHING unless I tell you…Don’t say a word, don’t flinch, and don’t even think about coming…Understand?” You remained silent as he rolled his eyes. 

“You can answer me when I ask a question.”

“Yes.” He slapped your ass, the surprise found in having been restricted from your vision was strengthened as you gasped before him. 

“Bend over the bed…” He explained while leading you to ig, your body obeying as he played with the rim of your panties. 

“I want to know who you think of…don’t lie to me because I’m about to make you come…” Your eyes rolled beneath the blindfold to his words, “When you’re alone and you touch yourself, who do you think of? Hmm?”

“You.” You confessed. 

“Really?” You nodded. 

“Is THIS what you thought of?” You nodded.

“All this time, we could’ve been having fun…And you didn’t want to ‘ruin the friendship’, don’t you see how much better it’ll be now?” You nodded as he smacked your ass again, the thrill of the sting lasting over your low tolerance for it. 

“All those fucking cocks so undeserving of you…And I’m gonna make you forget them all when you come ALL over mine…” 

“Please…” You were taken in a quick whip of your neck by his hand to your jaw. 

“But you need to learn to listen. No. Talking. Unless. I. Say.” He explained as you nodded, releasing you after a kiss to your lips discarded you with carelessness, a smile leaving you basking in his taste, before he returned you to the bend over the bed. 

“Climb onto the bed. Lay on your back…spread those legs for me…” You obeyed as he corrected. 

“Slowly!” He shot quickly as you nodded, moving in luxuriating motions until you were as he requested. His hands were slow on your body, beginning at your ankles and taking you into a forceful pull against his waist, his cock at attention against your thigh, suddenly naked in where you’d last felt restrained, as your cheeks blushed at the thought of the sight you were denied.

“Show me how you do it…When you think of me…Show me how you make yourself come-don’t say a word, but show me.” You nodded before taking your fingers towards your mouth, to which they were apprehended by him. He kept your hand lingering in the air by his submission, before spitting on your bare pussy. 

“There-No more stalling-make it drip for me…” You arched your back immediately to the feeling of those fingers familiar between your legs, the heat in knowing his eyes were on you, now too much to bear while you allowed your body to bask in your self-gratification. The sounds of his breathing being made heavy only deepened your sensations as he continued his demands. 

“Oh, you know how to do it, don’t you? Poor girl, left to do it for herself, huh? Need a good cock to make you not even WANT to touch yourself, right?” You nodded, remaining silent as he leaned over you, his body felt as he led your second hand to his cock. 

“Happy with yourself, baby? See what you’re doing to me? Yeah?” You moaned to feeling his thick cock within your hand, the feeling of his rigidity making your mouth part as he pulled you suddenly upwards, his cock teasing your bottom lip. 

“Breathe through your nose, I’m not going slow and keep rubbing that little clit-but don’t you dare fucking come.” You nodded as you obeyed, his shaft and head invading your mouth and projecting into the very back of your throat as you gagged violently. 

“Relax.” He corrected as you focused on your breathing while he used your throat to his liking. He continued to do this until the scarf stuck to your cheeks from tears, as he would pull it off with a violent tug. 

“I wanna see you cry for me…I wanna see those eyes…” You looked up to him, hollowed cheeks and hues darkened by those tears before you were pulled and allowed breath. 

“God fucking dammit, you’re so good…How can anybody NOT fuck you senseless? How can anybody be sweet when you’re such a fucking whore for a cock, huh?” You beamed to his words. 

“God, you’re good at it…” He licked his lips before taking that scarf and setting it around your neck, guiding you to your feet as he sat on the edge of the bed. 

“But I think it’s time I got MY reward, huh?” You nodded. 

“Then come ride me, sweetheart…Take out all those little frustrations on me…But do it quietly…” You nodded. 

“Go ahead, it’s yours…use it-” He was interrupted by the sudden warmth of your walls swallowing him whole. 

“Good girl…Good fucking girl….Takin’ all of me like that…Shit…” He hissed as you began yoru motions, the scarf suddenly withdrawn. 

“I wanna do it…” He explained, wrapping his fingers around your throat as you nodded. 

“Say you trust me.”

“I trust you…” You spoke quickly and rather desperately, the sound of your voice almost foreign from the silence it was forced into in recent moments. 

“Say you want me.”

“I want you-”

“ONLY me.” He demanded through clenched teeth. 

“Only you, Rafe!” He smacked your ass during one of your raises as you gasped. 

“Good. Now shut the fuck up and make me come…” You quickened your motions, closing your eyes until they screwed shut as you repressed your moans while he vibrated his into your skin. 

“That’s a good girl-good fucking girl…You know that, don’t you?” You nodded. 

“You know what good girls get? Good girls get to come…all over my cock…” You whimpered as his thumb came to your clit, rubbing viciously while you continued to ride him. 

“You wanna scream don't you? You wanna let everyone know how much of a whore you are for my cock? How hard it’s making you come?” You nodded quickly. 

“Only when you come…Only when you come, baby…Then I wanna hear it…I wanna hear it…” He repeated himself in being lost by his own sensations, bucking up into you as you took hold of his shoulders. 

“Rafe…RAfe…RAFE…RAAFFEEE!” You belted as he nodded, taking a deep hold on the back of your hair and pulling his lips to your neck.

“Keep coming…Keep fucking coming-I’m not done…” You were taken onto your back, his motions ungodly as he took his hand to your cheek. 

“That’s for not coming to me sooner…”

“Rafe…” You whimpered as he would hit you again, this time, returning his hand to the back of your hair and pulling you against his forehead. 

“THAT is for fucking talking…For that…” He now flipped you onto your stomach, lifting your hips, and pounding you from behind. 

“You don’t get to be comfortable…” He bent you into a further arch, his cock hitting in brutal strides against your cervix as his fingers returned to your clit. 

“But I wanna make you come again…silently this time…One sound and I finish in your throat…” You nodded and gripped the sheets in desperation as he guided his rapid pistoning motions into you. 

“Pussy’s so good, I’m gonna come in it…yeah? Tell me you want it…beg for it.”

“Come inside me Rafe…please…” He nodded. 

“Take it, bitch…take it!” He spoke through clenched teeth as he spilled himself into you, your body buckling before him as he pulled you back to his chest. The tremors of his cock still within you as he rubbed your clit enough to make you squirt on the sheets before you. 

“THAT what you wanted?”

“And more.” You confessed as he now pulled himself on the bed beside you. 

“Next time, you’re coming on my face…”

“Next time…you’re coming on my ass…” He looked at you with disbelief. 

“Bend over-right now-”

“And next time…I’m in control…”

“The hell you are…” He teased, a fit of juvenile tickles pulling you together in a confusing kiss of lust and longing that quelled those mutual curiosities enough to not question what was next. For now, you would just bask in this…whatever this was…Less than lovers, more than friends, but definitely not vanilla…

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[sofasoap]

Trinkets

Pairing : John Price x F!wife!reader @captainpriceslover, a little crack fic for you, thank you for making me a moodboard full of couch shape soap dispensers :P Part of the Mini Mactavish verse. sequel-ish to A quiet moment  – John Price  “masterlist” for prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“... what’s that???” “ hummm? Oh, my nick-nacks, I like to buy things from places I visit. Something to remember.” “Including ALL those soap dispensers sitting on the bathroom shelves??” Since Price has rented out a house near the base, in preparation to welcome the new baby, you pulled out all your stuff that has been sitting in the storage unit for the last eight years, since you left your family. You finish putting up the last of the magnets onto the fridge, trying to squat down and pick up another box, Price gently nudges you aside. “Let me.” lifting it up, “ What’s in here? Soap????? Do we really need this much soap?” “Hey, they are expensive hand crafted soaps. I like having them in the wardrobe. Keep the bugs away and smell nice.” Price sighed. He isn’t going to argue with you. “Oh you can put some of those ones on the top of the box into the bathroom. They are near expiry dates. Better use them up soon.” Walking into the bathroom, apart from the essentials of towels and toiletries, rest of the shelves are filled up with all these weirdly shaped soap dispensers. Snail shape, duck shape, Skull shape? ( Price admits that might be a good gag gift for Ghost one year.) and…. Couch shape?  He picked it up, looking at it incuriously. “OH, that’s my favourite one. You can even put a bar of soap on top of the couch too!” Price loves you with all his heart, but he really doubts your taste in things sometimes. And he will never admit that the Couch shape dispenser is actually quite useful like you said. And started rotating around the dispensers, everytime he comes home from missions. AND bringing you home more weird looking soaps and dispensers.

