#lol I’m gonna look away now. woah

[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode six :: THANK U, NEXT.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴max verstappen x ex!y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔y/n has come to save the industry, oh and max crashes.

fc – wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕max crashes and dnfs, shady behavior, i accidentally said w13 instead of w14.

y/n

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y/n heartbreak syndrome, 20/9 🫀 my sixth studio album is finally coming out and i can’t wait for u to hear it !! (i actually physically can not wait until it’s released i’ll need to be held down srsly) i’ve worked with some of my absolute favourite people in the entire world to make the songs on here and i hope that u guys love this project as much i do 🎻🤍 excuse the twitter jump scare btw i was excited sorry lol 🫂🫧

tagged: honeymoon, arianagrande, theweeknd.

4,294,104 comments.

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username LANA DEL RAY??? ARIANA GRANDE?? THE WEEKND??? OR WERE GETTING FED WELL BOYS

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carlossainz55 if you can’t wait what should i say bc i’m literally jittery

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➜ username real as fuck

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honeymoon i’ve never had this much fun recording a song 🤍

➜ y/n the honour is mine, mother.

theweeknd proud of you

➜ y/n ABELLLLLLL

➜ theweeknd RAHHHHH

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charles_leclerc THE WEEKND?? YOU LISTENED TO ME??

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➜ username CHARLES LECLERC YOU FUCKING GENIUS

danielricciardo BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS I CANT WAIT

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➜ y/n YOU ARE BABY IM SORRY 😭

pierregasly literally ran a lap, i’m too excited.

➜ charles_leclerc he actually did

lilymhe MY WIFE IS BACKKK

➜ alexalbon come on man

➜ lilymhe no babe lOOK AWAY

➜ y/n i say let him watch 🥱

➜ alexalbon 🤨

☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

y/n: GUESS WHOS COMING TO THE ITALIAN GRAND PRIX

honey badger : iS THIS A PISS TAKE???

my baby lando: shut up 😒

my baby lando: shut the actual fuck up 😟

chili!: YOU BETTER BE FOR REAL

chal eclair: REALLY OH MY GOD Y/N

alabono: PULL UP IMMEDIATELY 😁

PIERRE GASLYYYY: YEAHHHHH BOY

chal eclair: you’re coming to the ferrari garage first i don’t make the rules 🙏🏻

chili!: what charles said 🙏🏻

PIERRE GASLYYYY: UHM NO ???

alabono: c’mon now we all know where she’s going first

my baby lando: to the mclaren garage obv ??

chili!: no tf she’s not 😐

princess george: guys

chal eclair: ferrari garage or i run out into the track so i get ran over

chili!: oKAY RELAX 🔥

my baby lando: listen

my baby lando: i’ll be holding y/n hostage in the mclaren garage just so you know 🧡

alabono: see this just won’t work mate 🫤

princess george: GUYS

honey badger: i was gonna say rb garage but i’ll stay quite lmfao

PIERRE GASLYYYY: yeah let us know how that will turn out 🙄

my baby lando: yeah how abt no.

yukino: i will turn everyone into human sashimi if i don’t see y/n in MY end of the garage tmrw 🙏🏻❤️🔥

y/n: 😟

my baby lando: 😟

alabono: 😟

chal eclair: CHILL MATE

chili!: bwoah

PIERRE GASLYYYY: okay yeah no

princess george: GUYS.

princess george: y/n will be staying at the mercedes garage and hospitality

princess george: your welcome btw i convinced her to come

my baby lando: george william russell, i know where you live.

chili!: ?????????

chal eclair: ^^^^

PIERRE GASLYYYY: retweet

y/n: wait

y/n: yuki where tf have u been

yukino: i don’t feel like talking to people sometimes

y/n: retweet that

honey badger: real

chili!: honestly tho

my baby lando: real as fuck

alabono: still not over y/n picking george over the rest of us 🥲

chili!: yEAH WHY HIM HE’S NOT SPECIAL

chili!: HE’S BRITISH

yukino: retweet THAT

my baby lando: oH CARLOS YOU HAVE A PROBLEMS WITH BRITS NOW HUH??

honey badger: fIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

y/n: you guys are the most unserious mfs

chal eclair: bae george is not special

chal eclair: come home to ferrari 🙏🏻❤️

chili!: literally like ??

alabono: HOME?? FERRARI???

PIERRE GASLYYYY: ^^^^

my baby lando: “come home to ferrari”

my baby lando: i just had an aneurism

chal eclair: 😐

y/n: we’re literally gonna be together all day 😭

y/n: plus apparently roscoe hamilton is coming tmrw so

my baby lando : YOU PICKED A DOG OVER ME??

y/n: same same

my baby lando: BITCH 😭

honey badger: HAKSKANSJA

chili!: I CACKLEDDDDDD

chal eclair: LMFAOOOO

princess george: ROFLLLLLLL

my baby lando: we hAD A NO BULLYING POLICY

y/n: can’t hear you over doing my makeup while lily, carmen and kika scream along to lana del rey 🤍

my baby lando: i don’t like you.

y/n: liar

my baby lando: true

MAX VERSTAPPEN COMMENTS ON HIS DNF AT THE ITALIAN GRAND PRIX:

[iconicstoner]

I read your love bites and apologies story and I was thinking something similar but opposite!! Reader loves the hickeys and can't get enough of them! Like reader is always covered in hickeys!!! Maybe there's a situation with reader's parents or something, and reader uses it as a way to rebel or something! Idk! Just do whatever you want!!!

If you don't want to write this, that's totally cool!

💖💖💖

a/n: Thank you so much for this request! It was so fun to write and I hope you like what I came up with lol. I also am really glad you enjoyed one of my other stories!

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marked up

gn!reader x jasper hale (smut)

words: 910

summary: you decide to rebel against your parents by letting Jasper mark you all over, but it quickly turns to even more than that.

“Woah darlin’, calm down now,” Jasper tells you, keeping one hand in your hair. Your mouth is on his icy cold neck, leaving kisses everywhere. He doesn’t have blood, so he can’t get hickeys, but if he could then he would’ve been covered by now. He tried again to tell you to calm down, but all he could focus on was your warm breathe on his neck.

“You always cover me in hickeys, so maybe it’s my turn,” you tell him with a smirk. You’re sitting in his lap, the two of you on his bed, and despite the fact you’re looking down at him, he’s in full control.

  “You don’t like when I leave marks on you?” he asks, already knowing the answer. He gives that perfect smile that’s been burned into your memory. 

“I love it,” you whisper sensually in his ear. You hear a low moan in the back of his throat as he grabs you by the waist. He lifts you up and roughly places you down on the mattress below him. 

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna leave you covered by the time we’re done here. Everyone will know you’re mine,” he tells you. 

“I was hoping you’d say that,” you respond. 

“Why’s that?” he asks with a grin. You think back to the fight with your parents you’d had before you’d left home. You fell asleep without a shirt on, your parents noticed one of the hickeys on your chest, and they were not pleased. You assured them that it was fine. You still had amazing grades, great relationships with your friends, and your own hobbies, but they hated the idea you were having sex, especially not with someone they didn’t trust, like Jasper.

Jasper lifts up your chin, kissing you your jaw, bringing you back into reality.

“My parents and I are fighting about you again,” you say between breathy moans, “they think you’re a bad influence.”

“I am,” he said while slipping his hand under your shirt. You wanted to listen to his thick southern accent forever, hearing him call out your name in it. You tugged at his shirt, lifting it up. He quickly took it off, and you did the same with your own. Your chest was now exposed and he began kissing you all over. He left hickeys up and down your chest, your waist, your neck, everywhere. Anywhere he could reach your soft, warm skin he pressed his tongue to it. He knew neither of you would be satisfied until you were fully covered in hickeys.

He pulled away from you, slowly unbuckling his pants just to tease you. He unbottoned your pants next and pulled them off you, leaving kisses along your hips. He pulled down your undewear just enough to expose you and began to kiss you there. He licked your bare skin slowly, causing you to buck your hips with excitement. 

He moved back up to your neck, kissing and leaving hickies there again, but he kept a firm grip on your hips. His mouth trailed down to your collarbones, and left more marks there. You knew he was trying to tease you. As he pulled away to let you gasp for air you looked noticed a tent in his boxers, and you knew you craved him. He began to slowly grind against you, his hard pressing up against you in the most satisfying way, causing you to beg for him.

“Please Jasper, I need you,” you moaned out. He began to kiss and suck one of your nipples. You jumped in pleasure as he put one of his cold hands between your thighs, roughly spreading them open. He stopped kissing your chest, and began to kiss you. His tongue was in your mouth, his hard cock was rubbing against you, and you were in pure bliss. He pulled away from the kiss and pushed a few strands of hair out of your face.

“Oh darlin’, I’m not even done with my tongue yet,” he told you before moving back down between your thighs. He grabbed you by the hips and began to tease you with his tongue. He traced it along your inner thighs, causing your hips to jump again.

“Please, Jas,” you begged. You saw him smile up at you before begining to give you head. His tongue moved in the most perfect ways. He kissed and licked you everywhere, and you had never felt more pleasure. His hands were firmly gripped on your thighs, and his tongue moved swiftly. You let out shaky mones as your got closer to your climax, but his movements never faltered. Before you could even register the thought, you had already came. Your legs were shaking from the pleasure.

He sat up, brushing more hair out of your face. He wiped some sweat off of your face before gently kissing your forehead. It was hard to tell if you liked him more gentle and sweet or rough and dominating. You sat up, resting in his arms. The two of you peacfully laid there, skin to skin, for what could’ve been forever. He shifted and got out of bed, having to force himself to let go of your hand. 

“It’s getting late,” he told you as he gathered both of your clothes. “You should get home before it’s dark, or else I might have to punish you next time,” he whispered seductively as he left a final hickey on your neck. 

[holllandtrash]

secret admin| charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

newest ferrari admin is starting to show favorites and the fans desperately try to put two and two together (alternate caption: ferrari admin loves to confuse the hell out of ferrari fans)

scuderiaferrari

liked by yourusername, charles_leclerc and 311,988 others 

scuderiaferrari for the charles girlies, thank you rivayacht for this content

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danielricciardo any excuse to take your shirt off...you’re turning into russell george

paddockgf ...we’re getting a lot of charles content lately...

babyvetx i’m not complaining

yourusername nice

yourusername

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yourusername montreal dumpp

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yourbestfriend i thought you quit coffee

yourusername i need it to keep up with the boyz

yoursister miss you 💗 also tell c i say hi 

yourusername lol 

scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari our boys❤️❤️

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f1 the boys in red❤️

88ricrode0 not yourusername doing damage control bc she tweeted she loves Charles💀💀

julyseb the tweet’s deleted!! 

88ricrode0 MORE DAMAGE CONTROL

carlossainz55 we look good charles_leclerc

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yourusername

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yourusername bonjour

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yourbestfriend oh look she’s still drinking coffee

danielricciardo you left Montreal 4 days ago

yourusername french is my first language you idiot

youngpiastri WOAH hold up is that charles that has to be charles

f15ever i think that’s his watch???

gaslygirlies she’s sneeeakkyy

yourusername lol ya’ll are REACHING

foukart not y/n liking her own post from the ferrari account💀

liked by yourusername 

yourusername added to their story

paddockgf

liked by charles_leclerc, yourbestfriend and 2137 others

paddockgf meet y/n y/l/n, aka the girl who either works with ferrari or is besties (or more) with Charles Leclerc, we haven’t quite figured it out yet... 🤔🤔 leave your thoughts below 

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yourbestfriend did you submit these pics yourself? yourusername

yourusername you’ll never know

yourusername jk i have no idea how this page got these pictures lmao

ameera are we not gonna talk about how charles liked this post

youngpiastri no we’re defo gonna talk about it😍😍

oscarpasta so does she work for charles or is she dating charles

yourusername i work for McLaren

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scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari cheesin’

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landonorris ferrari’s newest driver?

carlossainz55 she’s not taking my seat

danielricciardo i don’t remember seeing y/n in the driver line up

paddockgf something tells me she posted on the wrong account 

mclaren admin reveal?

yourbestfriend lmaaaao nice one yourusername

post has been deleted

yourusername

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yourusername oops (still cheesin)

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paddockgf confirmed: ferrari admin ✅✅

yourbestfriend you’re an idiot, a cute idiot, but still an idiot

charles_leclerc i keep telling her that she’s not being careful

yourusername it was bound to happen eventually

landonorris so..NOT ferrari’s newest driver?

scuderiaferrari we wish

landonorris someone take away her access to the ferrari instagram account

charles_leclerc added to their story

yourusername

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yourusername life update: I will never be a professional tennis player

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danielricciardo i’m sure you handle charles’ balls just fine

yourusername please keep your comments on my post g-rated, thank you

saraf198 did not have danny ric confirming y/n and charles’ relationship on my 2023 bingo card

yourbestfriend you’re not even trying to be secret now

yourusername i don’t know what you’re talking about

F1WagUpdates screaming and crying we love this

charles_leclerc at least you posted on the right account this time

yourusername i deserve a raise for that

scuderiaferrari you do!!

landonorris stop commenting from the ferrari account

yourusername stop telling me what to do

charles_leclerc

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tagged: yourusername

charles_leclerc 🖤❤️

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pierregasly did you get permission to post this?

yourusername yes, he did

paddockgf FINALLY

yourbestfriend ugh love you guys

scuderiaferrari the paddock’s cutest couple

yourusername 🥺🥺

landonorris please for the love of god, someone take away her access to the ferrari instagram account

request are open

[nctsplug02]

[6:12PM]

GENRE: fluff, smut, parents au, pregnancy au.

WARNINGS: the word giggle and laugh are overused in this, milf and dilf to twins (ages; 4), reader is pregnant (5 and a half months long), gentle parenting, kissing, breast play, nipple play, fingering, cum eating, oral sex (F receiving), creampie, breeding, degrading and praising.

AN| i put the actual request in my drafts and i went back to find it and it was buried all the way down under like fifty fucking other drafts. i feel like a damn hoarder, i apologize for not finishing most of them. ALSO, i know this isn’t a mark dad au request but.. just enjoy LOL! <3

the water runs and covers up your soft moans and giggles as mark kneads your breasts. “mark,” you whine with a giggle interrupting. “i really need to make dinner and you’re keeping me from doing so!”

mark nibbles on your neck and you let out a moan as he nibbles on your sweet spot. “marrrkk, please.” you could feel marks smirk as he nibbles on your neck and kneads your breasts.

screams and something being knocked down causes you and mark to pull away.

“i said stop it!” one screams.

“and i said i don’t wanna!” the other screams.

“mommy!” they both scream and you turn around, pulling yourself from mark.

mark sighs and follows you to the living room where your four year old twins are at. “okay, what’s goin’ on?” you walk in the living room with your hands on your hips.

“mommy! minhyun was—!” your youngest says.

“mommy! minjin, he—?!” your oldest shouts over your youngest.