Ghost did end up getting that skull shape soap dispenser as a Christmas gift from you one year. 

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: More stuff to know about Constantine

Just some facts about John Constantine that I don’t see come up in this crossover that I think people could have a lot of fun with. He’s more than just useful for consulting, though he does see himself as a detective, just one specialized in supernatural cases.

-Canonically bisexual: that’s right, canonically bisexual, and a lot of his exes have tried to kill him

-Has demon blood in his veins: this is a fun one because demon blood has ceraint properties in the Hellblazer universe. Chiefly, accelerated healing. John is shown to recover from non-fatal wounds relatively quickly. It’s even been used as a defense mechanism against the King of Vampires. It is also shown to slow down the aging process. John is actually a lot older than he looks

-Ages in real time: Okay, don’t know how this could be used in a fic but it’s fun. He has aged in real time since his first appearance and last mention of his age put him at 60. Currently he’d be turning 70 this year, so that demon blood really keeps him spry

-synchronicity wave traveling: this is his instinctual ability to manipulate coincidences. Aka, he manipulates luck. This means he can’t lose at gambling unless he wants to, and as long as he’s using this ability, he’s pretty much invincible for the duration, because he manages to avoid getting hit by bullets, and spells, as well as jinxing the people trying to hurt him. He’s not only a lucky bastard, but a magically lucky bastard. This ability even worked on the first of the fallen, aka Satan. It is OP while he’s using it.

-The Laughing Magician: He has the title of the laughing magician. There have been multiple over the ages but John is the current one. They are known for their tendency for rebuking and outsmarting Gods, Demons, Spirits and just about everything else. Some even managed to destroy or use Gods for their own purposes. Soley members of Constatine’s bloodline can achieve this title and it’s what gives him the ability to use the synchronicity wave. It also gives him resistance to literal omniscience, aka beings that know everything don’t know what he’s going to do. An argument could be made that this would work to some extent on clockwork. He is literally one of the most powerful mages in the world.

-Possession resistance: He’s resistant to many psychic attacks such as telepathy, soul and body possession, and powerful mind controls. This one has some pretty obvious uses in this crossover.

So, yeah.  Constantine has more going on than just consulting about things. He’s extremely powerful, extremely lucky, though that luck doesn’t extend to other around him, a bit of a weirdness magnet that can surprise beings that know everything. He has access to a bunch of magical artifacts, and is exactly the kind of guy who can and would come out winning against the Ghost King. Not even against Danny, he could do it against Paria Dark.

So yeah, have fun with this information

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Monday everyone :) Another amazing intense look in this one. Continuing the longing pattern. Their pining era was primo af I have to say. Mostly about Rosalind and Bailey in this one but we get some goodies in between there. Super short one but off we go.

5x04 The Choice

We start off with Bailey being trapped in Rosalind’s homemade trap. She FaceTimes John so they can see what they're dealing with inside. Just love her being as close to Tim as possible. Seriously be closer you two I dare you. I love how Lucy makes sure to come right next to Tim. That magnetic pull never fails. Mainly why I wanted to show this moment. To just to display personal space isn't even a thing even when they're on weird ground. They legit can't help themselves and don't even know they're doing it.

They all meet in a shop to discuss things privately. Worried the entire house is bugged. Lucy comes in after they have their convo. You can see she is buzzing with nerves. Trying to keep herself in check. I love how Tim’s eyes keep flicking back to check on her. It’s subconscious and I love it so much. He wants to comfort her but they’re in a tricky place. So he just checks on her the best he can from where he’s seated. Lucy stays back with Tim to stay with Bailey. Doesn’t want her to be alone at all during this. She’s the best. You wonder why Tim is in love with her. Things like this.

Nolan has been taken away by Rosalind at this point. She called him and said she would kill Bailey if he didn’t trade himself for her. Brings us to her floating in the tank asking for John. Lucy doesn’t know what to say so she looks to her person help her. Basically tagging Tim in with just a look. Their silent communication never ceases to amaze me. Tim steps in a comforts Bailey for Lucy and I love it.

He does this on Lucy's behalf. Look at him he would've struggled with this just a couple years ago. Now look at him. He's tagging in for his girl. Who reawakened all this in him in the first place. Always has her back no matter what. Makes my heart happy. Even when they’re in their “moving on” pining phase. Just little things like this make me so happy. Giving us good crumbs in eps with low content for them.

Bailey is doing dunk tests to see how long she can hold her breath. Lucy is barely keeping it together for her. She keeps looking to Tim for comfort and strength. I love it sfm. Her natural instinct is to reach out to him. Despite the weird place they’re in he’s her rock. Their looks say so much above. Just look at them. Checking in on each other with just their looks. Their chemistry is unreal. So much love in those looks too. Also a lot being said in them. Their chemistry never ceases to amaze me.

They finally get the floorboard open to get to the tank below. Tim calls Lucy over for no reason other than he wants to be with her. Anyone could’ve held his belt but he wanted his girl with him before he went down. Also to let her know she could follow him afterwards if it’s safe. No one else he wants having his six. Lucy tries to offer to go but no way in hell he was going to allow that.

Protective Tim is present and accounted for. I love her look when he tells her no. She does a little whine of disagreement. Lucy looks sick with worry. She doesn’t want him going down there either. Especially without her. It’s killing her to not have his back for this. That’s her natural default. He would rather sacrifice himself before letting her get hurt. *heart clutch* Best part of the episode right here.

She clutches his duty belt in worry as he descends into that hole. I love how he doesn’t take his eyes off her until the very last second. Could be the last time he sees her face depending on what’s down there. Makes sure to make most of it as he is lowered down. Tim is determined she is the last thing he sees before he faces whatever is below. What a damn romantic. His body was being lowered possibly into a explosive trap and he refused to break his gaze with her. *fans self* That man loves you Lucy Chen. That intense looks could set this house on fire my god.

The way she watches him descend. My damn heart. The hitch in her breath when he falls out of sight. Weird place or not her whole world just disappeared under that floorboard. Into god knows what and all she can do is stand there waiting. He said she should could follow if it was clear. She is antsy to follow him. To hear him give the all clear. Also had there been traps they would've had to drag her away from that hole. Because she would’ve jumped head long in to get him. Such a good moment for them. That look is seared into my shipper brain.

They end up saving Bailey with some impressive timing. Well Lucy does when Bailey's surfaced. We get to watch her be a bad ass and do CPR on her. Which is amazing to watch her perform. John ends up not killing Rosalind to save her. Which good thing the team did cause she would’ve died otherwise. Rosalind gets killed by her partner instead as John tries to get her booked. They're walking outside and she is clipped by a bullet before he can finish calling it in.

They roll up and see Rosalind’s dead body. Lucy is in shock she’s dead. Tim does the best he can do in the moment for her. Telling her she only seemed larger than life. Melissa crushing this scene with her expression. In disbelief she’s actually dead. This woman who has haunted her nightmares for so long. Given her so much PTSD is finally gone. Lucy starts to analyze why she did this. Tim won't let her go down that rabbit hole. She's taken up enough of Lucy's mental space by now.

Tim wants her to refocus. Saying that doesn't matter now. She is gone and he doesn't want her to dwell on it. She can truly start to close that chapter of her life now. It is surreal she is gone I know I felt that way too. Bless Annie for finishing off this SL even while she was sick. A true BAMF. LOVED her in Castle and Loved her in this as well. Hell of a villain.

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Side notes-Non chenford

None really in this one.

Thank you forever and always to you who read, like, comment and reblog these you are all amazing :) See you in 5x05.

[rolling-in-guano]

31DOD Day 27

Dick had never lost his parents, what would his life look like?

In short: Dick Grayson is an adrenaline addicted gremlin who is the world's strongest magnet for trouble. With his parents around, this mayhem just tripled in size.

In canon, Dick was kind of destined to become a Talon because the CoO said so. But Bruce also said that he didn't think Dick would ever become something like that and Calvin Rose (who had his own comic run) proved that it is possible to worm your way out of their grasp.

I don't think Dick would ever willingly leave the circus, but because he is Dick Grayson he's also destined to have a crazy life. Since his parents survive, I think a lot of it depends on where they end up in life.

Dick's parents don't get talked about a lot outside of the context of their deaths. I headcanon that they fell madly in love with each other as teenagers and basically eloped at 16. They ended up having Dick a couple of years later or so. While it was never really talked about, I always got the vibes that Mary and John had a really strong relationship and loved each other more than anything (especially in the flashpoint universe). I think this because love is very central to Dick's character as well as family. The values for love and family definitely come from John and Mary.

Here is just some non-linear snapshots of things that I think would have happened:

First of all, Raptor is still crawling around and totally in creepy love with Mary. Since he is such a weird dude, I think the family of three would have to deal with him at some point. I think this a moment where Mary Grayson gets to be very cool and badass while protecting her boys. Very much a "mom, what the hell?!" moment if you have ever had one of those (I certainly have).

Being the trouble magnet that he is, I think Dick would solve plenty of crimes and meet plenty of crazy characters while traveling the world with the circus. And since his parents are alive, they would definitely become some sort of crime solving adventure having family. I think they would make an awesome little mystery gang. Since his parents are shown to be pretty righteous, I also think they would have no problem breaking the law for the right reasons. They would probably do it pretty often too.

If the CoO come knocking, I think they would reunite with Calvin Rose who I imagine knew them in some capacity since they were both from Haley's. This would subsequently introduce them to Casey Washington and her whole thing. Dick would probably become a babysitter for Casey's daughter and they would take down the owls somehow.

I would also like to think Dick finds love in this reality. Maybe he manages to meet a canon love interest or it is someone else entirely, but either way it is beautiful and he finds happiness. They become a foursome of adventurers and keep going on Grayson family adventures.

I love the idea of the amount of trouble tripling because they are all together. I imagine this would give the JLA headaches too somehow. lol.

woof, that was kind of long.

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: topper's virginity kink - stop that, he's a gentleman about it ffs, he takes the best care of you , p in v sex of the protected variety, swearing, biting/marking, dirty talk, a little tearing up, kissing/saliva exchanged. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt four- virginity

character | fandom - topper thornton | outer banks

reader | original character - female reader, pogue!john b's sister & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 6.3k

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you've been dancing around the way you feel about him for a while now, but a Halloween bonfire at the boneyard + a few drinks might just change all that..✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

You couldn't stare at Topper Thornton any harder if you tried. Your eyes are glued to him like magnets as he tosses a football back and forth with some other Kooks down the shore. Staring is all you're ever gonna get. Might as well enjoy it. - the thought has you frowning to yourself and you bite your bottom lip as you watch the way he peels off a long sleeve shirt and tosses it at the sand.

Your brother John B happens to notice that you're distracted and you haven't paid attention to a single thing he’s been saying so he clears his throat and when that doesn't work, he bounces a green grape off your forehead.

Kiara snickers quietly. Sarah raises a brow and Kiara gets her off to the side, explaining what she was just laughing at.

❝ Wait.. she likes Top?❞ Sarah glances at you and John B, a brow raised. She groans to herself as she catches the tail end of yet another argument between the two of you. 

❝ She’s in love with him, actually.❞ Kiara shrugs as the argument between you and John B kicks into high gear.

John B glares at you. ❝ We discussed this. I don't even want that prick Thornton breathing your air, sis. He's not a good guy.❞

❝ We didn’t discuss anything, JB. You dictated, like always and I agreed just to shut you up.❞ you snipe, glaring at your older brother. ❝ I'm not involved in this stupid Kooks versus Pogue bullshit. And, ❞ you pause, a hand on your hip, ❝ You don’t know the guy.❞

❝I know him one hell of a lot better than you do, little bit. So what he saved you from drowning and he just happened to be there that time you took the Twinkie out and th' tire blew. Just because he felt like being a nice guy two times doesn't make him a good person. Stay away from th' guy. I'm being serious, lil bit. ❞ John B argues. 

His firm warning is met with a roll of your eyes as you decide you'd rather chew glass than keep arguing with the brick wall known as your older brother. 

❝ Would you fucking relax, dumbass? Its not like I'm gonna screw or marry the guy.❞ you yell, probably a little louder than you should have. Your face is on fire as soon as you realize just how many people your angry outburst has staring at you.

As you're storming away, you happen to crash right into Topper, the unaware subject of the entire fight you've just had with John B. He gazes at you in concern as his hands rest against your upper arms. ❝ You look upset.❞

You swallow hard. And naturally, the thought comes, bitterly, I'm gonna go all weird and quiet now. Just like every other time I'm near Topper.

❝ Y-yeah.❞ you finally murmur, ❝ Johns just bein an asshole…Again.❞ and you're staring up, lost in the multi-toned warmth of his eyes. You can feel your brother and the rest of his friends staring and you sigh a little. But Topper hasn't let go of your arms yet and if the look in his eyes is anything to go by, he doesn't buy what you're saying at all.

❝ Yeah, that tracks.❞ Topper finally mumbles as he reluctantly releases the hold on you, instantly missing the softness of your skin under his hands as soon as its gone. He gives John B and the other Pogues a dirty look and it's fleeting, he's quick to turn his attention back to you. 

❝ I'm gonna get going...❞ you reluctantly step away, instantly wishing you hadn't, ❝ Before he busts a vein.❞

Topper chuckles. And he'll tell himself that the only reason he does what he winds up doing next is solely to cause that, its just to get your very overprotective big brother all riled up, maybe it is. But as much as that's the honest to God's truth, there's a deeper reason he invites you to the Halloween bonfire tonight at the boneyard. 

He wants to see you again. He's like an addict, he needs his fix. 

❝ Hey!❞ he stops you in your tracks, ❝ There's a bonfire tonight..to celebrate Halloween, I guess. You should come..I mean, unless you're scared it's gonna make big brother mad.❞

You can feel the rage and frustration as it rolls off your brother when JJ nudges him so he doesn't miss what's unfolding.

You know you should turn him down, every part of you insists that going anywhere near that damned bonfire tonight is not only a bad idea, it's possibly the worst one you've ever had and yet.. when you open your mouth to do the right thing, the smart thing, and gently tell him no, ❝ Maybe I will, Thornton. Maybe I will.❞

You hurry away after answering, mostly because you know if you don't do that, John will come over and restart the argument you two were having that made you storm away and collide with Topper just now in the first place. 

Sarah and Kiara exchange looks.