“okay— nuh-uh, we aren’t gonna do this.” you say making a mouth-zipping gesture.

the two grumble and then your oldest shoves your youngest. “wha—? argh!” your youngest shoves your oldest causing him to stumble back and fall on his ass.

“mommy, did you see what he did?!” your oldest whines and points to your youngest who hovers above him.

you gasp when your youngest smacks your oldest. “okay, no— no, that’s enough! mark,” you turn to your husband who watches while laughing. “stop laughing and help me pull these two apart!”

you sighs and attempt to grab your youngest before he can jump on his older brother but your hand slips from his arm and your youngest throws himself onto his eldest. you pull your youngest off your oldest and you sit the screeching boy on the couch.

you go next for your oldest but when you hover above him, he sits up and shoves you.

“ah— minhyun!” you gasp.

“alright, woah, woah. you do not do that, minhyun.” mark marches up to the boy and gentle pushes you to the side. “you do not push or hit your mommy, do you hear me?”

“i’m sorry, daddy.” the boy cries to mark but mark shakes his head. “you need to apologize to your mom, that was very disrespectful of you. i genuinely thought i raised you better than this.”

the sobbing boy turns to you and lifts his arms, you sigh and lift the crying boy up. you balance the boy on your hip and you wipe his tears.

“i—i’m sorry, mommy. i’m really sorry.” the boy hiccups and your heart melts.

“oh, honey.” you kiss his forehead. “it’s okay,” the boy still sniffles and hiccups as more tears fall down his fat cheeks. “now you know to never ever hit mommy, right?”

“mm—mhm,” the boy nods, his body jerking every time he hiccups. you bring your son and you sit him next to his older brother.

you lower yourself onto your ass and you sigh. “now, minjin, can you tell mommy why you’re upset.” your youngest nods, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “i wanted to w—watch paw patrol b—but minhyun said no and then he hit my arm a—and grabbed the control from me.” the boy wipes more tears that spill from his eyes.

you look at your oldest who shrinks with guilt. “and, minhyun, can you tell mommy why you’re upset.” the older one bite his lip and sighs. “i really wanted to watch daniel the tiger but when i told minjin, he said no and grabbed the controller from me!”

“okay, i understand that you both aren’t agreeing on a few things. why don’t we watch a movie that we all like to watch together, yeah?”

the two boys look at each other and nod.

“alright, my loves. can you both apologize to each other and give a hug to one another?” the two nod once again and they slide off the couch, coming together and giving each other a nice hug while apologizing.

“minhyun, what you saw minjin do is something you should never ever do. not to me, not to your dad, not to anyone.” your oldest nods.

“i love you two, very very much.” you say to them and you hug them both very tightly. “my sweet sweet boys.” you whisper, giving them both a kiss on the head.

you pull away and sigh. “now, should we coco, again?” the boys nod and cheer. “alright, looks like we have an agreement! i’ll have daddy put on coco for you two and then we’re gonna go back to making dinner, alright?” the two nod and sit on the couch.

you attempt to stand but the belly weighs you down and does you no justice. “damn it.” you mumble under your breath and then you turn on your side, pushing yourself up from your knees.

“geez, mark.” mark throws his hands up in defense with his mouth open as a shocked expression. “a little help would’ve been appreciated.”

“wha— baby, im sorry.” his voice becomes whiney. “alright, i don’t need another crying child. i’ve dealt with two and i don’t think i wanna make it three.” you go back to washing the veggies that sat in a bowl in the sink.

mark scoffs with a half laugh. “well, a little to late, babe. it’s gonna be three— especially with that baby that i knocked you up with.” mark rubs your belly and you tsk. “oh, shut up!” you shove mark.

“oh, my god.” you put a hand over your mouth. “i know where my sweet angels get their shoving from.. oh, my goodness.” you sigh and rub your temples. “i am a terrible mother.”

mark smacks your ass causing you to whine and jump towards him while holding your freshly smacked ass. “don’t say that ever, again. do you hear me?” you pout and nod. “good,” mark smirks. “i’m sorry.” he giggles and rubs your ass for you.

“gimme a kiss, pretty.” mark says, pouting his lips and wrapping his arm around the back of your head and the other arm around your waist.

you push your lips out and you go to your tip-toes, meeting marks lips and smiling when feeling him smile.

“m’kay, c’mon, let’s make dinner.” mark says patting and squeezing your ass, again.

“…mmhm, baby. and, i just wanna let you know how amazing you handled the situation. i’m so proud of you, mommy.” mark speaks to you softly while fluffing a pillow and stuffing it under your hips.

your mind is too drowsy to understand what he’s even saying, just too busy focusing on your husbands fat cock sliding back into your cunt.

“ahh’mark,” you push your hips back and mark softly giggles at you.

it was currently eleven at night, you and mark had tucked the boys to bed around 9:30 because 8 seemed a bit too early for their energies to run out.

you and mark had a short bubble bath time together but it was ruined by marks dick stabbing your back. mark suffered with blue balls while washing you and himself up before dragging you to the room and pushing you on the bed.

“nuh-uh, pretty. keep your hips down for me, alright?” you nod.

your back arches more when feeling droplets from marks wet hair drip onto your back.

“you’re so good for me, y/n.” mark says, grabbing your hips with one hand and using the other as something to hold himself above you. “so so good.” mark squeezes your hip.

“and, you’re not a bad mommy. i hear you say that again and i’ll edge you until i feel like letting you cum.”

you moan into the pillow tucked under your chin. “m—mark.. i’m gonna cum.” you pant. “already, baby?” mark chuckles and spanks your ass while slowing down his pace. “w—well, you’ve been t—teasing me all night—ngh!”

“mm,” mark bites his lip. “you have a very valid point, baby. but, i’m not sure i wanna let you cum yet.” you scowl, how could he do this? “mark, i’ve pushed two babies out of my vagina, this last one will be my third. if you don’t let me cu—!”

your rant comes to a stop when mark pinches your clit. “mhm, mhm. you were saying, baby?” you shake your head. “y—you’re so mean.” you huff.

“aww, don’t be like that. c’mon, baby, i’ll let’cha cum, go on.” mark says rubbing your clit.

an annoyed whine cranks up your throat and finally your orgasm comes.

“c—cum in me, mark. i wanna f—feel you cum in me.” mark tuts and shakes his head. “aww, baby. i’m not even close to cumming yet.”

you look back at mark with confused eyebrows and pouty lips when mark pulls out. “marrkk, why’d you—?”

mark flips you on your back and smiles widely. “beautiful.” mark bites his lips and reaches forward, his hands instantly grabbing your breasts.

“mark!” you giggle, arms squeezing together, collecting your pooling breasts. “you’re so pretty, you know that, baby?” mark says, tweaking your nipples.

“mark, stop it. just fuck me, please?” mark looks down and smirks. “you’re soaking wet, baby.” mark runs a finger down your slit and clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth and shaking his head.

mark leans forward and takes your left breast into his mouth. “you’re so beautiful.” mark mumbles, swirling his tongue around your harden nipple and moaning softly.

mark pulls away and rubs your nipple. “i wanna fuck your tits, baby.” mark whispers and stares up at you through his lashes. “m—my— you said my titties?” mark nods with a wide smile.

you bite your lip, “well, if you really want to.” you say with a shrug and shy grin. “of course i do, baby. especially with these big’ol milkers.” your eyes almost bulge from their sockets. “milkers?! what?!”

“that’s right, baby. i know they’ll fit perfectly around my dick.” mark cups your breast from underneath and jiggles your breasts with giggles.

“you’re not gonna fuck me anymore?” mark stops with your breasts and thinks. “mm, i got it.” mark climbs off the bed and runs to the closet, he retrieves this nude toned toy and baby oil.

it was a dildo. a vibrating dildo that mark had bought off an ad on pornhub. “remember this old thing?” mark asks you, climbing on the bed and turning on the toy dildo.

“is that—?” you gasp when mark slips the buzzing toy into your cunt. “hold that there for me, baby.”

your legs begin to shake and your moans become shaky.

mark crawls up to your chest and chuckles. “it’s been so long since we’ve done this.” mark says, squeezing some baby oil onto his palms and rubbing his hands together after setting down the bottle.

“say, how long has it been since we last titty-fucked?” mark says, rubbing oil onto your breasts and between the valley of them. “i—i think it was four years ago when i was pregnant with t—geez, i’m cumming!” you let out a shaky gasp.

make giggles and shakes his head. make uses the leftover oil on his hands and holds your breasts together. a whimper slips out of marks throat when he sees how beautiful and glossy your breasts are.

“fuck, i’m so hard.” mark mutters and slips his cock between your breasts. “goodness,” he sighs. “i almost forgot how amazing this felt.”

mark looks behind him and giggles when seeing you desperately attempt to fuck yourself with the vibrating dildo.

“i’m so glad your belly isn’t that big yet otherwise we would’ve had some complications, huh?” mark asks, turning back to you.

you nod and bite your lip while holding back from cumming. “y—ye—yeahhh, that’s gr—great, mark!” you hum violently from the vibration.

mark chuckles at you and shakes his head, continuing to thrust his cock between your breasts.

“amazing, love. you’re doing so well. just sitting here and letting me fuck your tits while you fuck yourself with that plastic dick.” mark scoffs.

“m—mark?” mark hums softly, tilting his head and watching as the tip of his cock disappear and reappear from the top of your breasts. “c—can we c—cum together?”

mark chuckles with a whine. “you’re the cutest, aren’t’cha?” you look up at marks eyes and frown. “please, mark?” you plead.

“alright, alright.” mark laughs, giving in.

a few minutes past and within those few minutes, you’re creaming over the dildo with mark shooting his white ribbons on your face.

mark moans lowly and dips his head back, his hips stuttering as he tries to carry on. “f—fuck, baby. gah!” mark hisses.

mark stands on his knees and smirks when seeing your cum-covered breasts. his cum just dripping from your breasts, down the valley, off your nipples, off your chin and jaw.

mark leans forward and begins licking the cum off your breasts. you moan and grab the back of his head, pulling at his barely short strands.

due to his fresh undercut, it was useless to be pulling on his short hairs.

“mark,” you giggle, lifting your chin when mark moves up to your neck and starts sucking all over. “stop.” you place your hands on marks chest.

“‘m sorry, you just taste so good.” mark gags a bit. “uh, beside that baby oil taste.” he rubs the back of his nape.

you laugh and rub his cheek, “markie,” mark hums and nods his head into your palm. “i want you to fuck me, again. please.” mark smiles widely and nods. “anything for you, baby.”

mark finds himself below you with your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on your hips. marks hips driving into yours while the two of you moan and hiss at the pleasuring sensation.

“you’re such a dirty slut. begging to be fucked in many positions in one night. i love it.” mark says through his gritted teeth.

“markie, i want you to cum in me.” you moan out and you reach forward, grabbing mark by the neck and bringing him down so his stomach his with your bump.

“and, i want you to cum in me, now.” you whispers in his ear.

mark whimpers and humps into you. his hips thrusting desperately forward as he whimpers wildly into your ear.

“‘m gonna put a baby in your belly.” mark groans, grabbing one of your thighs and holding it up against his ribs.

you giggle at him. “markie, i already have a baby in my belly.”

mark groans and shakes his head, suddenly releasing into you without warning. it should’ve been clear when his thrusts started to get sloppy, again.

mark breathes heavily into your neck and pulls away from you. he pulls out and groans, watching as your cunt drips with his cum.

mark looks up at you through his lashes and brings two of his fingers to your pussy, teasing your slit and then slipping them in without a problem.

“m—mark,” you gasp, closing your legs on marks hands. “c’mon, baby. keep’em open for me.” he says softly as he works your gummy walls with his fingers.

mark pulls his fingers away from your cunt and lays flat on his belly. “‘m gonna eat your pretty pussy, alright?” you nod, biting your thumb nail.

mark dives into your cunt and groans, tasting the mixture of your cum and his together. “so sweet.” mark quickly says and dives back in.

“mark.. i’m sensitive.” you whine and gasp while pulling on his long locks. “god, ‘m gonna cum, again.” you cry out and squeeze your thighs around his head.

mark pulls and grips on your thighs while sucking and lapping up your juice. his tongue slurping past your folds.

you go through one last orgasm and finally, mark falls next to you.

he’s all worn out just like you. the two of you breathing heavily. both sweating and sticky.

you whine as mark brings you into his arms. “you’re sweaty.. and sticky.. get away from me.” you heave and mark lets out a laugh. “just wanna cuddle with you, baby.”

you and mark fall in another bit of silence, leading the two of you to sleep.

[vamphrrr]

Hi!! i loved your tough love fanfic of clarisse! so i decided to ask if you can make a clarisse la rue , (aphrodite child) reader, but she’s not some normal teenager… she’s a princess if you get what im saying??? lets say that aphrodite dated a princess and had a child with him before she left, and so that’s where reader grew up, no one knew that the reader was a princess u til she told clarisse, she was really worried clarisse was gonna hate her but clarisse is like “Woah me mad at you? no way” and clarisse supports her! (Including some kissing, flirting, it would be super nice if the reader was shorter the clarisse probably up to her chest like in the tough love fanfic!)

notes ; omgggg this is so cute!! i’m so glad u liked my last fic i was nervous about posting 😭. also i’ll be making clarisse call reader princess too now knowing SHE IS ONE! they’re already dating in this. i used the same banner bc i’m too lazy to create new ones based on plot LMAO. i wrote this so soon but sometimes if anyone requests it might take me a couple of days bc of school and stuff! think i went a little overboard with this one. i should probably start counting how much i write lol.

%% are you mad?

in which your super attractive girlfriend finds out the secret you’ve been hiding from her for so long. also, she accidentally meets your dad.

— clarisse la rue x f!aphrodite!reader

warnings ; reader has doubts, tall & buff clarisse / short reader (again), flirty!clarisse flirty!clarisse, a little angst?, kissing, two swear words, flustered reader (oh how the turned tables), ooc clarisse? (i’m never sure if i write her right), one suggestive thought in the first paragraph (nothing happened tho!). a little too much background i think… too much father, did my daddy issues come out? made reader’s dad a king bc plot reasons, maybe more emotional than requested srry😭

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Sneaking off from your girlfriend’s warm bed in the middle of the night. For a minute, you wondered how’d that look to anyone watching. A girl hastily running from a cabin that she very obviously did not belong in, a long shirt —it was Clarisse’s— accompanied by small shorts, (which were not visible might you add). Oh and how could you forget, you were barefoot. Who’s bright idea was that? Oh, yeah, yours. Why?

Gods were you cold. Should’ve brought a jacket, you thought.

The bottom of your feet hurt, stepping on rocks and sticks and who knows what else would do that to you. Next time, you would definitely bring hiking boots or something. And a jacket. In the forest, you were far away from anybody that might disturb you. Pulling Clarisse’s shirt up until your shorts were visible, you dug your hand inside the pocket, meeting with a drachma. You approached the round well, splashing water mist being met with sunlight from below, creating a rainbow.

How? It was the middle of the night. Why was the sun inside? You decided not to think about it.