❝ Tell me you were picking up on the way Topper was with her just now. Tell me I'm not reading into what we both just saw way too much.❞ Kiara asks after a few seconds. Sarah laughs softly and shakes her head. ❝ I think I have an idea. C'mon.❞ she starts to walk towards where you happen to be standing on the boardwalk as she glances back at Kiara and Cleo, ❝ We can wait for permission now or beg for forgiveness later.❞

❝ Wait, hold on!❞ Kiara rushes to catch Sarah, ❝What are we even doing?❞

❝ When I was dating Top...❞ she trails off and watches Topper as he's watching you, ❝ I used to be so jealous of her. I used to think that he wanted her more. I'm starting to realize I was right… and if she likes him back, I mean…❞ Sarah trails off, speaking up a few seconds later, ❝ Top is a good guy.. He deserves to be happy too, Kie.❞

❝ You do realize John isn't gonna see it that way...❞ 

❝ And we'll cross that bridge when we're there. What I do know is I owe him.❞

❝ Okay, so what are we thinking?❞ Kiara asks, watching as you watch Topper throwing the football around, further down the shore. 

❝ Everybody is gonna be in costume tonight.. well, most everybody.❞ Sarah muses, gazing from you to Topper as she formulates her plan. 

Cleo and Pope wander up to you as you finish your cigarette and thump its remains at the pavement.

❝ John is just being protective..❞ Pope speaks up after a few seconds. You nod, exhaling the last plume of smoke into the afternoon air. ❝ I know, Pope. I just don't get it.. Topper has actually helped out when we asked. Of the rest, he's the least biggest asshole. And I can't help who I.. nevermind..❞ you laugh softly and shake your head, ❝ He’s probably right, its not like a guy like that,❞ you nod in Topper's direction, ❝ Is even interested in me in the first place.❞

Cleo happens to look over where you were just staring right as you make yourself stop staring and Topper starts staring at you.

❝ I think you’re wrong.❞ Cleo muses, nudging Pope to get him looking in Topper's direction. Pope rubs his chin thoughtfully, tuning back into your continued rant just in time to hear you going off on a tangent about the way John B is engaged to Sarah and its kind of stupid to be an ass about Topper based solely on that. 

❝ I mean,  if he obviously liked me to begin with, he's totally a hypocrite for continuing to be an ass about this.❞ you go quiet.

Cleo snickers softly. ❝ There's one way to find out.. Go to the bonfire tonight. He did invite you.❞ she's challenging you, daring you to do something because she's gotten to know you well enough at this point to know that challenging you or daring you is a surefire way to get you to do something, quick, fast and in a hurry. 

You mull it over. You were already planning to go, you were going to hang out with Cleo and Pope. If things seemed off you could bail and you wouldn't be stuck by yourself because Cleo is your best friend and she'll be there.

❝ Come with me.❞ Sarah butts in, ❝ We're going costume shopping.❞

You raise your brow. Laugh softly. ❝ Now why am I gonna do that, hm?❞ you ask, shuffling your feet against worn wood.

Sarah grumbles. Then she sees the stern look she's getting from both you and Cleo so she launches into this long-winded ramble about just wanting to have a little fun, pointing out that you did promise your brother you would at least attempt to give her a chance. ❝ Everybody is gonna be in costume tonight.. well, most everybody. I thought it'd be fun..❞

You laugh. ❝Okay, fine. But I probably won't buy one. I'm a little too old for dress up games.❞ you're kind of scoffing, thinking to yourself that it figures the Kook princess would be into dressing up.

Cleo gives you a gentle nudge and you manage a tight smile at Sarah Cameron.

❝ I've got an hour to waste til my shift at the bar. No lingerie or cutesy animal themed stuff, got it?❞

Sarah laughs. ❝Fine. But you have to let me do your makeup and hair if you pick one.❞

You snort in laughter. ❝ How about you just be happy I agreed to tag along with you two..❞ you nod to Kiara as she leans against the railing around the pier, ❝ And leave me to my own devices with hair and makeup, huh?❞

❝ This is a bad idea, Sare.❞ Kiara gives you a dirty look and you roll your eyes right back at her. Cleo laughs quietly and shakes her head.❝ Alright, you three. Behave. If we’re going, we should go.❞

❝What's wrong with me doing your hair and makeup, anyway?❞ Sarah asks and you laugh. ❝It’s fine for you..I'm just not into the whole princess vibe.❞

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You're lingering hesitantly with your brother and his friends, infinitely regretting your spur-of-the-moment decision to buy the form fitting little white tank style dress and the veil and garter, but in your defense, Cleo dared you. And you're nothing if not petty, so given that you're going to the bonfire tonight just to see Topper and you know what your brother's always saying, you chose the petty road and tonight's costume is you, making a point. The thrifted dress had been longer 3 hours ago but all the tulle and fluff had been torn away from the rest of the dress, leaving you with a form fitting white dress that stopped just about the tops of your thighs. It's the shortest thing you've ever worn out in public but when you also found a garter and an old veil that you could use to form your own shorter veil, you took it to be a sign from the petty gods.

When you'd told Cleo this earlier, she nearly doubled over laughing.

❝ The flannel and combat boots are throwing off the whole costume.❞ Sarah clucks her tongue as she says it, giving you a once-over. ❝ I don't get why you had to destroy a perfectly good wedding dress either...❞

You shrug. ❝Deal with it, Sarah.❞

Sarah spots Topper as his Jeep pulls to a stop next to the Audi Kelce drives. 

Cleo nudges you but you shake your head. ❝ Not right now..❞

Sarah and Kiara have spotted your brother and JJ so they're gone with quickness and it's now only you, Cleo and Pope standing near the coolers and kegs waiting to be tapped. Cleo nudges you and nods at Topper.

You happen to look up just in time to lock eyes with him. You figure he's going to look down first so you're surprised when he smiles and gives a little wave. You pour yourself a drink and take a sip, almost immediately spitting it out.

❝ You are officially on your own, girl. Me and Pope are going somewhere a little more…private.❞ and now Cleo and Pope are gone, leaving you all by yourself. You shuffle your combat boots against the sand awkwardly and you're just about to head over to play a hand of cards with your friends Jesse and Alec, but just as you take a step in the direction of Jesse's tailgate, you're tapped on the shoulder.

❝ You’re here.❞ Topper's breath is minty against your neck and your thighs clamp together in seconds. ❝ I didn't think you'd show up.❞

You turn to face him, head tilted slightly to look up at him. He towers over you easily and you swallow hard, blowing at a strand of fallen hair. All you can do is shrug as words fail you yet again.

Topper chuckles, the sound is husky, quiet. A crowd racing past you both forces you to step into his body and as the wind picks up a little, you hug your flannel shirt tighter against your body. Topper notices this and with a chuckle, he pulls off the jacket he's wearing and holds it out to you. You glance at it, then up at him. He pushes it at you and when you don't immediately take it, he slips it around your shoulders. 

You can feel the exact second both JJ Maybank and your brother have caught onto it but you honestly couldn’t care less. Topper smiles down at you and because of the height difference between you two, he has to bend down just a little when he whispers ❝ I’m glad you came tonight. Kelce, he’s uh.. Been after me to just do something already but I.. Forget it.❞ he laughs quietly, ❝ It’s dumb.❞

You take a sip from the orange plastic cup in your hand and stare up at him quietly, nodding. Your cheeks feel a little warm, a little flushed and you can’t decide whether it’s from the watered down 80 proof in the cup you hold in your hand or if it’s from being around Topper Thornton, like usual.

Every time the two of you have a little run-in, you come away flustered then too.

Duh, you reflect on it, I'm always getting myself into weird and dangerous positions that somehow, he always manages to be close enough to save me from. And I wanna feel bad about that but it puts me in his path and I'm fine with that.

❝ I figured it was the least I could do, Top. I uh...❞ you shift your feet in the sand a little as you laugh at yourself and the sheer lack of ability to form words you’re suffering currently, ❝ I kind of owe you my life.. Three thousand times over, actually.❞

Topper snickers for a few seconds, falling silent again. By now you’ve migrated to a little bonfire further down the shore from the bigger one that everybody’s crowded around. He slips an arm around you and this pulls you straight into his side. Against him. You’re so close that the scent of his cologne envelopes you. As the two of you settle down in a spot on the sand, he speaks up again, gazing into the fire. ❝ I wasn’t keeping score. Y’know, you’re kind of a trouble slash danger magnet, right?❞ he chuckles as he looks over to see you pouting at him. You lightly swat his arm. ❝ Hey! That’s not fair! It’s not like I try to get myself in weird or dangerous situations, Top.❞

❝ Yeah.❞ he laughs, giving you that dimpled grin. You’re trying to resist, but the urge to be closer is driving you crazy. You lean against his side a little, your head resting against his bicep.