This well was old, dirty from not being used much. See, not many people knew about it. Apparently, it was for those that needed to talk to somebody reallyyyy privately, that’s why it was hidden in the forest, only appearing at night. You weren’t sure how that worked, but you stumbled upon it a couple of years back when you were being chased by wood nymphs for being out at night. They found you, obviously. Punishment was not escapable and you ended up having to clean the stables the day after you got your nails done. Yuck.

Now here you were again, this being the only place where you could speak to your father without anyone finding you. It’s not that you were embarrassed of him per say, it was that you really didn’t want anyone to know that you were a royal. I mean, how ironic was that? A daughter of Aphrodite, a Princess? Forget it. You’d get made fun of for the rest of your life. You especially didn’t want Clarisse to know. She was your girlfriend yes, and this was something very important that you needed to tell her about, but you weren’t sure how’d she react. You knew she wouldn’t make fun of you like others would, but you didn’t know if dating a literal Princess was too much of a deal breaker for her.

Being with a royal was too stressful, there was so much that they’d get criticized for and so little people that they’d be accepted by. Your dad was a King with many past lovers, Aphrodite included. The people loved her, I mean, who wouldn’t? But then she was gone, disappearing the same night she gave birth to you. Your dad knew of her, of this. He knew she’d be gone by the time the sun rose. Yet, he did nothing. Who was he, than just a mortal man? He could not stop a goddess from leaving.

He got with others after that, your dad had a lot of love to give. Maybe that was something that attracted your mother to him. Public lovers were not taken well, the people respected the King, sure, they just didn’t respect his partners. Constant judging, constant eyes following their every move, constant hatred being thrown, constant stress on their shoulders. In the end, they could never take it. Running away or completely disappearing seemed to be something they all had in common. Your father had to give up on love, small secret romances blossomed for a while, but never enough for it to go public.

That is why you were so scared to tell Clarisse of your status. She was smart, she’d realize being with you would not be worth the hassle. She’d leave you just like everyone else left your father. Clarisse was the love of your life, you don’t think you’d be able to handle it if she left.

You threw the drachma in, calling for the rainbow goddess to let you see your father.

“Dad,” you said, once the back of his head was visible.

He jumped, turning around. “Oh! My dearest daughter, you scared me.” He laughed a bit, looking at you with such soft eyes it almost made you cry. “Why are you Iris messaging me at this hour? Isn’t it time for you to be resting?”

You swallowed, a sudden knot appearing in your throat. “I just needed someone to talk to.” Playing with the ring around your finger that Clarisse gave you for your one year anniversary, you choked out. “I have this amazing girlfriend, she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me here at camp and—” You stopped talking, taking a small breath, not noticing the familiar figure of Clarisse standing a couple of feet behind you. “—and I’m scared to tell her that I’m not who she thinks I am. That I’m not this girl that just so happens to be a daughter of Aphrodite. I love her so much and I want to tell her about you. I want to bring her to you in person because I want the two people I love the most to meet. But how do I do that when I haven’t even told her I’m a Princess and that the only way you two could meet is if I took her to our royal palace?”

Your father widened his eyes, not expecting his little girl to burst out her feelings just like that. He sighed, glancing behind your shoulder. “If this girl you love so much really loves you like you do her, she wouldn’t care about your status.” Staring at who he assumed was your girlfriend behind you, he continued. “She wouldn’t care that you hid this from her. Instead, she’d try to see it from your point of view.” Moving his eyes away from Clarisse, he looked at you, eyes squinting in light mischief. “You should tell her, she’ll understand. I love you.” Is all he said, before he was gone.

You’re left staring at a rainbow, your dad nowhere in sight. Suddenly, a branch broke from behind you. Turning around quickly, heart beating rapidly, you’re met with the eyes of your girlfriend. You immediately let out a gasp, not knowing she was there.

Clarisse speaks up. “You’re a Princess?”

You felt your mouth dry up. With wide eyes, you respond. “Please don’t hate me! I didn’t know how to tell you!” Walking closer to her, you reached your hands out, grabbing one of her own with both of yours. “Please, you have to understand. I didn’t want this to ruin us.”

She stayed silent.

Silence was haunting, especially coming from Clarisse, someone who was always provoking people and boasting loudly everywhere. You gulped, with lips shaking you asked, “A-are you mad?”

She lets out a huff. Was something funny? Was she annoyed? Angry? Did she not care at all? Those were the questions running through your mind. You’d find out the answers soon enough.

“Woah,” she shook her head, letting you see the slight amused smile on her face. “Me? Mad at you? No fucking way.” She reached her free hand towards your face, moving away the strand of hair that fell slightly over your eye. “It just… surprised me s’ all.”

You let out a breath, relaxing and putting your head against her chest. “Thank the gods, I thought you were going to break up with me or something.”

Reaching out again, she placed her forefinger below your chin, raising your head to meet her eyes. “How could I ever break up with someone so beautiful?” She leaned down, your lips grazing against each other’s. “Why would I leave when I can now be your knight in shining armor?” Closing the distance, your eyes fluttered shut. Butterflies were in your stomach just like the first time you two ever kissed. Without your lips separating, she put one arm around your waist, the other grabbing below your thighs, hoisting you up.

“Ah!” you screamed, separating your lips, not expecting it.

Clarisse smirked, seeing you get flustered. “You don’t have any shoes on.” You pouted, putting your arms around her neck so you wouldn’t fall while she walked back (not that she would let you fall off in the first place). “Didn’t think I’d notice, did you, princess?” Teasingly, she used the pet name, now knowing how much truth was behind it.

You whined, pressing your face against her neck. “You’re so unfair. I’m supposed to be the one flustering you.”

“Awe, the princess is mad,” she cooed, letting her lips touch the tip of your ear. “You want me to get on one knee and apologize?”

Clarisse laughed when you let out a loud groan, hitting her lightly on the chest. Smiling, she knew the only way she’d ever leave you was if she was six feet under. And even then, she’d find a way to get back to the land of the living just to be by your side.

The only things heard in the dead of night were the grasshoppers, chirping their little melodies into the darkness. That was until you muttered sleepily, letting out a yawn. “I love you.”

Clarisse repeated after you. “I love you.” Feeling your eyes fluttered close, she followed it with an almost silent “goodnight.”

Now that you were asleep, she felt panic slowly rise, steps quickening to reach the Ares cabin faster. She could only think about two things now.

Holy shit, she’s a Princess. Oh my gods, I met her dad.

[roanniom]

Being Good

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Request:  Riding a pillow while jerking Steve off ;p - anon

Note: Wrote some of this drunk in the back of an uber on the way to meet up with friends for a party, so I like to think this is a very organic piece lol. If you saw that I posted this accidentally before it was finished, no you didn’t lol

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, pillow riding, masturbation (m & f), alcohol consumption / drunkenness, brief fingering/fondling, dirty talk, Steve is a consent king and wants to do right by you so bb boi does his best to be good, even though you make it hard. So very hard. 

When you stumble through your front door after the party, you yank Steve in with you. Hands on his chest you slam him up against the adjacent wall after he barely manages to get the door closed, attaching your lips to his in a particularly lewd, loud kiss. His back arches against the wall.

“H-hold on, baby,” Steve chuckles, pulling you off him and breathing heavily. “Slow down.”

“I don’t wanna,” you argue, peppering kisses on Steve’s jaw and neck when he won’t let you attack his mouth again. He chuckles and allows you to maul him with affection, pushing him toward the couch, but he grabs your wrists when you start to unbuckle his belt.

“Woah woah woah, none of that.”

“Why not?” You ask, so indignant that it’s kind of cute.

“You’re wasted, baby,” Steve explains gently, but not without a little chuckle. You shake your head too vehemently, throwing off your own balance a bit.

“No. No I’m not. I’m tipsy, promise!” You grab at his sleeve and try to pull his body back against yours but he holds you firmly by the forearms.

“You’re drunk, so no funny business.”

“But…but ‘m really…” you look around as if to make sure nobody’s listening even though you’re alone in your own apartment. Then you whisper. “‘M…really horny, Stevie.”

Steve’s eyes widen rapidly but then he barks out a laugh before kissing you fondly on the forehead.

“Now I know you’re drunk.”

“Whyyyy?” you whine out.

“Because for starters, you’re calling me Stevie -,”

“I call you Stevie a lot!” you interrupt, but he shakes his head.

“No, you call me Stevie when you’re drunk, my love.” Then he cocks his head to the side as of thinking before continuing. “And when you’re cock drunk, although I guess you could say that’s the same thing.”

“Stevieeee. Don’t say things like that if you’re not gonna…put it inside me…” you say the last part in a dramatic whisper. Steve starts to walk away, shaking his head incredulously, though you follow hot on his trail.

“Which brings me to the other thing indicating how drunk you are - you’re talking very dirty.”

“Y’always tell me to be more v-vocal,” you hiccup, almost offended.

Steve wanders into the bedroom and sits on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes.

“Yeah I do and it’s always like pulling teeth. Your inhibitions are obviously lowered if you’re telling me to ‘put it inside you’.” He says the last part in a mocking tone, mimicking your delivery. You frown and watch him straighten back up into sitting position before bullying yourself into his space and straddling his lap.

“But c’mon Stevie. I…I want you so bad. It’ll feel soooo good.” You do your best to entice him, arms wound round his neck, nose skimming his jaw. You swivel your hips to grind against him sloppily and he groans. “Can’t tell me you’re not turned on, too. I feel you. He wants to come out and play.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking killing me,” Steve chuckles, stopping your hips with a firm grip.

“No you’re killing me. Please. Fuck me.” Your words are desperate and your face is even more so. All doe eyes and parted, wet lips. If Steve wasn’t able to detect the haziness in your gaze, he might have relented. Might have fucked you right then and there. But you sway in his lap as you try to wriggle against his hardening cock and he shakes his head.

“No can do, sweetheart. I want you all there when I fuck you. Need you to start off with brains if I want to fuck you brainless.” He chuckles at his own uncouth comment but you pout, pulling your arms from his neck to fold them petulantly across your chest.

“We have sex when we’re both drunk all the time.”

“Well not all the time. And that’s when we’re both drunk, baby. Right now it’s taking advantage of you.”

“No it’s taking care of me,” you argue, grabbing his hand and pulling it between your thighs. Steve rests his forehead against yours patiently.

“Why don’t you go wash your face, get changed, and get to bed. I’ll take care of you however many times you want in the morning.”

“But I’m wet noooow,” you cry out. Steve’s eyelids flutter as he tries to keep from reacting to your whine and your words. He pushes you up to standing and guides you to the bathroom where he leaves you frowning at him.

“Fucking Christ,” he says, heading back to the bedroom, rubbing his face roughly to try and get a hold of himself. He’s trying his best to do right by you but you’re making it as hard as possible of course.

Steve undresses while you take your time in the bathroom, sliding under the covers in his usual pair of boxers. He has the lights low and by the time you’ve emerged he’s hoping your mood has muted.

But no such luck.

You appear in the doorway in a silk slip and panties, walking to the bed with purpose. Your face is freshly scrubbed, but the pout remains. Steve swallows audibly and clutches the covers closer to his chin, realizing that his struggle might have barely begun. Before he fully realizes what’s happening, you’ve climbed on the bed and grabbed a pillow, slotting it squarely between your thighs.

“What…?” Steve’s confused for only a second before he’s blushing a deep beet red.

You begin grinding down on your pillow, keeping eye contact with Steve as best you can.

“Sweetheart…” Steve groans and you shudder.

“If you won’t do it, I’ll make myself cum on my own,” you say, thrusting your chin up at him. Steve tries to look away, but apparently you’ve found the very edge of his self control.

The truth is that you’re not out of your mind drunk by any means, and he knows that. But Steve was once a pushy, pressuring boyfriend, and he’s long since promised himself that he would never find himself on the dubious side of consent with lovers ever again.

Your hips swiveling frantically down onto your little pillow though…that’s something you would have done without him there anyway, right? As long as he’s not doing anything, it isn’t taking advantage of you, right?

Meanwhile, you’re a vision as you work yourself up. Little pants fall from your lips, and a cute furrow forms in your brow from the effort. One hand fists in the front of the pillow for leverage while the other migrates, traveling up to grasp at your breast through the silk of your slip pajamas.

“Oh Stevie. I wanted you all night,” you whimper. Steve feels like he’s losing his mind, continuing to clutch the sheets up to his neck to keep from clutching certain parts of his anatomy.

“Y-yeah baby?”

“Yeah. You wore those jeans I like. It wasn’t fair,” you add, biting your lip. Steve smirks.

“My ass too much for you in those jeans baby?” he teases because it sounds ridiculous.

“Yeah but really it’s ‘cuz…” you screw yours eyes shut and shiver before opening them back up to stare at him longingly. “I can see the outline of your dick in them.”

Steve’s not ready for that. He hadn’t been exaggerating, you’re usually too shy for dirty talk. But now you’re speaking about his dick - you’d actively begged for it earlier - and he groans in agony. You take this as the positive sign it is.

“C-can I see now, Stevie?”

“See what?” he asks unnecessarily.

“Can I see it?” You tug at the sheets, and whether the tug was strong enough to yank them out of his grasp or just that his resolve was that weak, they slide down his body, leaving him in his boxers before you. And leaving his prominent erection clearly in view.

“Oh,” you say on an inhale. You start humping down into your pillow harder and faster and Steve groans, covering his eyes with a hand because you’re just too much at this point.

With his eyes covered he doesn’t notice you shuffle with your pillow up the bed. Doesn’t notice till your small hand wraps around his cock through the fabric of his boxers, stroking up the length of it.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Steve practically jumps out of his skin, yanking his hand away from his eyes and smacking it down on your hand to keep it pressed to the bed instead of his dick.

“But you’re…you’re hard,” you reply dumbly, the grind of your hips unsteady.

“Well fucking yeah. Look what you’re doing.” Steve gestures to your body and a shiver runs down his spine. “I’m…I’m trying to be good.”

Your eyes seem to melt in front of him. You twist your hand in his grasp so that you’re holding his now as you renew your grinding in earnest.

“You are good, Stevie. You’re so good.”

Your voice - hitched as it is with arousal - makes the praise inherently sexual, even though he’s pretty sure you mean it as reassurance. His cock twitches because, regardless of intent, you sound fucking sexy, and Steve’s other hand rushes to press into it, trying to keep it from visibly jumping again.

“Yesss, Stevie. Touch yourself for me,” you coo, noticing his hand on himself. You squeeze the hand you’re holding and squeeze your beast in tandem, letting out a luxurious whine.

Steve watches you get yourself off with hooded eyes. The lust is getting to be too much. He wants to do right by you, but how bad could this be? It’s jerking off, not taking advantage of you. He’s done this a million times before - gotten off to images of you - the only difference is you’re in the room this time.

And giving him visuals and sounds that are going to make him shoot his load harder than he ever would have alone.

“You’re a fucking menace, you know that?” Steve grunts, finally letting go of your hand. You squeal with excitement regardless. He sits up straighter against the headboard and strokes himself through his boxers a few times before yanking them down to reveal his cock, big and aching and leaking at the tip.

“Mmm Stevie look at it,” you moan out and Steve has to grip himself at the base to cope with the way you’re looking at him like you want to eat him up.

He does look at it. His cock is fucking throbbing. You were right. It does feel unfair to be this horny but unable to bury himself deep inside of you. When he looks back at you, you’re desperate, tongue poking out as you wet your lips and Steve’s had too much. He has to touch himself or he’ll combust. He raises his hand to his mouth but you speak up.

“C-can I?”

Steve reaches over to you and you grab his wrist, licking up the length of his palm. Steve groans. He’d thought you were just going to spit for him, and he’s still distracted by that when you suddenly push his hand between your legs. You have his fingers sliding through your slick folds before he can pull back and the sight of you rubbing yourself off against him, while simultaneously letting your eyes roll back in pleasure, has him gripping his cock violently with his free hand.

“Fucking - fuck! You can’t just - c’mon baby.” Steve’s voice pleads with you and you frown, letting go of his wrist begrudgingly. Steve yanks his hand away but does immediately smear your arousal across his aching cock, lubing himself up so he can fist from root to tip at a brutal pace.

“Stevie…” you whimper, watching the way he touches himself. “I want to do that.”

“You should have thought about that before taking that 5th shot with Robin,” he manages to tease through gritted teeth.

You lean forward and place a hand on Steve’s thigh, thrilled when he doesn’t move it. Your grinding becomes sloppy while you watch him jerk himself off.

“’m not drunk,” you hiccup ironically. Your hand squeezes his thigh. “If anything ‘m drunk on you.”

“Hands to yourself, baby. C’mon, stop making this hard.” Steve’s voice is strained as he practically begs you. Of course you don’t listen, instead sliding your hand up to cup his aching balls beneath the chokehold grip he has on his shaft.

“Don’t think it can get much harder, Stevie,” you tease with a cheeky smile and squeeze on his balls. Steve bucks into your hand and grunts, shutting his eyes against the image of your debaucherous need.

“Hands…off.” It’s more of a plea than a command, so you withdraw your grasp reluctantly. You grip the edge of your pillow yet again and shift your hips restlessly. You’re close, but getting more and more impatient for the end.

Steve hears your whimper and opens his eyes, taking in the way you hump your pillow with shaking thighs and glazed eyes. His hand blurs on his cock as he works himself closer to the edge.

“Fuck, baby. Can you play with those tits for me?” he asks, both for himself and also because he’s feeling guilty for not touching you when you so obviously need him.

“Anything for you, Stevie,” you whine, cupping your breasts together and squeezing. You gasp at your own touch and the way Steve’s eyes darken at the sight.

“You wreck me, you know that?” Steve practically growls. “Even when I can’t have you, you drive me over the fucking edge.”

“Want you, Stevie,” you cry out, rolling your nipples between your forefingers and your thumbs, riding your pillow with abandon. “Y’look so good right now. Wish I was riding you.”

“I know, baby, I know,” Steve comforts, not an ounce of edge or mockery to cloud his sincerity. “In the morning I’m gonna fuck you into next Tuesday. You won’t - fuck! You won’t be able to walk by the time I’m finished with you.”

“Mmm love when you talk like that,” you barely manage to say above your now open panting. You’re so close, and Steve’s words are sending you hurtling towards the end.

“Yeah? My shy baby likes it when I talk dirty?” And just like that the teasing is back. Steve licks his lips and slows his fist to a steady, agonizing pull. His tip is practically dripping with precum at this point but he watches you intently. “Enough to make you cum?”

“Oh god, can I, Stevie?” you whine. You’re breathless and postponing your hips into the pillow at this point. The straps of your slip have fallen down and you’re playing with your bare breasts, squeezing at them listlessly while you bounce on the cushion between your thighs.

“Do it, baby,” Steve encourages. And you break apart. You spasm over the pillow and drive your hips against it impossibly harder, collapsing forward with the force of your orgasm.

The image of you falling to pieces in front of him has a domino effect on Steve, forcing him to fall over his own great precipice. He calls out your name hoarsely ask he fists his cock, cum spilling out over his hand and onto his stomach. You look up, gasping, in time to watch the milky translucent-white spend paint his skin.

“Holy shit that…that was…” Steve can’t finish his thought because he’s unable to catch his breath, so he leans back against the headboard to try and collect himself with his eyes shut. As such he doesn’t catch you before you launch yourself at him, gripping his sides and dragging your tongue across his abdomen to collect all of his cum. “Jesus fucking - sweetheart, stop it!”

You lift your head up at the admonishment, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and giving him a blurry, cock drunk - and drunk drunk - grin.

“Couldn’t let you waste it,” you say matter of factly with a shrug.

Steve stares at you for a moment before chuckling and dragging you up his body for a kiss. You melt in his arms and kiss him back, grateful to finally have his touch again.

You kiss for a long time. Languid and slow at first but then increasing in intensity until you’re lying on top of him, grinding your soaked panties down against him.

“You’re hard again,” you gasp into his mouth when you feel his erection pressing expectantly into your abdomen. Steve shakes his head and then - only then - shifts you so that you’re lying on the bed beside him. You grumble at the loss of contact but watch him hungrily as he clambers out of bed and stumbles out of the room.

When he returns, Steve’s got a full glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen. He comes to your side of the bed and offers you the glass.

“Drink,” he orders. You haul yourself up into sitting position and giggle, pointing at the still very prominent tent in his boxers.

“But he still wants to play,” you argue, reaching for his election. Steve grabs your hand to keep it from making contact and wrestles the water glass into your grip.

“You’re fucking insatiable. What am I supposed to do with you?” he groans, but you notice the flush warming his cheeks and neck, even as you dutifully gulp down some water. Steve turns off the lights and climbs back into the bed beside you then, settling in under the covers. You frown.

“So you really aren’t gonna fuck me?” you ask, defeated.

“For the love of god, drink,” Steve grumbles, gesturing to your water before burrowing down into his pillow. He’d tossed the pillow that you’d humped over the edge of the bed to be dealt with tomorrow, so you settle against the remaining sham.

You take another sip of your water and whine petulantly.

“Why?”

Steve sits upright abruptly and grips your chin to look you directly in the eye in spite of the darkness in the room. You swallow audibly and he speaks.

“Because,” he responds, his thumb rubbing over your wet bottom lip. “Tomorrow morning I’m going to do what I said and fuck you till you can’t walk. And I was good tonight, but I can’t guarantee I’ll be as patient tomorrow. So I’d rather you not be hungover as I make you take my dick over and over. What about you?”

You practically douse the bed with water with how fast you try to down the rest of the glass in a hurry.

Steve just laughs and kisses your forehead before laying down and willing himself to sleep, trying to ignore his hard on while you work your way into his arms and immediately fall asleep in his hold.

~*~

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[hydrngea]

gyming

a/n : this was a very self indulgent fic that’s very unedited but i hope you enjoy!! this is gonna be a series of short somewhat connected blurbs of gymbro!rafe :))

summary : your first time at a new gym doesn’t start off too great until you meet your new gymbro. | rafe cameron x f!reader, rafe is a gym rat in this, reader is extremely thirsty and downbad lol, fluff.

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it took you a good 2 months after moving to the obx to try out the local gym.

you know, you know. there’s nothing really to be afraid of; you know how all the machines work and you don’t have to worry much about your form. it’s just now that you’ve moved away for college, you don’t have your best friend working out side by side with you. and it’s got you nervous.

you finally mustered up the courage after a long facetime call with her. you were gonna do it. expand your horizons.

you felt instantly relieved when you walked into the gym and it was empty. you always thought that nine o’clock at night was the perfect time to go, since all the machines and benches were empty a couple hours before the gym closes.

you look around. there’s about 4 people in the gym other than yourself.

there’s some guy in the corner by the deadlift platform that seems to think he’s batman;with a weird all black getup, wearing…combat boots?

another two are a really cringe high school couple. bleh.

and then the last one by the bench presses.

woah. he’s hot. you think, panning him from far away and taking him in. he’s literally lifting triple the amount of weight you can. you didn’t even know the arm had so many muscle groups.

alright, maybe this new gym isn’t so bad.

you find your way to an open bench and put your stuff down. you stare at the plates for a good minute or two and wonder what would be the best the start with. you decide on a safer weight to warm up. it has been more than a few weeks since you’ve benched.

you lay onto the bench and place you hands into position, puffing out your chest while sucking in a tight breath.

you push up on the bar and immediately regret your overconfidence. the weight moves too heavy, yet you still force yourself to continue with reps.

2…3…4..

you’re so close to hitting 6 reps, but suddenly at the end of the forth one your arms give out and the bar begins to fall on you chest.

you do your best to prepare for the blow, but it never comes. you blink a couple times and realize a pair of strong hands have pulled up the bar from you and a handsome face mirrors yours.

oh god. it’s him. the cute guy.

“easy there, sweetheart.” his gruff voice cuts through your thoughts you immediately fall in love.

he places the bar onto the hinges with ease and you quickly sit up on the bench, face burning. your hands are as red as a tomato from the right grip you had on the bar, and your wrist aches from the failed lift.

you pull your headphones off of your head and turn your neck to look at him, “i’m so sorr-“

you begin to apologize but he cuts you off with a chuckle.

“nah, what are you apologizing for? i’m sorry for not asking if you wanted a spot earlier.”

earlier? did he notice me earlier?

“this used to be my warm up.” you say with your head low, a small scoff coming out during the beginning of your sentence.

the stranger shrugs, “well for the first few sets it looked like you were handling it just fine.”

you raise a brow, not able to control the sudden urge for flirtation that comes upon you. “were you watching me?”

he crosses his arms over the bar and leans against it, shaking his head which caused his hair to shuffle a bit and his muscles to flex in the most mesmerizing way ever.

you’re sure you gawking at him and that you should probably avert your eyes from his body but you kinda can’t help it.

“of course i was. couldn’t stop but notice the pretty girl that walked in.”

you roll you eyes at the comment, shaking your head. “i doubt that i’m pretty.”

he scoffs. “you’re the prettiest girl in here.”

“is that because i’m the only girl in here?” you question, undoing your loose ponytail to redo it.

“you know what i meant, pretty girl.”

“mm. sure…pretty boy.” you test out the nickname and he smiles at you for the first time. you swear your feel butterflies all over your body at the simple action.

he takes a step out towards the front of the bench to face you. “how ‘bout we spot each other so we don’t get hurt, pretty girl?” he suggest, a lop sided smile curving onto his gorgeous face.

god. why are you so down bad for a guy you just met?

“why not?” you acquiesce, sending him your own mirroring grin in return.

you think it’s safe to say this won’t be the last time you’d visiting this gym.

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Earned It

requested?: no genre: established relationship, smut, office AU pairings: choi seungcheol x afab!reader, kim mingyu x platonic!reader (not mentioned that much) warning(s): smut, daddy kink, thigh riding, not proof read, slight mention of cheol pushing reader underneath his desk, rough smut, unprotected sex (stay safe), spanking, hair pulling, lmk if i missed anything;) summary: 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘭'𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 word count: 2.1k a/n: hi guys, im back, just decided to write a small smut for seungcheol, i got kinda carried away with this one lol, enjoy! xoxo

you were about to go out with mingyu on a night out, but before you went, you wanted to say goodbye to cheol. he was working, which was barely a surprise for you anymore. he was always working late, he barely ever had time for you anymore. he spent more time yelling at his colleagues on the phone then he ever did with you, barely even have time to speak to you. you walked into his office, your hips swaying with each step you took.

you were wearing a short red dress, barely passing your mid thigh. it hugged your hips and curves perfectly, showing off your flawless body. there was a split spaghetti strap, showing cleavage but not too much, and almost an open back, but again, not too much. your heels had red bottoms, painted all black. you and mingyu were going to go clubbing, so your outfit made sense, or at least to you. in colour, it was a gorgeous wine red, cheol’s favourite colour, small ripples in the fabric. as you walked, it rode slightly upwards, sitting just beneath your ass. the fabric was gorgeous and smooth, giving it a more sophisticated look, but still as slutty as you needed it to be, to be eye catching enough to make cheol jealous.

you knocked on his door before stepping in, almost soundlessly

“hi cheol,” you smiled at the man in front of you innocently. he took in your form, making sure his eyes kissed every inch of your body before they landed on your cleavage point. “i’m gonna head out now, i should be back later, I dunno when,” you shrug shamelessly, turning around to walk out of the office.

“woah, woah, woah. where do you think you’re going dressed like that, princess?” he drawled, staring at your ass as you turned away from him

“you don’t like it?” you spun back around, a frown splayed across your face.

there was barely anyone left in the office now, but people were still working. your plan was working as far as you were concerned.

“like it?” cheol took a step out from behind the desk that was, just about, covering his lower half, showing you his hardened length stretching his briefs, “oh no, princess i love it” he grinned, grabbing your bare elbows and caressing them slightly.

“really?” you spoke sweetly, batting your eyelashes at his comment

“yes, really. i would just like to know where the fuck you are going dressed like the needy little whore you are” he almost growled, moving his hands up your arms and back down again, grabbing your hips to pull you flush against him, making sure you feel his hardened dick.

you tried to rub your thighs together to get at least a bit of friction to relieve the growing need in between your legs, he smirked as he felt you move against his leg.

“fuck, keep moving against me like that and i might have to bend you over my desk and show you how much of a dirty little slut you’re being, rubbing up against me like this? what would mingyu say if you were a little late? do you think he would care all that much if i fucked you right here in my office?” cheol husked in your ear, you whimpered in response.

he smirked as he picked you up, wrapping his arms around your thighs. he sat back comfortably in his big office chair, sitting you down so one leg was either side of his right thigh, he held your hips, squeezing the warm soft flesh.

“you are gonna sit right here and rub your pretty little pussy against my thigh until you cum over and over again and your begging me to stop baby” he ordered, you nodded in response. cheol harshly grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him “words, princess, use your words” he cooed

“okay daddy, i’ll be good, I swear” you beg, rocking your hips against his thigh, moaning and throwing your head back at the delicious feeling of his thigh against your dripping core. your panties were now soaked from the way you had been so aroused earlier on.

cheol places a hand over your mouth in order to keep your moans muffled and quiet, after all, you couldn’t afford anyone walking in and seeing you two like this. cheol moved your dress further up your ass, stopping it just above your hips and where your sides dipped in. he reached his hand down to your pussy and moved your panties to the side, so that now your bare clit was rubbing harshly against his briefs, giving you the best amount of pleasure.

you swayed your hips against his thigh, grasping at his shoulders and letting your nails dig into them through the fabric of his rolled up sleeves. it turned you on to see your boyfriend like this, his veiny arms digging into your hips, guiding your movements against him. then, you got an idea, you wanted to pleasure him too, so you moved your right hand down to between his legs to palm his length through his pants, keeping on with your movements.

“fuck, honey, that’s right, make daddy feel so good” he groans out, throwing his head back to rest on his chair.

the moan you let out would have been painfully loud if you didn’t have cheol’s hand covering your mouth as tightly as he was. you were seeing stars as you felt yourself come nearer and nearer you high.