Topper’s breath hangs.

❝I always love t’ come out here and look at the stars.❞ you mutter quietly. Topper nods. ❝ Yeah, but the view at the lighthouse is prettier. Go all the way to the top and you can see everything..❞

❝ I’ve always wanted to go there..❞ you muse. He pulls himself up off the sand and holds out his hand to you. And that stupid, sexy, dimpled smile is back. You gaze at the hand he holds out and swallow hard. He’s grinning ear to ear. ❝ C’mon. We can slip away, nobody will ever know. I only come to this shit anymore because Kelce drags me.❞ Topper admits, conveniently leaving out the part where he mostly comes to be as close to you as he dares to get, lest he invoke the wrath of your overprotective big brother, John B.

But he’s got a foot in the door tonight. One chance to be even closer to you than he typically dares to get -aside from the times he happened to be in the right place at just the right time and he managed to keep you alive and safe.

He’s determined to take it.

You take hold of his hand. Biting your lip as you’re pulled off the sand and straight into his body. You’re only half teasing when you say it, ❝ Bet you take all the girls up there, huh? You being a ladies man and all..❞

He shakes his head. ❝ Nope. It’s somewhere I go alone, actually.❞

And you’d never own up to it but when he tells you that, you’re falling even more in love with him and you were just starting to think that couldn’t be possible.

❝ We’re gonna have to speed-walk to the Jeep.❞ you say it and through laughter, the two of you make a beeline for the Jeep. You practically dive into his passenger seat and he backs out of the spot he parked in as fast as he can, his arm around the back of your seat as he turns his head slightly, looking back over his shoulder.

You can feel those butterflies in your stomach, for sure. You know what you’re about to do, sneaking away with a Kook, is at best, a mere bad idea.. But for a bad idea, it feels so good.

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The stars glitter and glisten through floor to ceiling panes as you step into the little room atop the lighthouse. Your gasp makes him smile because he’d been hoping you might actually appreciate the view if he ever managed to be lucky enough to get you up here with him.

You turn to him in a rush, your chest presses against his as one of your hands finds purchase in the front of his favorite denim jacket, the one lined with wool. ❝ Top,❞ there it is, that sweet and sultry little purr that haunts his dreams, asleep or awake. He’s staring down at you, dazed. Because the moon is hitting your face just right and your skin is soft and dewy. You’re staring right back up at him, your grip on the front of his jacket tightens just a slip. When you realize just how close you’re pressed against him, your breath catches, a quiet gasp leaving your slightly parted lips.

He leans down, his face into yours just a little. A hand raises and cups your face after he’s brushed some loose strands of hair out of your eyes. ❝ What’s up?❞ he asks finally, the silence is too much for him.

❝ It’s so beautiful up here.❞ you mutter, raising one leg slightly, bent at the knee. He chuckles. The sound is soft. A little husky. Deep as the sound rose up from the very bottom of his soul. It gives you another little tummy flutter. For just a split second, you wonder if this is how awestruck Sarah Cameron had to feel when he looked at her the way he’s looking at you right now. And then in the next breath you’re doing all you can to mentally gaslight yourself that no, he’s definitely not looking at you like that.

You almost manage to pull it off until he shatters the silence. ❝ What I’m lookin at right now is more beautiful.❞

You gulp. The minty clean warmth of his breath fans your face as his moves even closer and the hand that had been on your cheek just seconds before moves to the back of your head. Thick digits catch against your hair. You melt against him and you try not to do it, but your eyes flutter closed as your tongue drags over your bottom lip. The ripped piece of lace you’d stapled to a headband to make yourself a veil at the last minute is lifted, raised out of his way completely.

❝ I’m gonna kiss you.❞ he mumbles quietly, his free hand settled on your hip which he squeezes and uses his grip to pull you into him even closer, as if there was any space left between you both in the first place. ❝ You.. If you don’t want me to kiss you...❞ words are frustrating. He swears under his breath and takes a very shaky deep breath to try again. But you don’t want to wait a single second longer, maybe at least half of your brain is convinced that this is a daydream and you’re going to come out of it to find Cleo and Pope sitting across from you in your usual booth at the Wreck, laughing their asses off.

❝ Are you crazy?❞ you mumble soft, your lips bump right into his as you speak, ❝ I’ve wanted to kiss you since we were twelve.. When I almost drowned to death and you saved me?❞ 

Topper blinks. He’d honestly thought that given all previous interactions, you’d panic and bolt. Because that used to be what you did in any situation where you found yourself alone with him. ❝ You.. you really mean that...❞ he studies you, curious.

❝ I said it, Top.❞ you mumble quietly. You’re not good at making eye contact for too long. So when you try to stare a hole through the front of Topper’s denim jacket, he cups your jaw and makes you look up at him. The distance between your mouths begins to close again. Time all but freezes and finally, his thick tongue splits the barrier of your lips. You keep up with him as best as you can but it’s clumsy. A little needy and you’re melting into his body the more the kiss deepens. When your lips latch onto his bottom one, he groans against your mouth quietly and the hair his hand is so caught up in is given a slight little tug. 

The two of you are light-headed, racing hearts and breathing for each other when the kiss breaks and you reluctantly pull apart, a strand of saliva keeping just a small hint of connection between your mouths. ❝ Fuck.❞ - that’s both of you mumbling the word in unison because he’d imagined what kissing you might feel like for a while now but what he’s just done went above and beyond his wildest imagination. And he knows it won’t be enough because he’s already pulling you back against him and leaning himself down into you for another one.

Your hand raises and settles in his hair, giving it a tug as you climb up into his arms, your legs circling his waist. The ripped lace of the flimsy DIY veil falls down between both of your faces at one point and Topper’s hand catches against the dollar store headband and slips it off your head, letting it fall from his fingers to the wooden floor of the room. You’ve rubbed yourself against him at least two times by now and you keep making these cute little whiny sounds that are driving him to the brink of his restraint.

When your mouth strays from his, seeking out the side of his neck, he sucks in a sharp breath. Hands catch against your ass, squeezing a double handful through a skintight white tank dress. He growls into your neck, ❝ We.. we don’t have t’ do this.. This isn’t why I brought you up here, love.❞ and it’s so cute and sweet and when he calls you love it’s just such a gentleman’s choice of word. You pull away to stare up at him. ❝ I know, I just..❞ you take a deep breath, laugh at yourself because you know damn well you’re rushing into this but at this point, it just feels like you’ve waited longer than forever. Maybe even longer than an eternity.

❝ What? You can tell me, love.❞ Topper coaxes. You play with the front of his jacket as you try to will the words out. ❝ I promised myself if I ever got a chance.. With you.. I was going to do everything I could to make you mine.❞ you cringe a little, it has to sound needy. It has to sound crazy, after all, every previous interaction between you both involved you making a hasty retreat.

❝ You.. you did?❞ he’s puzzled. Because he’s never been anyone’s first choice. He’s never been the guy who gets kissed like you just kissed him. He’s the best friend. Comic relief. The one people turn to only when he can do something for their benefit.

❝ Topper,❞ you whine out as you try to rub against him as much as you can and cling to his body, ❝ I want you..❞

He’s gaping. Stunned. Speechless. Because not only is someone begging for him.. That someone is someone he’s actually had his eye on for a really long time. Secretly, of course.

❝ I… I didn’t say too much, did I?❞ you ask quietly when he’s still dazed a second or two later and you notice that he’s not really responding to anything you’re doing. You frown a little and you’re just about to climb down out of his arms but he takes a step back. You wind up sat on the circular metal railing that surrounds the circular room. ❝ No. No, love.. You didn’t. I just needed to process.❞ Topper explains as his hands leave your hips, skimming up the front of your body, squeezing and cupping your breasts through thin fabric. When you start to rock into him all over again, he bites back a growl and thrusts himself against you so you can feel how hard he is through the jeans he’s wearing. And then he’s staring at you, eyes burning, pupils blown with lust. ❝ You’re.. You’re sure, yeah? We don’t have t’ do this right now, love...❞ he’s melting back into you, his mouth against your neck, tongue dragging the length of your pulse before he takes a little nip of exposed skin.

The scent of vanilla, of you and that sugary sweet cheap perfume you always wear, that fills his awareness, permeates the air all around you both. When his hand slips up your dress and he feels the garter wrapped around your thigh, he inhales, resting his forehead against the top of your breasts. The clasp to the garter was tricky. It was frustrating for him, especially when the only thing he wanted was to strip everything away that kept your skin from touching his.

❝ I hate this damn thing.❞ he huffs out just two seconds before he finally just loses all patience with your tight and stubborn clothing and rips the garter away. Your thin flannel shirt goes next, followed by his denim jacket, both settling in a heap on the floor of the observation room. 

With shaking hands you reach down between your bodies to unbutton his jeans and they settle around his ankles. 

He’s sucking your neck as he works the short and tight little dress up your hips, relishing all your little whimpers and whines and the way you're just so damn responsive to every little touch or kiss. His hand slips between your thighs and your breath catches, your head fallen back against the floor to ceiling pane of glass at your back. He cups your wet sex, rubbing his hand against it until you're rocking yourself against his hand, moaning his name and he can feel you dripping against his palm.

❝ Have you ever..uh, have you done this before, love?❞ he asks the question both not expecting your answer and preparing himself to be at least a little jealous, more determined to erase anyone else you've ever been with from your memory. ❝ No.❞ you breathe out against his neck as you work his shirt up and out of the way. Topper is frozen again. Trying to process everything, from the first kiss to now, when you've just told him that he's going to be your first lover. Only, his mind corrects as he feels himself getting harder at the mere thought that he's going to be the first, only, boy to bury his cock inside you. He never thought that just finding out you are a virgin would drive him as crazy as it is.

❝ Okay, look at me, love..❞ he's trying to be the voice of reason, to slow things down before they go too far. He wants to make sure you really are ready. He cups your jaw, tilting your gaze up ❝Do you really want this? Are..are you sure?❞, he asks, trying to get you focused on the question.

 But you're begging and the way you keep kissing on him while clinging to him as much as you can melts him. He melts down into you after releasing his hold on your jaw, his face buried in your tits as his hands squeeze your ass. 

❝ I want you, Top. Nobody else. You.❞ you answer quietly, cupping his face to make him look up at you so he knows you mean it and you're not just in the heat of the moment. ❝ You.❞

It's everything he's always wanted to hear and given up on hearing. He's all over you after it sinks in, lips against soft skin, hands anywhere he can get them on you. ❝ I'm..fuck.❞ he breathes out against your mouth as he crashes his mouth against yours, ❝ I'm yours, okay?❞ he promises, melting into you so much that you're pressed back against the window.

Your fingers drag over his abdomen as you take in what he's promising. You weren't expecting it, you're blown away.

You whine out in need as you tug at the waistband of his boxers. He chuckles.

❝ Oh no. No, love, not until I get a taste of you first.❞ he mutters against the shell of your ear. Thick digits hook in the side of your panties, he works them down your legs and when they settle at your ankles, he gets down on his knees in front of you, gazing up. ❝ C'mon, love.. open those pretty legs for me. Let me see what I'm doing to you.❞ he murmurs, parting your legs with his hands. As he sets sights on your bare cunt -and how wet you are, he barely stops a groan at the sight. You fidget a little, squirming in his intent gaze because he's your first. This is all so very new to you. You’re afraid that he's going to change his mind. ❝ Relax, love. I swear to God I'm gonna take care of you,  baby.❞

His tongue drags over the outline of his lips as moonlight makes your skin glisten, you're dripping for him and he's barely done a thing. He takes a pause, a few seconds to wrap his head around the fact that this is real and its happening.. with him. He's the one you've chosen to give yourself to and he's determined not to make you regret it.

His tongue drags over the soft skin, tracing its way up your inner thighs. When you start to giggle because you discover you're ticklish on your inner thighs, he chuckles quietly. When his tongue drags a stripe right up the center of your dripping hot sex, your breath hangs in your throat. He groans at the taste of you as it fills his mouth and two fingers join his tongue, stretching you more than you're used to. Your hand catches in his hair and you tug as his fingers and tongue fuck your virgin cunt to prepare you to be full of him. He mutters against your skin  ❝ Pull harder, love. If it helps.❞ as he buries his tongue deep inside. Your free hand curls around cool metal and you whimper and whine. 

There's a white hot ache that's creeping in, settling in the pit of your stomach as Topper works his fingers and tongue inside you. ❝ Top…❞ you're moaning his name like a prayer as you try to move your hips, desperate for more.

❝ Good girl. Fuck. Fuck,❞ he groans out, the sound of his voice muffled by the way he's got his face buried between your thighs. He stops to breathe - and to watch the way your head falls back and your mouth is hanging open partially, begging him to fuck you. ❝ Such a good girl for me.❞

You're so close. He can feel you tense up. He starts to slow down and you cry out for him, frustrated tears shining in your eyes as he looks up at you, his tongue dragging over your throbbing clit. ❝ Too much, love?❞ he questions.

You nod. He pulls himself up off his knees and steps between your legs, his hands pinning your hands against the glass at your back as he lets his boxers fall to the floor and lines up his cock with your dripping hole. As he fucks into you for the first time, you clench around his cock and it's so tight. His breath catches and when he feels you tense up, he goes still. Kissing on you as he waits for you to get used to taking his cock.

❝ Is it.. are you okay now, love?❞ he asks, gently cupping your jaw as you nod and start trying to rock yourself into him. 

This feels so fucking good, - the thought comes as you clench tight around him and he groans against your neck, plowing into you slow and deep. 

❝ –oh God don't stop dontstop, baby you feel so good. So gooood.❞ you're in the heat of the moment and all he can do is watch as you come undone, the sexy little sounds you're making combined with the way you clench around his thick cock is almost enough to make him come undone. ❝ Easy, love.❞ he coaxes, driving into you at a new angle as he lets go of your hands and grabs your hips, picking you up to slam you down on his cock over and over. ❝ I'm…fuck…I wanna cum, princess. You feel so so good. So good.❞ he's begging for it and he doesn't care, he's got no shame at all. You’re clinging to him as your orgasm rips through you and leaves you a fucked out and needy mess. He's thrown into his own orgasm, your cunt squeezing his cock so perfectly that he can't hold it off. 

You feel him throbbing, hot seed painting your insides and he leans down into you, his forehead against your tits while he takes a few sloppy thrusts. His mouth crashes against yours in a kiss that's equal parts sloppy and sweet.

Down on shore, the festivities are still going, you can see the bonfire from where you are as you slip down from the rail, the two of you helping each other redress, stopping to steal kisses or melt into each other.

As he holds out your 'veil' to the costume, he turns it over in his hands and chuckles quietly. ❝ Tiffany..from Bride of Chucky, right?❞ he asks and you laugh softly.