“fuck, daddy, gonna cum” you whimpered out through his hand

“good girl, so am i, gonna cum with me? yeah?” he groaned. he sounded sinful but angelic at the same time.

you let everything go as  you came, your nails digging harshly into cheol’s shoulders. He held you as you shook, slowly coming down from your high.

suddenly, you both heard someone come near the office, the person’s footsteps becoming louder as they neared the door. cheol quickly moved you into a standing position and shoved you down onto the floor, you know he didn’t mean to be harsh. you were now curled underneath his desk as the person knocked at the door. cheol’s chair wasn’t that far away.

you could reach your hand out to his lap without the other person being able to see as they spoke about work, so that’s what you did. you wanted to tease cheol, besides, he looked so hot talking to someone about his work. he always did when he was talking to you about all of the shitty things that happened at his work that day.

you palmed him through his briefs again, feeling him grow hard once again. he glanced down at you, giving you a small warning look before looking back up to continue the conversation with his colleague.

not long later, his colleague left, and you could tell that cheol was close to coming again. he closed his eyes and let out a small breath. grabbing your hand and stilling your movements with it. he gently pulled you from underneath the desk and up to a standing position, he came up with you, towering over your smaller figure.

“did i not tell you to be good? hm?” he cooes

“i’m sorry daddy, i really am” you beg

“just wait until i fuck you dumb like the little slut you are honey, turn around” he ordered, you did as he said, turning around so that your ass was facing him. you felt him press flush up against your ass, his hardened dick pressing into the soft flesh. “such an obedient girl when you want to be, take your panties off” again, you do as he says, he nods “good fucking girl, see, its not that hard to be good is it now?” he husks in your ear, you shake your head.

his hand grabs your chin roughly.

“what did i say about using your words honey, use them” he growls

“i’m sorry daddy, i can be good, i promise”  you whimper, he lets go of your chin

“that’s what i thought, good girl, next time i wont be so nice about it. now bend over so i can see that pretty little pussy of yours”

“yes daddy” you say, doing as he says and bending yourself over, placing your upper half on the desk you were just underneath, giving a handjob to your sexy boyfriend

“such a good fucking girl” he groans, you yelp as a harsh slap lands itself on your ass

you feel another and another until he eventually stops, smiling down at you and pulling down his pants. he pumps himself a few times before pressing his hardened tip to your entrance, precum and the cum from not long ago sticking to his large dick.

he teases you as he pushes himself into you agonizingly slowly, but eventually he was fully inside of you. before you knew it, his tie was off, and he was shoving his fingers in your mouth to open it. he tied the tie around the back of your head, it was in your mouth, acting like a gag.

you moaned as you felt him start to move, pulling almost entirely out of you before slamming right the way back into you harshly. he snapped his hips faster and faster as he grabbed both of your hands, pulling them above your head, taking you from the behind.

“i bet you fucking like this don’t you, you slut? having daddy take you from the behind as punishment for your actions, being so needy that you couldn’t wait a few more hours for me to fuck you dumb like the little whore you are. so fucking needy huh?” he drawls out into your ear, you moan out in response, too fucked out to respond “aw, look at my poor baby, too fucked out to respond to a simple question daddy asks you, huh?” you nod in response “yeah? well maybe i’ll just have to fuck you harder so you can’t respond to anyone for the rest of the night, yeah? how do you think everyone would feel about that? my girl being too fucked out by her own boyfriend to answer a question they ask her huh?” he starts pounding into you faster and a lot more harder, making sure his massive cock hits the spot deep inside of you that makes you feel pure ecstasy and see a ton of stars clouding your vision. he holds your wrists above your head with one of his hands, while the other grabbed a handful of your hair and snapping your head back harshly, you moaned out loudly in response, making cheol grin widely.

the only sound that could be heard bouncing off of the office walls was skin against skin and your wetness taking his cock perfectly, fitting him snug inside of you as you clenched around his dick.

“look at you, taking my dick so fucking well, huh? maybe we should do this more often, what do you think?”

“yes daddy, please, gonna cum” you whined out pathetically, your voice being muffled slightly by the tie.

“you can cum since you’ve been such a good girl and taken daddy’s cock like the good little slut you are” he groans out, throwing his head back.

you cum harder than before, your pussy clenching around cheol’s dick, your body spasming from the intensity of your orgasm. he came not long after, pulling out and replacing his dick with his fingers to push his warm seed back inside of you.

“here’s what you’re gonna do” he pulls you up and turns you around so that you are now sat on top of his desk, “you, are gonna go out with mingyu, with my cum buried inside of you, and if you manage to keep all of it inside of you, i’ll reward you later. sound good?” he says as he unties the tie from your mouth and pulls your panties back up, pulling your dress down to cover yourself. he had already gotten himself redressed.

“yes daddy” you mutter under your breath, he smiles and lifts your chin up to look at him

“good, now go and doll yourself up again, and have fun. i’ll send you some money, okay?” he pecks your nose

“you don’t have to-“ you try to protest

“i want to, princess, now go” he pecks your lips before getting you to stand up.

you make your way over to the door, but just as you leave, you feel a playful slap on your ass again

“cheol!” you almost screech

“i couldn’t help myself” he shrugs, wrapping his arms around your shoulders “ass looks so good in that dress” he shoves his face into your neck

“i know” you smile cheekily

“damn princess, your ego is bigger than my dick” he brings his head back up to look you in the eyes

“well now it just got even bigger” you smrik

“so did my dick” he says sincerely

“choi seuncheol!”

[whyse7vn]

BREAKING POINT -

[ ot7 x reader ]

this is like super short pls forgive me tan twitter tl for context

tan on twitter!!!

8 participants - 8 online

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tae: yoongi pls unblock me on twitter

yoongi: kill yourself

tae: i tried guys why doesn’t he love me 💔

y/n: that was a pathetic try

tae: guess what

y/n: what?

tae: ligma man..

y/n: ligma??

jimin: no way 😭

jk: baby…

namjoon: really

y/n: WHAT???

jin: i’m with her

wtf you guys on about??

hobi: this is a sad day

tae: LIGMA FUCKING BALLS BITCH

y/n: drown

jimin: ur fault tbh

hobi: real

y/n: leave me alone

jin: look you made her upset idiots

y/n: IM NOT UPSET

hobi: cheer up baby ❤️

namjoon: it’s okay tae upsets me all the time

y/n: im fine

hobi: bts song

jk: i know bts

tae: me 2

y/n: i want to stab you with a pencil

tae: watch out namjoon

namjoon: she is definitely talking to you

tae: proof?

hobi: bts?

jimin: i’m gonna bts outta you shut the fuck up

hobi: aw man :/

jk: bts?

jin: beat the shit

tae: beat MY shit

jk: woah

yoongi: he actually needs to kill himself wow

tae: @y/n u 2

y/n: LEAVE ME ALONE

jimin: she’s mad

y/n: I’M NOT MAD

jin: y/n are you still with that scoups guy?

namjoon: didn’t we just find out they we’re together like a week ago?

jk: WE DID????

jin: she moves on fast tho so idk

y/n: NO I DONT????

jimin: yoongi mingyu jk scoups mark wonho minho san all of us

there’s more hold on i’m thinking

hobi: all of us?

jk: say sike…

y/n: ARE YOU FUCKING SICK???????

jin: woah major slut alertttttt

namjoon: shut up

y/n: ONLY LIKE 4 OF THOSE NAMES ARE RIGHT

jk: what

y/n: AND IVE ONLY FUCKED 2 OF THEM SO KILL YOURSELF LEAVE ME ALONE

yoongi: she’s a grown woman

y/n: RIGHT

sorry i’m hot as fuck and pull bitches it’s not my fault

jin: u mid

y/n: ur 30

jin: ok please leave me alone i’m sorry

tae: my body count is also 2

jimin: -2

tae: ummmm?

jk: i’ve killed no one

i could of but don’t worry

namjoon: ??

hobi: fyi she did not deny being with scoups

jimin: TRUE

jk: NO

y/n: i deny it

jimin: too late we know

jin: SLUT

sorry

pls i’m sorry i didn’t mean it pls don’t be mean to me

please oh my god i’m sorry it slipped out

love u

please

y/n: THIS IS NOT FEMINISM

namjoon: it’s okay if ur with him

jk: NO ITS NOT STOP SAYING THAT WHATS UR FUCKING ISSUE STUPID STUPID STUPID

y/n: IM NOT

tae: who have you fucked

yoongi: are you stupid?

tae: no i’m curious

hobi: OH IM CURIOUS YEAH

wow i love shinee

y/n can you please start talking to minho again and then get married to him so i can be at his wedding and we can be forever connected

jk: SHUT UR MOUTH

y/n: you guys know so much about my relationship life it actually makes me want to throw up

jimin: ur easy to stalk

hobi: she’s fucked jk and yoongi

tae: and me

jin: in dreams doesn’t count

yoongi: lol

tae: LOL AWAY FROM ME YOU NASTY BITCH

U THINK UR WINNING BUT UR FUCKING NOT

WHEN ME AND Y/N GET MARRIED IT WILL BE ME KIM TAEHYUNG WHO LOLS IN UR FUCKING FACE

YOU RAT

yoongi: L

tae: no

yoongi: O

tae: YOU FUCKING STOP RIGJT NOW MIN YOONGI

yoongi: L

tae: 6pm seoul south korea apartment block C floor 7 door number 279 a ak47 a man a mask and a fucking dream

namjoon: wow ok that’s great!!

nice vogue shoot btw jungkook!

jk: I WILL NOT FUCK U GO AWAY

namjoon: oh my fucking god

hobi: scottish pride!!

jimin: ???

hobi: was he not wearing a kilt?

jimin: a what?

hobi: killing myself

jin: why they put you in that dirty ass bathroom omg?

tae: dirty shoot for a dirty man

jin: ?

tae: what?

jin: just a bit crazy coming from u

y/n: tae you need to shower

tae: you in love

ha

fucking bitch

jin: do you fuck her or fight her damn?

jimin: right he’s pissing me off

tae: can you leave me alone i’m going through a lot rn

jk: dick

tae: ??

jk: a lot of dick

yoongi: lmao

namjoon: he likes men?

hobi: ewwwwwwwwwwww

jimin: homophobia?????????

jk: yes so he’s going through them

cuz he does not like y/n

yoongi: you say this like every 2 weeks

jk: because it is true

y/n: thank god

jk: no thank men

hobi: thx men

jin: so it’s not jimin?

jimin: what??

tae: i’ve never touched another man let alone sleep with one

hobi: amen

y/n: now that is just not true

namjoon: who cares

tae: I DO

hobi: no one will ever say those words to you

jin: i will

tae: fr 🥲?

jin: LOL

tae: ok kys

and fuck that bitch y/n

yoongi: have

tae left “tan on twitter”

hobi: cuteness overload ^_^

y/n: what crawled up his ass today tf

jk: hi do you need me do you want me do you love me

namjoon: can we just talk about life or like

jin: let me guess trees?

jimin: weed?

jk: OH MY GOD NAMJOON WANTS TO TALK ABOUT WEED

hobi: life is a downward spiral noting matters we are all slowly dying the government hates us money is worthless drugs are all around our water is running out

jk: where is it running out of

let’s catch it

y/n: tae was being super weird right?

hobi: super shy

namjoom: what’s new

hobi: new hair

namjoon: stop

hobi: forgive me master

namjoon: i’m at my breaking point

jimin: breaking bad

jin: drugs?

jimin: it all links back to namjoon…

jk: omgggggg namjoon is this true……..

namjoon: LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE

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pls lmk if you like the twitter concept idk if i’m feeling her yet but if you guys are i will do more idk trying to be different 🙈

[that1emowitch]

Suit Shopping

Prompt by @shinekocreator : "Hear me out: the batsiblings going suit shopping with Dick. Fluffy engaged birdflash. Maybe something around planning the wedding. Also some batsiblings being siblings"

A/N: I had a random burst of inspiration at 10 pm and suddenly wrote this whole this lol

Words: 3006

LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE A PART 2!

TW: None, I think. It's all pretty fluffy. Lmk if I missed smth

“I still think he’ll look prettier in purple,” Steph holds up her phone, showing an image of a bright purple suit. “Like, look at that! All it needs is some glitter.”

“Tt.” Damian scowls at her. “Everyone knows weddings are supposed to be black-and-white.”

“Yeah, the purple looks like the Joker,” Jason points out, nodding. “But hear me out: Red.”

Damian shouts again in protest, basically jumping on Jason. The two start fighting, pulling each-other’s hair and yelling.

“You sure you want them to help, Rob?” Wally shakes his head, his arms wrapped around Dick’s waist as the pair stands just a few feet away, looking at the Bats trying to kill each other.

Dick sighed, resting his head on his boyfriend— no, fiance’s shoulder. “They’re not really giving me a choice, honestly. But this’ll be fun, I’m sure!”

Wally chuckles. “Yeah, Bart and Barry are insisting to come shopping with me, too. So is Iris, actually.” He pulls away from Dick after placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “I’d better get going. Have fun!”

“You too!” Dick smiles as he watches his beloved speed off— he is the fastest man alive, after all. Then Cass walks up to him, gesturing to Damian, Steph, and Jason, then pushing her right hand towards the webbed part of her left in the sign for “annoying”.

He just chuckles, shaking his head. “Just have to wait for Duke and Tim, now, huh?”

Cass smiles and points behind him— where Duke has just entered the living room through the Batcave. “Hey, D,” He waves his hand in greeting as he walks up to them. He gives Damian and Jason— the latter of who is now pinning the younger against a wall with a gun raised— a long look. “What is going on?”

Cass just makes the “annoying” ASL sign again.

“DUKE!” Steph suddenly jumps on him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “I am so glad you’re here, you’re the only sensible one in this house! Which color do you think Dick’s suit should be?”

She shows him three photos— one exquisite, expensive purple suit made of leather, and two cheap thrift-store black and red suits.

Duke hesitates, carefully extracting himself from the blonde. “Uhh… Don’t you think Dick should decide? It is his wedding.”

“Thank you,” Dick says, pulling Duke closer. 

“Heathens, all of you,” Steph shakes her head, disappointed.

That’s when Tim finally enters through the front door— being carried by Kon. Tim quickly jumps out of Kon’s arms, beet red, when he realizes his siblings are already here, and watching. Jon trails after the pair, instantly brightening up when he sees Damian.

Damian stops fighting with Jason just to greet Jon. Suddenly, the young Super flies into Damian, wrapping himself around the Bat, yapping away excitedly.

Everyone in the room freezes.

Oh no, poor Jon is so dead… Dick thinks.

Then.

Damian awkwardly raises his arm and pats Jon on the back, half-hugging him.

Jon pulls away in a second then runs to Dick. “Is it true? You’re getting married? How does it work? Are you excited? Where’s your ring? When’s the wedding? Are you gonna have a b—”

“Woah, woah there!” Dick laughs a little, showing off his ring— a thin gold strand with a Robin on it. “Yeah, I’m engaged to Wally. You know, Flash.” 

“WOAH…” Jon’s eyes are wide with awe. Damian pulls him away, tutting. 

“Tt. You must be real naive if you don’t know how weddings work.”

“Whatever, man, I just wanna go to the mall.” Jon smiles and shrugs. 

Dick smiles back, proud of his Baby Bat for making a good friend. “So,” He claps his hands, getting everyone’s attention. “None of us will be flying to the mall, just FYI. Now, there’s 9 of us here, but one car can only fit five, so we’ll need to take two cars.”

“Um, actually,” Jason stood, twirling keys on his fingers. “I’m taking my motorbike. And only Blondie’s allowed to come with.”

“But this is a family bonding opportunity, Jay!” Dick protested. “We can all—”

“I have a bike,” Kon said suddenly, looking at Tim hopefully. “I can just fly back and get it here. Then we can— uh…”

Tim blushes. “Yeah, yeah, that’d be perfect.”

Kon flashes a smile, and flies out the window.

Dick sighs. I guess that leaves no other choice.

“Okay, the rest of you, come on,” Dick heads to the garage, watching with a soft smile as Damian, Jon, Duke, and Cass pile into his car. While Jon and Damian bicker over who called shotgun first, Cass quietly slips into the passenger seat.

God, Dick loves his sister.

He flashes her a smile, letting her turn the radio to a station to one that plays 60’s ballroom music— she loves music with no words.

He hears the moment the boys realize Cass has taken the seat— they fall quiet, and get into the back, squeezing against Duke, who was peacefully sitting by the window.

He grins, hands on the steering wheel, ready to set off.

They all meet again in the mall’s carpark. Jason and Steph are discussing something about the parking being ridiculously overpriced, Damian’s explaining to Duke how cars work (Duke’s trying hard not to say “I know”), Cass is still listening to ballroom music, Kon’s encouraging Jon to get piercings…

“This is the quietest they’ve all been together, isn’t it?” Tim pipes up from beside Dick, making the older man jump.

“Jesus— Tim, how’re you so quiet?” Dick took a breath to steady himself.

“Years of stalking Batman and Robin paid off, I guess,” He shrugs. “I need coffee.”

Before Dick can reply, Tim walks towards the others, and shouts, “Okay, people. Here’s how it’s gonna go:”

Dick’s brows furrow. “Wait, you’re planning this—”

“There are too many stores, and not enough time. So we’ll split up into groups, find and buy any and all suits we like— in size M, or US 40—”

“—You know my size?”

“—forget about the price, Bruce is paying, and meet back at McDonald’s at 6pm. Jason and Steph, go with Dick to the east wing of the mall. Cass and Duke, go to the west wing. Kon and I will take the north, Damian and Jon to the south. Got that?”

Dick was stunned for a second when everyone easily agreed and split up— they must’ve discussed this before. Slightly dazed, he let Jason and Cass lead him away, to the east entrance of the mall.

Damian walks through the mall, heading straight to the information desk, where a directory of all stores is put up. His eyes scan the shop names and their descriptions, analyzing each one. After all, Grayson deserves the best of the best.

Suddenly Jon appears beside him, vibrating with enthusiasm. “Where do we go first?”

“Nordstrom.” Damian replies, his eyes landing on the name of the store. “Anything there will easily outshine every suit any of the others manage to find.”

“Oooh, that sounds so fancy!” Jon’s eyes widen in awe.

“It is. Not that a farmboy like you could understand it.” Damian turns to face Jon.

“At least I’m not a crazy trust fund kid who’s going to buy, like, 20 suits just so Dick has plenty of choices,” Jon shoots back, undeterred.

“At least I’m not a 12-year-old who thinks math is hard.” 

“At least I don’t have Mommy or Daddy issues.”

"At least I'm a man of great intelligence and taste, while you are a farmboy that talks to birds."

"Hey, those birds were awesome... and at least I talk to them... you just sit around being brooding and quiet. The most noise you make is when you're complaining."

“At least I am not a naive boy who thinks the world is sunshine and rainbows!”

Jon crosses his arms. "Yeah, and at least I'm not a brooding snob who's afraid to express his feelings, so he hides behind sarcasm and snarky comments." 

That one shuts Damian up. 

“So,” Jon puts up a radiant smile again, hand pointing into the air. “To Nordstrom!”

“It’s right there.” Damian points behind Jon.

Jon moves so he’s pointing towards the store. “To Nordstrom!”

Tim and Kon’s hands find each other as soon as they part with the rest of the group— enjoying this feeling of being so close to one another. They head straight to the first clothes store they find, searching around for a suit.

“Hey, Tim,” Kon calls, picking up a red and blue Superboy-themed crop top, complete with leather lining and metal studs. “This would look cute on you.”

Tim blushes. “Kon, we’re looking for a suit!”

“But just buy this too,” Kon encourages, smirking. “Trust me. I can really imagine you in this.”

“And nothing else.” The words escape Tim’s mouth before he can think, and he suddenly slaps his free hand over his mouth. “Um, forget that. Please.”

Kon’s cheeks turn slightly red, but he puts the top in their shopping basket anyway. “So. Um. Suits.”

“Yes,” Tim says awkwardly “Suits.”

The two find a section of the store for formal clothing soon enough, and start rummaging around for something Dick might like.

Everything seems wrong— too formal, too stiff, too not Dick.

“What if we buy a few of these suits, then paint them?” Kon suggests.

Tim turns to face him, thinking. “Good idea, but the only one of us that can paint well is Damian— and we’re competing against him.”

Kon’s brows raise. “Wait, we’re competing against Damian?”

“We’re competing against every other ‘team’ we split up in,” Tim explains, skimming through racks of blue-gray suits. “Damian and Jon, Duke and Cass, Steph and Jason.”

“Oh,” Kon nodded along. “So, how does it work?”

“We all find the best suits possible and present them to Dick, and the team whose suit Dick picks wins.”

“And Dick has no idea about this competition.”

“Helps him be a neutral judge.”

“Uh-huh,” Kon chuckles. “You Bats and your secrecy…”

“Coffee,” Tim says suddenly, turning to leave the store. “We’re not gonna find anything here. Might as well get some coffee. On me.”

Kon smiles, taking Tim’s hand again. “As you wish, babe.”

Then his eyes widen. “Wait, we have to buy the tank top first!”

Duke watches as his sister prances around the store, looking at the different dresses. They’re in a designer boutique (whose manager didn’t believe they were actually here to buy something until they flashed Bruce’s credit card). 

He chuckles as Cass picks up a soft pink dress, holding it to herself and standing before the mirror. “It looks lovely, really.”

Cass smiles, and gives it to the manager to add to their cart, just like the many other dresses she did so with before. It doesn’t matter that they’re here to buy a suit— if Cass likes something along the way, she can very well buy it.

Then she finds another princess gown— this time, pastel purple, with shiny sequins and sparkles.

“Yeah, Steph’s gonna love seeing you in that,” Duke grins teasingly. Cass blushes sightly, then hands it over to the manager.. 

“Also, where are your best suits? Something flashy, not formal and plain.” He asks one of the assistants. 

“Oh, yes, I’m sure yellow and black would look great on you, Mr. Thomas,” The assistant replies politely, starting to lead them to a corner.

Duke tries not to cringe at the mention of him in black and yellow. “Um, it’s for my brother, actually. We have his measurements, but is it possible to get it custom-made without him actually being here? It’s a bit of a surprise.”

“Of course,” The assistant nods, leading them to a row of racks filled with rolled-up sheets of fabric. “It would take longer, but you can custom-pick every piece of fabric, every decoration, even talk to our design specialist to make it perfect. It would usually take a few weeks, but for you, we can get it done in just two days, I’m sure.”

Cass walks up to them. “Blue.”

“Of course.”

“Like the night sky. With shining stars, if that’s possible.” Duke adds.

“Do have a chat with the design specialist I mentioned, Mr. Thomas and Ms. Wayne.” The assistant smiles politely. “Shall I check out the six dresses you bought, meanwhile?”

Duke nods, smiling. “Yes, please.”

This was definitely going to be better than the others’ suits.

Steph pulls Dick along by the hand as they both laugh, running through the clothes store. Jason walks behind them, clearly amused but pretending to not care.

“OOOH, pick this!” Steph shoves another bright purple suit into Dick’s hands. He gives her a look. 

“Steph… I don’t like purple! I want something blue!” Dick looks around, making sure no one’s eavesdropping, hen whispers, “Nightwing blue!”

Steph pouts. “What do you think, Jason?”

“Red.” Jason replies, looking through some suits. “But if we wanna win, we gotta give him what he wants.”

Steph frowns slightly, but agrees.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Dick holds his hands in front of them. “What do you mean ‘win’?”

Both of them freeze. Then Steph replies awkwardly, “Uh, win your heart, of course!”

“Yeah,” Jason adds, his tone dry. “Prove we’re your best siblings ever.”

Dick blinks. “Steph’s not a sibling. She’s dating our sister and she used to date our brother.”

“Potato, Potatoh,” Steph puts on the fakest smile ever, steering Dick away towards the blue-coloured suits. He goes along, confused.

As they peruse through the suits, Steph and Jason exchange glances, silently communicating their plan. They need to find the perfect Nightwing blue suit to win Dick over. They scan through the racks, occasionally holding up a suit for Dick to inspect. 

“This one?” Steph asks, holding up a suit that's more on the navy side.

“Nah, too dark,” Dick shakes his head.

“What about this one?” Jason suggests, pointing to a suit that's a bit too light.

“Too bright,” Dick dismisses it.

The trio continues their search, but nothing seems to meet Dick's standards. Steph starts to feel a little anxious— they need to find something soon if they want to win the competition. Just as she's about to suggest going to another store, Jason spots a suit tucked away in the corner.

“Hey, check this out,” Jason calls out, pulling out a suit in the perfect shade of Nightwing blue. It's sleek, stylish, and has just the right amount of sophistication.

Dick's eyes light up as he examines the suit. “This... this is it.”

Steph grins triumphantly. “I knew we'd find the perfect one!”

Jason nods in agreement. “Let's grab it before someone else snatches it.”

They quickly make their way to the checkout counter, excitement bubbling within them. As they pay for the suit, Jason can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Not only did they find the ideal suit for Dick, but they're also one step closer to winning the competition.

With the suit in hand, they head towards the designated meeting spot at McDonald's, eager to show off their find and see what the others have come up with.

The group rendezvouses at a particularly large booth in the mall’s McDonald’s just at 6 pm. Everyone’s carrying shopping bags— Damian and Jon are carrying three each. They settle into the booth, arranging themselves comfortably, excitement evident in their expressions.

Dick, seated at the head of the table, can hardly contain his curiosity. “Alright, everyone, let's see what you've got!”

“Not right now!” Duke shouts suddenly, and Cass nods along. “Cass and I have customized the perfect suit for you but it’s going to take two days to make, so, just to be fair, we’ll present our find in two days.”

Damian scowls. “Why should we waste our time over your fault?”

“It’s not a fault, it’s a—”

“It’s not fair,” Tim chimes in. “We spent so long—”

“GUYS! Guys,” Dick interrupts them before the argument gets too heated. “This is my suit, so I make the rules. I choose that we wait for Duke and Cass’s suit to be ready. I kinda wanna see it.”

Duke leans back, relieved, and Cass wears a smug smile on her face, as if saying, “Ha, I win!”

It makes Dick wonder, again, what exactly the competition is about.

“Well, let’s at least get some food, if we’re not doing show and tell,” Kon speaks up after a long beat of silence. Everyone agrees (for the first time ever), and place their orders quickly.

Once their orders arrive, they dig into their meals eagerly, savoring the taste of fast food after a long day of shopping. Dick watches with a fond smile as his family enjoys their meal, feeling grateful for their presence in his life.

After they finish eating, Dick leans back in his seat, feeling content. “So, what now? Do we head back home?”

“Nah,” Jason shakes his head. “Let’s catch a movie or something. There’s that new action flick playing at the cinema.”

Steph’s eyes light up. “Ooh, that sounds fun! I’m in!”

“I’m down,” Tim adds, nodding in agreement.

“I suppose it could be entertaining,” Damian mutters, though there’s a hint of excitement in his voice.

Jon looks around eagerly. “Can I come too?”

Kon slings an arm around his shoulders and pulls him away. “Nah, not this time. Let’s leave the Bats to their boring plans— you and I can go get you some piercings!”

“Um,” Jon pauses, hesitating. “Mom and Dad will not be happy, Kon.”

Kon just smirks and ruffles his little brother’s hair. “I know. Pissing off Clark to make you cool— It’s gonna be so worth it!”

The pair walks away from the Bats, waving goodbye, after Kon places one last kiss on Tim’s lips. The Bats leave soon, too, heading down to the cinema, arguing over who the best Green Lantern is, for some reason— and Hal Jordan’s currently winning over Guy Gardener.

Dick laughs and shakes his head, listening to their banter.

God, he loves his family.

LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE A PART 2

[darsynia]

I'm gonna let you pick the Marvel man (just not anyone you've done xReader for, lol - you gotta pick someone out of your comfort zone) and do xReader for: 80. crashing your lips together during an argument

I definitely wrote out of my comfort zone here! Peter Quill/f!Reader

Summary: Ever since Peter Quill and his crew rescued you from your dying ship, the man has been an absolute menace. You wish you could get the upper hand, but somehow he's always one step ahead of you, and ogling you the whole time.

Warnings | Length: Swearing/GotG typical banter | 1,574

Bet Your Ass

“What is your problem, Quill? By the Gods!”

The guy’s been chapping your ass since you were rescued, and you’re completely over it. Sure, he’s got arms, and that face, and those thighs, but by Lumesta, you’re going to need him to shut his mouth pretty soon or you don’t know what you’ll do! It’s been three days, and every time he’s laid eyes on you, he’s made a comment about how he would have rather rescued one of your crewmates.

Your ship had sustained the most unlucky micrometeorite damage ever, and you know you’re lucky to be alive. Two ships showed up to your captain’s distress call, and your three-man crew split up, as the medical ship the other two ended up on was almost at capacity as it was.

To hear Quill bitch about it, he’s brought on a completely useless slave girl, not a mechanic who’s already upped the efficiency of his weird little ship by 4%. It’s all ‘what use does a medical ship have with two renowned fighters’ and ‘we always get stuck with the girls.’ The blue-skinned cyborg woman whose name you struggle with had actually punched him after that one.

Drax has been leaning up against the wall, and after you turn away from snapping at Peter, he nods at you. “He likes your boobs.”

“Oh, here we go!” Quill groans, throwing a food wrapper toward the garbage can. It comes nowhere close.

“I am Groot.”

“I’m getting it, I’m getting it!”

“I am Groot.”

You don’t understand what Groot says, but everyone else does. It’s a disadvantage, but an amusing one, usually. This time, it’s clear the two statements are about very different things-- Quill has straightened in the process of picking up the garbage (which is a shame, because those pants of his hug that ass), so he can look askance at the teenaged tree.