❝ Nope. I am a bride though.. since my brother thinks that I'm gonna run off to marry you just because I really like you and I stare too much, I decided to prove him right.❞

Topper chuckles. Then it sinks in what you're admitting. He catches up to you as you're about to open the door to the room and he turns you around to face him. ❝ I kinda thought you hated me or that I scared you because you're always rushing off whenever we happen to be alone.. thats not true?❞

You laugh softly and shake your head. ❝ I didn’t want my idiot brother to come after you. If he hurt you, I..❞ you trail off, a hand raised to caress his cheek as you stare up at him. ❝ I'm not trying to scare you or anything but..❞ you lean against him, ❝ I think I could love you. That I have for a long time..❞

He's blown away. He cups your jaw to make you look up at him as he takes in what you've just said. ❝ D-do you mean that?❞

You smile softly and nod. He holds you tighter, his nose against the crown of your head. ❝ He doesn't scare me. And he won't stop me from being with you.❞ Topper promises, staring down at you. 

❝ Wanna go back down?❞ he asks after a few seconds. You laugh and shake your head no, telling him ❝ I only came tonight to be close to you.❞

The two of you do make your way out of the lighthouse but it's to sit on the deck, you caged in by his body as he holds you close and points out different stars in the sky.

[roisdoherty]

Stoner Tea (1/3) 2.6k

The one where Rebekah’s solution to Bonnie’s panic attack is serving stoner tea at her anti-curfew party. 4x03

TW:  dissociation/panic attacks.

If you asked Bonnie how she got to history class—well—she’d struggle to answer. Her morning blended into one big blur. Someone else must’ve woken up, drove to school, and walked into first period because she didn’t remember a thing. It was like the times she sleepwalked, but worse because an invisible barrier separated her from the world. It left her trapped in a fuzzy haze, while everyone else buzzed in the background at their desks. Was she even there? Awake? In a weird lucid-magical-dream?

A yelp across the classroom tore down the mist that clouded her mind. Her head snapped toward Elena, who yanked a bloody pencil out of her shoulder. The black veins rippling under Elena’s eyes made Bonnie’s chest tighten. Elena was one of them now. A vampire. All because Bonnie failed to bring her humanity back from the Other Side before she transitioned. Grams had warned Bonnie against dark magic, had tried protecting her from the spirits’ wrath and succeeded that time. Then, Klaus kept pushing and pushing her to put him back in his original body and Gram’s grip on her hands had gotten tighter and tighter—no—she couldn’t think of that right now. 

Bonnie shifted her focus to the smug thousand-year-old vampire instead. Rebekah. She looked how Bonnie wanted to feel: like she didn’t have a care in the world. Rebekah offered a faux-sweet smile to Elena and slipped into a chair at the front of the class. 

The bell rang before it could escalate further. Good. Bonnie’s temple already throbbed enough without a vampire fight breaking out at eight-thirty. She needed one day where everyone got along. No neck snaps or death threats—just one normal day of senior year. Was that too much to ask? 

Speaking of normal; a new teacher took over the class and offered a standard introduction. Ms. Hawthorne: a newbie right out of college. She wrote her name on the blackboard and shared her philosophy about her approach to teaching, which centered on collaborative learning. “Teamwork among students fosters an environment where you can learn from each other, share ideas, and work together to solve problems.” It sounded like a literal nightmare. 

Bonnie rested her cheek on her palm and doodled during Ms. Hawthorne’s ten-minute rant about the importance of “peer learning.” But then came the big guns: middle school styled ice-breaker activities that required everyone’s participation. 

Ms. Hawthorne got everyone to write their name on a scrap of paper and collected them into the round whisker basket. The idea was to pair random kids together to interview each other so they could share interesting facts about their partner to the class. Students went up to the desk one-by-one and plucked a random name out of the basket hung at the end of her desk.

The exercise sounded simple, right? Except for Rebekah’s turn. The blonde’s reception in class was hard to ignore. First, came the bad. Stefan tapped his daylight ring against his desk, paranoid she’d provoke Elena into snapping. 

Everyone else had more positive reactions. Jeff Gillies, David Bance and John Albrecht sat side-by-side in the center row, wiggling their eyebrows behind Rebekah’s back as she stood up. Sarah Beasley’s desk screeched as she twisted it to face the Original vampire, and Savannah Davis drooled in the row beside Bonnie. 

Rebekah’s popularity had been pretty obvious since the day she stole the cheerleading squad right out from Caroline. But there was a difference between everyone smiling at you in the hallway and people gaping at you like you owned the world. They either wanted to be her or be with her. It made sense, really. A pretty girl with a pretty accent who made hearts stop when she walked into a room. She possessed this mysterious magnetism, that certain ‘je ne sais quoi,’ which all her family had in one way or another.

Maybe humans subconsciously sensed Rebekah's power and their blatant admiration and flattery for her was their way to submit to the predator.

Or maybe they just wanted to kiss a pretty girl. 

Well, that was Bonnie’s theory, anyway.

The one thing for sure? Everyone wanted the chance to be her partner—even Elena—who sat up a little straighter with a sharp pencil poised for attack. And Rebekah? She flipped her hair over her shoulder, graced the room with a knowing hiked eyebrow, and went to dip her hand in the basket. 

Stefan shot across the room a little too fast to be normal and swiped the paper out of Rebekah’s hand. He didn’t even bother unfolding it before he declared, “Bonnie’s your partner.”

“Liar,” Rebekah accused. “It says Elena, doesn’t it?”

He leaned against the desk in a pretty bad attempt to look casual and said, “Nope.”

“Hand it here, then,” she said. 

“Do you have something against Bonnie?” he asked.

“Nope,” she mocked him, halfheartedly trying to grab the paper. 

“Sounds like you do,” he insisted. 

“I do not.”

He shrugged and asked, “Then what’s your problem?”

“I don’t seem to be the one who has a problem. What’s the matter, Stefan? Afraid to let fate decide? I wonder why that is. Hmm?” Rebekah asked, waving her index finger toward Elena. Rebekah’s smug smile radiated superiority. “Oh—Elena—there’s a splotch of blood on your shirt. Wonder how that got there? You should really be more careful. I see why Stefan’s up here and not you. Wouldn’t want you to get a papercut, would we?”

“I’ll show you a papercut,” Elena said, standing up. 

Bonnie tried to defuse the situation by ‘spontaneously combusting’ the remaining paper inside the whisker basket. Grams’ pained face flashed behind her eyes, stopping her in her tracks. A sharp jolt rippled through her skull when she tried again, making her grip her pencil so tight that the tip snapped against her notebook. 

The crack caught the vampires’ attention.

“You okay, Bon?” Elena asked, eyebrows drawn together, 

“Peachy,” Bonnie replied, grabbing one half of the pencil and placing it over her heart. She asked under her breath, “Do I need to snap it into thirds?” 

Rebekah snorted. 

Stefan sighed.

And Elena flopped back into her chair.

Tension successfully cut.

“Okay, kids, obviously there’s history here,” Ms. Hawthorne said. “As much as I love teen drama, let’s all take a deep breath and calm down. It’s the luck of the draw, okay? No special treatment here. It’s designed this way, so no one feels left out. Now, Stefan, Rebekah, how do you think this bickering makes Bonnie feel?”

Bonnie almost laughed at the concern and offered, “Oh, I’m totally fine going partnerless. Thanks.”

“I don’t condone exclusion in my classroom,” Ms. Hawthorne said. Did she blink back tears? Great. Someone clearly bullied this woman in high school and now she projected her issues onto the nearest tangible target. Bonnie. “Now one of you two will be her partner, and that’s final. But the choice won’t be down to either of you. Bonnie? What do you say? Who do you want to be your partner?”

“Why do I always get caught in the middle?” Bonnie muttered. 

“My bad,” Stefan said, not-so-subtly nodding in Rebekah’s direction as he dropped the name-slip he stole at her desk.

Bonnie unfolded the scrap of paper and revealed a name scrawled in a familiar handwriting. It said Elena. Ugh. Stefan might’ve been dramatic about it but he was right. Elena and Rebekah? Talk about the worst possible scenario. 

“Well?” Rebekah said, sauntering over and placing her palms on Bonnie’s desk. “Who shall it be? Saint Stefan or little old me?”