“I am not dignifying that with a response,” he snaps back. “I mean, if we’re going to nitpick, the neckline of her shirt is a little low, but just because it’s eye-catching doesn’t mean--”

You cannot believe this. “Wait, so we went from Drax saying you like my boobs to you objecting to them?”

“Hey! I do not objectify. I’m very respectful!”

“You’re looking at her boobs right now,” Rocket says sardonically from the doorway.

“Weren’t you checking Cleavage Girl’s work? Scram, I’m trying to have an argument here,” Peter says loudly. He actually makes a ‘shoo’ gesture.

“Okay, that’s it. I’m calling you Tight-ass from now on,” you say, crossing your arms over your breasts. You know from experience (as in, pretty much every time you do it) that Quill won’t be able to pull his eyes away.

You’ve made a calculated error, though. Up until now, you’ve left your appreciation of his physique to yourself, and now the man is laser focused on this discrepancy.

“I knew you were staring at me!” Quill crows, strutting over. “That’s why you’re all sulky sexy, you secretly want me, and it’s killing you!”

“I am GROOT.”

Drax points at Peter with the piece of fried food he’s eating. “He’s right. You’re accusing her of what you are doing.”

“Cleavage Girl is new, why are you all on her side??”

Groot shrugs. “I am groot.”

“Woah, speak for yourself!” Rocket yells, making a grossed-out face.

“He’s not wrong. I would enjoy watching them,” Drax smiles.

“Well, now I’m just horrified,” you say, shoving away images in your mind of what the others might be picturing between the two of you. You spin on your heel and start toward the door, but your forward progress is halted suddenly, like you’ve caught your jacket on something. You yank angrily, but though you get free of whatever it was, you only have a few seconds before you’re pinned boobs-first against the wall of the room, with the familiar bulk of Peter fucking Quill pressed up against you.

“Okay, I take it back. You definitely have muscles,” he says, lips close to your ear.

“Get off,” you say, but your heart rate is up, your skin tingling with the pheromone your people give off when you’re attracted to a potential mate.

“Oh, I’d love to. I didn’t think you were into me,” he says infuriatingly. You hadn’t realized the double meaning of what you’d just said, and you rest your forehead on the bulkhead in frustration.

“I’m not,” you lie, shoving back with your hips. You’ve got enough leverage on the wall that he flies back a ways, so you spin around, dropping to a fighting stance.

“Hey, hey, I’m just responding to the signals you’re giving off,” Peter says, but you can see something in his eye; respect, perhaps? Something has shifted since your display of physical dominance. He’s looking you in the eyes, not the boobs.

“You couldn’t handle me anyway,” you snap back without thinking. Instantly, Quill’s face suffuses with an interested grin, and his eyebrows go up lasciviously.

There’s a loud crinkling noise only feet away, as Drax dumps out the rest of his snack into his open mouth. “Go on, I’m not even here,” he says.

“I am Groot!”

“I do not need tips from you on how to get her to want to kiss me!” Peter shouts, clearly affronted.

“Oh, I’ll kiss you,” you say impulsively. “But you have to promise to always look at my face, not any other part of my body.” You cock your hip and arch your back in an overt challenge.

“What if I’m behind you?” he asks, crossing his own arms. The muscles on his exposed arms look so good you wouldn’t mind trying your teeth on them, for multiple reasons.

“If that happens, you have to turn around,” Rocket says. You’d thought he’d left the room, and so did Peter, because both of you look around until you see that he’s sitting faced away in the captain’s chair, which hides his whole body from behind.

“I am Groot.”

Everyone just looks at Groot, and Peter’s eyes go wide.

Their reactions freak you out. “What?”

He shakes his head.

“What?” you press, walking forward. Quill isn’t answering so you decide to remind him that you do, indeed, have strength he respects, even if it’s not your strength of character. You grab the front of his shirt, but his response is to fist pump.

“He said you want me and you’d prove it by coming over to drag me to my quarters… and--” Quill looks down at his own chest and smirks.

You let go right away and groan. “This ship is infuriating! I give up, I wish I went on the med ship, okay? You win!”

To your complete confusion, everyone, even the cyborg lady who was apparently eavesdropping from the hallway, walks in and shoves handfuls of credits at Quill, who looks incredibly smug.

“What the hell--” you start.

Groot walks over and pats your arm. “I am Groot.” Everyone else in the room starts leaving, and you’re still furious and confused.

“Quill--”

“I bet them I could get you to say you wished you were somewhere else,” he shrugged. “Easiest bet ever. All I had to do was stare at your body and be myself.”

All things considered, the man could have chosen far more miserable ways to win his bet, but you’re still het up and irritated. “Technically I won that bet for you. You should split it with me.”

“No can do, Cleavage Girl.” He folds his hands behind his back, bulging his arm muscles at you. 

You step forward to shove him onto his ass, but his arms come down lightning fast, one leg planted behind him to brace himself: he’d known you would do that, and now his lips are on yours, one hand cupping your cheek like you are lovers instead of two people who can barely stand to be in the same room together.

The thrill of contact takes you by surprise. It’s like adrenaline has chemically altered into pleasure with the addition of your anger, and suddenly you can’t get enough. The two of you wrestle across the room to the nearest wall, hands grasping at clothing, lips sucking, teeth biting, tongues swiping as if unable to trust the evidence of your attraction for longer than a few seconds.

Minutes later, he’s tracing the line of your shirt along the edge of your breasts when you finally catch your breath, and you realize what you have to do to best him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, your kiss privileges are hereby revoked.”

“What? No!” Peter groans, lifting his head. His lips are red, pupils blown, out of breath, a complete gorgeous wreck of a man.

“What did I say the conditions were?” you say implacably.

He thinks. Peter’s lips twitch to one side, then the other, and then his eyes pop open and he looks horrified. “You don’t mean that. I was kissing you there, that doesn’t--”

“It counts!” you say sadly. “You weren’t looking at my face.”

You have no idea how he’ll react to your bluff (it’s totally a bluff. That kiss was amazing. You have no idea what boring shit you’d have been subjected to on that medical ship, but you definitely won Best Rescue), but what you don’t expect is for him to narrow his eyes and smile.

“This calls for a new wager.”

“You bet your ass it does.”

[miniwheat77]

Thick. (Soap x Plus Size!Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, p in v sex, plus!size reader, pretty much porn without much plot, mentions of reader being short, if you aren’t short just picture Soap being way bigger than you lol.

(Summary): Soap can’t see what curves hide behind that uniform you wear.

“I swear if I had a girl like that, I’d never be unhappy again.” Soap’s eyes are glued to her form. The girl next to you rolls her eyes. “What? You gonna join the train? Get in line.” she rolls her eyes. “Come on.” She grasps your hand, pulling you along. “Woah, what’re you doing Jess?” You ask. “I’m tired of this.” She continues pulling you along. Once you’re away from Soap, you start talking again.

“I’m confused.”

“You have a fat crush on Soap- for some reason cause he’s.. annoying.” She rolls her eyes. “And he’s attracted to that… Barracks bunny.” She waves her hands around as she talks. “But you’re hiding behind your uniform cause I know you have a killer body under all those clothes.” Your cheeks burn as she says it. You start to get a little self conscious. “So, we’re gonna get you something sexy for the dinner coming up.”

“Woahhh- I’m not going to the dinner.” You try to pull your hand away but she had a tight grip on you. “Nope. You’re going.”

“Look, I appreciate the help. But I’m kinda chunky yknow? And I’m too self conscious to wear something sexy.” You groan. She rolls her eyes. “You’re curvy Y/N. You’re hot as fuck, and Soap is going to realize it.” You look confused. “Because of one small dinner?”

“No.” She walks to her car that was on base. “You’re going to be bait.” She smiles. You roll your eyes. “How am I going to be bait?” You question. “You’ll see.” She smirks. You climb into her passenger seat, crossing your arms. Soap laughs as he sees you both leave, Jess was such a hater.

“What size are you?” She asks as you step inside the clothing store. “Um…” you hesitate. “XL.” You blush. “Okay.” She walks around, picking up random clothes that she thinks will look good. Tank tops, tight yoga shorts that will hug you. And than finally, a tight black dress that goes down to your mid thigh. “Get in there and try this stuff on. Lunch is over soon.” She laughs. She passes you a basket full of clothes. You release a sigh. “This hugs my stomach too much.” You throw some shorts over the top of the dressing room door. “Oh no no no, put them back on right now.” She throws them back over. A groan leaves your lips. You slide them back on and she pushes the door open, eyes widening just slightly. “Goddamn-“ she laughs. “We’re getting them.” You roll your eyes.

You end up with a bunch of uncomfortable tight fitting clothes that you wouldn’t be caught dead in public with.

-

“Jess, I really don’t think this is a good idea.” You sigh. You’ve got on tight black spandex shorts that barely cover your ass, and a tight black v-neck. “You’re doing this.” She glares. “What if he doesn’t like me? What if he thinks I’m fat?” You sigh. “Y/N. You’re not fat, and he’s not going to think so. Now stop it. Get in your place okay?” You cross your arms. Nodding your head. She disappears into the hallway, circling until she runs into Soap. “Oh hey Soap.” She smiles. He nods his head making her roll her eyes. “Y/N’s bed frame broke, she needs help.”

“Can’t you ask someone else?” His eyes follow the blonde that’s been on his mind for a while. “You’re the first guy I ran into. Go help her, you ass.” She glares. “Fine, but I’m doing this for Y/N, not for you.” He shoves passed her. They were constantly on each others nerves. Meanwhile you’re in your room, on your knees in the floor by your bed. All you did was remove a screw. He knocks before walking right in. “Hey, Jessica said you needed help.” You laugh. “I told her I’d be able to get it on my own.” You lie, looking down. “What’s going on?” He asks. Swallowing a little hard at your apparel. He’d never seen you out of your uniform before. “This screw came out-“ you move down onto your hands and knees, arching your back and sliding your front under the bed, “and it just needs to go back in but I can’t get it.” Soap’s eyes widen as you arch your back. The way you look in the shorts you had on making him stumble over his words.

“Uh- you want me to try lass?” He asks. “Uh.. sure I guess so.” You slide away, passing him the small screw. He leans down, laying on his back and wiggling himself under, struggling to get the screw in but eventually he gets it back in. “Got it sweetheart.” He smiles. “Thank you Soap, appreciate it.” You smile. “Yeah, it’s no problem.” He says, walking out of your room. She rushes in after he leaves. “Did it work?” She asks. “Don’t think so.” She thinks for a second. “Hmm..” she breathes. “Well. We’ll try again later.” She laughs. “It’ll work.”

You groan out. You liked him so much but he adored that blonde girl. And you could see why. Tall, skinny. Blonde. Perfect in every way.

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“Earth to Soap-“ Jessica snaps in front of his face. “Huh? Sorry.” He looks down. “Get your head out of the gutter.” She rolls her eyes, eyes traveling to where he was looking. She assumed she’d see the blonde, but she sees you. Tight yoga shorts and a long sleeve shirt. Her eyes nearly bulge out of head when she realizes who he’s staring at. “Who are you staring at anyways? The dumb blonde girl who sleeps with everyone on base?” She rolls her eyes. “What? No.” He shakes his head with a laugh. “Yeah right, that girl is the only girl you’ve been talking about for months. Just go ask her out.” She rolls her eyes. You approach, setting your coffee down on the table. “Uh.. no. I’ve my eyes on somebody else.” He laughs. “Who is it?”

“Can’t tell you, hey Y/N.” He smiles. Jessica nearly comes out of her skin at the fact that Soap was beginning to take a liking to you. “Hey.”

“What took so long?”

“Thought I was gonna have spar with your captain for some coffee.”

“Got my money on Price.” He smirks. “I got my money on Y/N, her thighs are thick enough to suffocate him.” She smirks. Your cheeks light up. “Wow, thanks Jess. That makes me feel great about my body.”

She rolls her eyes. “Not an insult, really hot.” She smiles. “Besides, maybe Captain Price would like that.” She winks. “You think he’d go for it?” You smile evilly. “Gross.” Soap scrunches his face up in disgust. “I know I would.” She winks. “Yeah? You wanna try em out?” You smirk, catching her a little off guard. “Oooooh.” Soap laughs. “Only if I get to watch.” He smirks. “In your dreams MacTavish.” Jess laughs. He laughs along with her. After breakfast, everyone was preparing for the dinner. Everyone has the day off to meet with family and figure out their plans. Everyone’s families were gathering for the formal dinner. They were giving promotions and medals and all kinds of stuff for the soldiers.

“That motherfucker is going to be drooling by the end of the night.” She smiles. You’ve got big curls in your hair, makeup done to perfection thanks to Jess. You’re sitting in the mirror, baggy t-shirt covering your body. “Yeah yeah, we’ll see.” You laugh. “I’m going to go get ready, I’ll meet you at the other building.” She smiles. “Sounds good.” You laugh. After finishing up the rest of your hair and makeup, spraying perfume in yourself. You skip your dress on, following it up with some tall black heels. You hadn’t dressed this nice in ages, since being in the military.

When Jess is completely ready, she makes her way to the building the dinner would be held in, surprised when you aren’t there. She’s got on a navy blue dress that went down to about her knees. It compliments her skin tone really well. “Hey, where’s Y/N?” Soap asks her. “Not sure, she was supposed to meet me down here.” She shrugs. “Why?” She asks him. “Oh uh.. just curious. You’re like two peas in a pod so I just figured she’d be with you.” He laughs awkwardly. “There’s your dream girl.” Jess snorts, pointing to the blonde, who actually looked incredibly beautiful. “Not my dream girl. You know, you keep calling her a dumb blonde and stuff but you’re blonde too.” He laughs. “Yeah I may be blonde but I’m not dumb or a whore. Besides, what happened to “I’d do everything for her?” Hm?” She asks. He rolls his eyes. “I told you, I got my eyes on someone else.” He laughs. “Oh yeah? Who’s- woah.” She pauses. Eyes landing on you as you walk inside. Tight black dress, black heels. “Damn.” She hears Soap mumble. You make your way over to the table they’re sitting at. “Here, I got you.” Soap slides the chair out for you. “Thank you.” You blush, “you look awesome Y/N.” Jess smiles. “Thanks. I feel weird.” You laugh. “Why?” Soap asks. “Don’t usually dress like this. M’too fat for it.” Soap rolls his eyes. “You look great, don’t say that about yourself.” He laughs.

The entire night, Jess notices Soap’s eyes on you. Constantly, not once does he look in the direction of the other girl, his eyes are always on you. Jess smirks, mission accomplished. “You know if you take a picture it’ll last longer.” Jess teases Soap, you’re up getting drinks for everyone and Soap’s eyes have been on you the entire time. “What?” He laughs. “You’re staring MacTavish.”

“So what.” He laughs. “You like her?”

“Course, just figured she wouldn’t go for a dork like me.” He laughs. “What happened to your crush on her?” She asks, nodding in the direction of the other woman. He laughs. “She’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong. But.. she’s not really my type.” He laughs. “What’s your type?” She asks. “Whatever Y/N is.” He smirks. She laughs.