“Guess we’re partners, Mikaelson,” Bonnie said. 

“Goodie,” Rebekah said, sliding the nearest combo desk close to Bonnie. “I’m so over their drama.”

Like she didn’t impale Elena with a pencil. “Uh-huh.”

“I know that look,” Rebekah said, narrowing her eyes. “You think I’m a wretched, heartless bitch. Join the club.”

“I don’t think anything,” Bonnie denied, doodling in her notebook with an ink pen. Black overshadowed the page. Creepy, wispy shadows that looked like they belonged at a death ritual. Yet she kept sketching, letting her subconscious throw up on the page. “Besides, I don’t have time for extracurriculars.”

“The point in this exercise is to speak freely,” Rebekah said, swiping the pen away. 

Bonnie rolled her shoulders back, watched the pen spinning between Rebekah’s fingers, and said, “Right.”

“I won’t bury a pen in your chest if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Bonnie scoffed. “I’m not scared.”

“So, I’m not even a blip on your radar? Is that what you’re saying?” Rebekah asked, leaning in close and bopping Bonnie’s nose with the blunt end of the pen. “That may be even more offensive, Bonnie.”

“You like cheerleading, you’re average at physics, and you’re a big on family,” Bonnie listed. “What else is there to know?”

“A lot of things.”

“Like your crush on Matt?”

Rebekah’s nose scrunched. “I think that died the moment I sent him off that bridge, don’t you? I realized I didn’t like him much, anyhow.”

“Oh?”

“Spend nearly a century in a box and your judgment on romantic prospects may suffer temporarily. No matter. My taste is back and better than ever.”

“Do I want to know?”

“That’s the point of this exercise, is it not?” Rebekah asked, tilting her head to the side. “To get to know one another better?”

“I guess so.”

 “Your enthusiasm is infectious.” Rebekah’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “I’ll start. First, my physics is flawless, thank you very much. I’ve recently taken up baking in my new state-of-the-art kitchen. I notice you clench your jaw quite a lot. Baking a great stress reliever. You should try it sometime.”

“You’re lecturing me on my stress levels? Seriously?”

“Don’t think of it as a lecture and more as sound advice,” she said, actually sounding kind of genuine? Rebekah’s eyes locked onto Bonnie’s, and Bonnie couldn’t help but be struck by how pretty they were—how blue—like the kind of shade you’d find in the ocean on a stormy night. How sincere. “You’re having heart palpitations even now with zero stressors. That can’t be healthy.”

“Zero stressors?” Bonnie repeated, scoffing at the thudding of her heart. “Hello?”

“Elena is being a brat today, I give you that.”

“I can’t with you,” Bonnie said, laughing at the girl’s purposeful obliviousness. 

“Oh, speaking of stressors, my brother “died” at the hands of your teacher. Mr. Saltzman was a threat to the rest of my family. There was only one way to take him out. Tell me you wouldn’t have done the same.”

“Can we not?” Bonnie asked, rubbing her temple. “I’ve got a raging headache. I don’t feel like being collateral damage when you and Elena brawl it out again.”

“I’ll have you know I tried burying the hatchet with her. I even invited her to—” she grabbed a flier and planted it on Bonnie’s desk, “—my anti-curfew party, which you are more than welcome to attend. Think of it as a clean slate. Let bygones be bygones. What do you say?”

Parties in this town never played out well. Not for Bonnie, anyway. Everyone thought they could kick back and destress and then someone’s body got drained of blood or a poor sucker got compelled to jump off a balcony. She got swept away to perform some emergent spell most of the time and didn’t even get to have one drink. What was the point? 

Just when Bonnie was about to say no, she caught Rebekah’s fingers crossed. And Rebekah remained motionless too, as if her breath were trapped in her chest. 

Huh. 

What was that about?

“Okay, time’s up, everyone!” Ms. Hawthorne said, clapping her hands together before Bonnie could give Rebekah an answer. “I want you to tell me three things about your partner. First, their name, and two interesting facts about them. It’ll make it easier for me to humanize you when I’m grading your papers. Let’s start with Rebekah and Bonnie. Hopefully, it was worth the drama?”

“Ladies first,” Bonnie said. 

“Well, if you insist . . .” Rebekah agreed. 

“Good luck with that,” Bonnie whispered, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat. 

What could Rebekah say about her, anyway? That she successfully transferred Rebekah’s brother’s soul to another body—not once—twice? Or she had a habit of napping during physics class and Rebekah only noticed because she liked to throw balled up papers at the back of her sleeping head? 

“This is Bonnie Bennett,” Rebekah said, starting off strong. “Aquarius. Some might say martyr. And she’s in desperate need of a stress detox. So, in the spirit of “teamwork,” I’m assigning myself the duty of making sure she has fun today. What say you, Bonnie?”

Bonnie did a double take and said, “Say what now?”

“Wow! Hold that thought, Bonnie. I need to capture this for my records. I can’t believe I hooked up a bullied student a new friend on my first day,” Ms. Hawthorne said, taking out her phone and pointing it in their direction. “Smile!”

Bonnie’s mouth dropped open and asked, “What is even happening?”

Rebekah smushed their cheeks together and posed for the photo. “So, that’s a, ‘yes?’”

“You’re not going to stop, are you?” 

“Nope,” Rebekah confirmed 

“Fine.”

“You won’t regret it.”

“Now, Bonnie, it’s your turn. Two facts about your new friend,” Ms. Hawthorne said.

“Stress bakes. Awful at physics,” Bonnie deadpanned.

An awkward silence stretched out, followed by Ms. Hawthorne’s cheery, “I’ll take it.”

Ms. Hawthorne moved onto the next pair. The next half hour went in the same vein. Except no one else got roped into being a pet project. Bonnie resumed doodling and occasionally peeked at Rebekah, who leaned back in her seat, humming low under her breath. The bell shocked Bonnie out of her spell. No one wasted time and rushed off to their next class. Rebekah stuck around, though, dragging the strap of her handbag over her shoulder. 

“Unclench your jaw,” Rebekah said, tapping the side of Bonnie’s face. “Your car is a white prius, right?”

“Uh—yeah?”

“We’re leaving after gym class. You’re driving.”

With that, Rebekah left the classroom, not giving Bonnie a chance to argue. Bonnie didn’t have time to process because Stefan came over with an apologetic smile. 

“Hey, Bon,” Stefan said, patting her shoulder awkwardly. “Sorry for throwing you to the wolves. I figured staying by Elena’s side was my best option today. Speaking of, uh, Elena’s emotions are heightened right now. She’s clinging onto anger, anger that’s honed in on–”

“Rebekah,” Bonnie finished for him. 

“Exactly. You have gym together and I was hoping you’d keep an eye on them. You know, give them a little headache if things get out of hand.”

Gram’s pained face flashed in Bonnie’s mind. “The last time I did magic, my Grams, she . . . I got out of control.”

“I understand, but—”

“She got hurt.”

“Elena might get hurt—”

“You don’t understand,” Bonnie cut him off. “The spirits hurt Grams to punish me. I can’t let that happen again. So, no, Stefan. I can’t risk it.”

“Is there a problem here?” Ms. Hawthorne asked from across the room.

Stefan shook his head, headed for the exit, and said, “No. No problem.”

Bonnie packed up the rest of her stuff and came across the doodle she drew. She inhaled. Grams. A distorted version of Grams who pried apart two halves of a shadowy curtain. Black veins traveled all the way from her neck to the tips of her fingers. And her eyes. Her eyes were like shattered mirrors reflecting the pain of a thousand cuts. The dim glow from Grams’ eyes flickered a beacon in the darkness that was a silent cry for help, a plea for Bonnie to end her suffering.  The violent imagery grounded Bonnie for a solid ten seconds before the familiar sights and sounds of the busy hallways distorted. An almost familiar warped lens settled in front of her eyes again.