“Just.. offer to walk her back to her room at the end of the night. Start doing little things to get her attention.” She laughs. “I’ll try.” He smiles, clearing his throat when you approach the table. “Ah, these heels are killing my feet.” You laugh, setting down a couple glasses of Champagne. “Yeah?” Soap laughs. “Yeah.” You sit down next to Soap, since it was the only seat open. You cross one leg over the other and Soap takes note of how soft and smooth your skin looks. “Where are your families?” Soap asks. “Too far away for a visit that’s for sure.” Jess laughs and you smile. The way you smile has Soap’s stomach jumping. “What about you?” You ask him. “Same. My family doesn’t even really know where I am to be honest.” He laughs. You nod your head. “Oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask.” Jessica leans forward, looking at you. “Whenever I come into your room, you have a little notebook out, what’s in it?” She asks you. Your cheeks burn red immediately. “Um.. it’s just uh-“ you pause for a second. “Probably a diary.” Soap nudges you, earning an eye roll from you. “Its just drawings.” You laugh. “Drawings of what?” She asks. “Just.. random stuff. Like flowers.” She nods her head.

As you finish up your glass of champagne, your eyes start to grow a little heavy. “I think I’m going to call it a night, I’m tired.” You giggle. Jessica nods her head. “I’m going to go try my luck with Garrick, I’ll see you around.” She winks, standing up from the table.

“You want me to walk back to your barracks with you? I don’t mind.” Soap asks.

“Yeah, can you take this for me? I’m just carrying it around. It’s too warm out.” Jessica passes you a jacket. “Uh.. sure.” You laugh. “Thank you Soap.” You smile. “No problem.” Soap moves and when he’s not looking, Jessica sends you a wink. Soap moves his hand to your lower back, walking along with you. “Hey Soap.” The blonde girl smiles. “Oh.. hi.” He says awkwardly. “You want to come back to my room with me? Need some help getting this dress off.” She smirks, reaching her hand out. He leans back, avoiding her touch. “Oh, sorry. I’m walking Y/N back to her room.” He says. “Seriously?” She crosses her arms. “Um.. I’m not interested. Sorry.” He grasps your hand, weaving around her. “I thought you liked her?” You laugh. “Uh.. no. Not really my type.” He laughs nervously. The both of you begin walking back and you sigh. “Can’t do this anymore.” You moan out, pulling the heels off of your feet. Soap laughs. “Jesus, you’re tiny.”

“What?”

“Those heels add like 6 inches, you’re real small.” You send a glare his way. “You’re just giant.” You roll your eyes. He laughs. After a few more minutes of silence, you step into your room. He closes the door behind himself. You throw Jessica’s jacket down onto your bed. “Your bed frame been holding up?” He asks. “Oh, yeah.” You smile. Soap’s eye immediately see the small notebook on your dresser, picking it up quickly. A gasp leaves your lips and you lurch forward trying to snag it out of his grasp but he’s quick, holding it above his head. “Ah- wait your turn little one.” He teases, flipping the pages open. “Holy shit.” His eyes widen. Crimson creeps up your cheeks and you step back, covering your face. “Bloody hell Y/N.” He laughs. Eyes still slightly widened. He flips through the pages, seeing all of the filthy drawings you’ve drawn. “I didn’t know you could draw like this.” He admires the drawing on the page, a girl with 2 large fingers pressed into her mouth, another fully naked on the page before. “Yeah- um.” You laugh awkwardly, moving your hair out of your face. He sets the notebook down, laughing at your embarrassment. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, will be our little secret yeah? Just you n me.” He smirks. You laugh, looking down at your feet. “Anyways, I’ll let you get to bed yeah? I’ll see you down for breakfast in the morning.” He winks. “Yeah.. thanks for walking me back. I appreciate it.” He smiles. “No problem. Wouldn’t want pretty girls like you walking alone.” He laughs. After saying your goodbyes, he exits the door and your eyes are wide.

What the fuck was that?

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“Jess? What are you doing?”

“Jesus Soap- shut up!” She shushes him. Your eyebrows narrow and you stir in your sleep. You hear nothing but silence, body relaxing. “That’s cruel.” He laughs. “Whatever.” You stir more in your sleep, eyes snapping open. You sit up, gun in hand. “Woah! It’s me, relax!” She raises her hands. “You keep a gun under your pillow, you psycho?” She lowers her hands. “The hell are you doing?” You ask. You go to step off of your bed, but can’t move your feet. “No don-!” Jess snatches your blanket off, and you scramble to pull your shirt down over your bare lower body. “Jessica what the fuck!” You growl. Your feet are tied to your bed frame. “I was gonna try to tie you all the way down but loud mouth made you wake up.” Soap is laughing behind her by the door. The snap of your pocket knife makes her flinch and you begin sawing at the rope. “You sleep with a pocket knife too?” She laughs. “Never know when a bimbo is gonna come in and tie me to my bed.” You roll your eyes. “Watch it, this bimbo is keeping your secrets.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “What secret?” You look up at her. She crosses her arms. “Don’t challenge me Y/N.” She tilts her head to Soap and you cross your arms. “What, that I like Soap? Don’t threaten me Jess, you’ll lose every time.” You stand up, shirt falling down around your hips. Her eyes widen and Soap’s smile grows wider, cheeks burning red. “Damn.”

“I’m just gonna… see myself out.” Jessica walks out, backing right into Gaz, her cheeks lighting up. “Oh.. Hey Gaz.” She smiles, shutting the door behind her. She didn’t expect that out of you. “You like me ah?” He smirks. “Who doesn’t,” you snort. “Fucking screw came out again last night.”

You knew you shouldn’t have listened to Jess, taking your bed frame apart only made it more difficult to keep together. You lower yourself down again, looking under the small bed for the little screw. The way you arch your back has your bare lower half on display for Soap, and his pants are getting uncomfortable. When you reach under, it raises higher and he gets a good look at your uncovered opening. Maybe you were doing it on purpose, showing him your body. Maybe he’d hate it, maybe he didn’t like your curves. But you’d find out soon enough. Maybe Jess was wearing off on you a little. “You know, maybe you should leave it.” You can hear his belt rattling making you move away, looking at him. He’s unbuckled it, unbuttoning his jeans, reaching behind himself to lock your door. “Hm?” You stand up. “Leave it, until I’m done.”

You cross your arms. “Done with what?”

“You.”

He closes the distance between the both of you, lips attacking yours, keeping a tight grip on your throat. When his lips touch yours, your stomach twirls, heat pooling between your legs. This had to be a dream, no way he was kissing you. His hands glide down the form of your hips until his fingertips are pushing your baggy shirt up slightly, and he pulls away to push you back into your bed. “Soap- if Jessica put you up to this, you don’t have to-“ his thumb gliding over your smooth bottom lip has you going quiet. “She didn’t put me up to anything love. Just relax f’me okay?” He let’s out a deep chuckle and you clench your eyes closed as he pushes his thumb into your mouth. He moves himself between your legs, pushing your shirt up over your hips. Your heart pounded in your chest, you were nervous.

He draws away and your eyes are still closed, telling him just what kind of effect he had on you. He slides his hands along your hips, admiring your body. Your skin is so soft, and it’s going to feel so good against his own. He pushes your shirt up, pulling it over your head and throwing it to the side. “Supposed to be in the meeting room in a couple hours.” You pant, “Relax.” He laughs. “Don’t worry about that, focus on me.” Your eyes look up at him and they’re perfect.

There’s a part of Soap that wants to stop. Wants to turn away and never look back. You aren’t the type of girl he could fuck and than leave behind. The way you looked at him, the way you made him feel. It was too much. He takes a deep breath, lips attacking your neck and you whimper, legs wrapping around his clothed waist. “So fucking beautiful.” He growls. He grinds his hips into yours, pulling his pants down the rest of the way. He quickly pulls off his shirt, revealing himself to you entirely. He was sexy. He takes a deep breath, hovering over you once again. His lips are on yours again and he grasps the base of his cock, brushing the tip over your opening, pulling a groan from your lips. “So fucking soft..” he grits his teeth, fighting himself from thrusting into you and fucking you until your legs shake. The top pushes through your folds, and you screw your eyes shut. “Fuck- M’not used to you.” You gasp. He chuckles slightly. “Relax.. you’ll get used to me.” He pushes his hips into you more, sliding deeper. “Oh- god.” You whimper. He laughs. “What’s going on Hm? You’ve done this before right?”

You nod your head, panting. He laughs. “Take a deep breath. Don’t hyperventilate.”

“I just..” you blush. “I’ve only done this one other time.” You blush. “Clearly wasn’t any good,” he laughs. “No.” You take a deep breath as he slides lower, profanities slipping from you lips, Soap found amusement in it. “You’re fucking tight.” He groans, thrusting his hips into yours, filling you full. He clamps a hand over your mouth, his hand muffling your cries. He can’t help it, he has to fuck you. “Can’t wait to feel this tight pussy cum on me, gonna be so tight.” He smirks. Your eyes are still screwed shut, moaning into his hand. He starts fucking his hips against yours, the squelch from your wetness making his eyes roll back. “So fucking good baby-“ he hisses. You were pulling him too close to his high already. He slows his thrusts, resting his body on yours. His hand was still over your mouth, muffling your moans. “So pretty.” He chuckles, lowering his head to attach his lips to your nipple, tongue running over it. He grips it in a tight hold with his lips, tugging on it, eating whimpers from you. He attacks the other, stalling so that he doesn’t cum too fast. He didn’t want to look like a Virgin. It was pathetic. Once the burning in his lower stomach starts to fade, he speeds up again. He grits his teeth, hips hammering into yours. Your bed starts to hit the wall, and he grows frustrated, grasping your thighs and pulling you up, holding you up as he fucks his hips into yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, whimpering into his ear. It eggs him on and he’s trying not to fall apart. Your cheeks are flushed red from how he holds you. He picked you up so effortlessly.

The swirling in your stomach has you whimpering, eyes shut tightly. “So pretty f’me. So fuckin tight.” He grits his teeth. He’s fighting off his high. Tight grip around your waist as he fucks his hips into yours. He can be a little more rough than he was at first, aside from his skin meets yours but your room had thick enough walls to conceal it. He’d definitely leave bruises on your hips from his death grip, but you didn’t mind. Your moans are getting louder, you muzzle your face into the crook of his neck, attacking his skin in nips and kisses at an attempt to quiet yourself. You suck marks into his neck, and it makes him struggle even harder. “M’so close Soap-“ you whimper into his ear. “You can cum for me baby. Cum around my cock sweetheart.” Your eyes shut, lips parted. You’re right on the edge. “Stay quiet. I’ll ruin that sweet orgasm you want so bad.” He smirks. You clutch him hard, teeth biting into his shoulder and his eyes widen, cock throbbing hard as he fills you with cum. He didn’t mean to. His eyes shut and he groans. You put your own hand over his mouth as he cums hard, riding out his high until you’re squirming from the overstimulation. He lays you down, cock still buried inside of you. “So pretty.” He smiles. “Look so good with me inside of you.” You blush hard, rolling your eyes. “I look good always.”

“Damn right you do.” He laughs. He slides himself out of you, drawing a moan from your lips. “Gotta get dressed you little minx.” His hand clapping against your skin has a gasp leaving your lips, scrambling up. He chuckles as he starts to put his clothes on.

You awkwardly make your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up. You quickly get dressed, emerging from the bathroom. He’s smiling at you.

“What? What’s funny?” You cross your arms. “Nothing. You just wouldn’t know what kind’ve goods you’re hiding under that uniform.” He winks. You roll your eyes. The both of your emerge from your room, just as Gaz and Jessica emerge from her room. You make eye contact for a second, realization washing over the both of you. Having to conceal the laughs you both want to let out. “What’s going on, everything okay?” Your captain startles all of you. “Oh no, we were just getting ready to head to the meeting. Just ran into Gaz and Soap and got distracted talking.” You lie. “Oh okay. Well. See you all in a few.” He smiles, walking off. Jessica grasps your arm, pulling you along. Neither of you see it, but Gaz fist bumps Soap as they both begin to follow you to the meeting room.

This is not edited please forgive me XD

[zqcky01]

Hi! May I request a Stone × fem reader who works both as a fortune teller and a showgirl? Your writings are amazing btw!!!!!

Special Person

Stone x Reader

a/n: HII!! the funny about this is that another person also requested this like maybe two hours ago has I’m writing this! LOL

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“A fortune teller?” Stone asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I want to see if I will become rich in the future!” Vinnie huffed. “Vinnie you know they lie to get our money, right?” Skipp said as he popped out from behind Stone and stood next to him. “Nope! Too late!” Vinnie said as she began to pulled them over towards the hut that said the words ‘FORTUNE TELLER’.

Vinnie jumped in happiness as she along with Stone and Skipp waited in the line. “Vinnie we are gonna get scammed by some old lady.” Stone groaned as he crossed his arms over his chest. Vinnie rolled her eyes. Skipp sighed, “Whatever makes you happy, Vinnie.” he said as he smiled, trying to lighten up Stone’s mood. Stone only grumbled as he drank from his bottle full of alcohol.

After ten minutes of waiting it was finally there turn. “Eek!” Vinnie gasped as she entered your hut. Stone and Skipp followed after. “Good evening.” You spoke up, titling your head to the side. “Hi!” Vinnie said as she smiled. “Please, come sit.” You said, stilling your straight. The threee of them sat down across the table from you. The glass magic ball in the center.

“I’ve been expecting you three.” You said, taking out a few cards and shuffling them. “Now tell me, Vinnie, what brings you here?” You perked up as you smirked. Vinnie and Skipp gasped in amusement. “Oh woah! You know my name!” Vinnie smiled. “I wanted to know about my future.” She said, you smiled. “Wonderful. What about you two?” You perked up, looking at Skipp and Stone. “Well I only came for Vinnie.” Skipp said, Stone nodded. “Might had know your future, no?” You said, holding the cards into your hand. “Pick one card.” You said, holding the deck of cards in front of them. The three of them picked one card. “Wonderful.” You said, placing the other cards down.

“Give me your cards.” The three gave you their cards, to which you look at them. “Skipp, you are done for endless good luck.” You said, placing his card aside. “Vinnie, at some point you will be granted a fortune.” You said, placing her card to the side. Then you finally turn to Stone. You smirked. “Stone, I’m going to hold your hand.” You said, reaching your hand out for his. Stone rolled his eyes as he placed his hand into yours. “Why did you need my hand?” “Stone, you have meant someone special.” You said, smirking. Before you let go of his hand. Stone glanced away.

“Oh woah!!!” Vinnie squealed as she clapped happily. Skipp smiled happily. “Now, is there anything else you wish of me?” You asked, your gaze went back to Stone, then back to Vinnie and Skipp. “Nope! Thank you!” Vinnie giggled as she stood up from the chair along with Skipp and Stone. The three walked out, Stone turned back to you, he stared at you. You winked at him.

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“Good evening ladies and gentlemen of Ramshackle!” A man yelled from a stage in front of a crowd of people. “Welcome to the Silly Zacky’s House!” He yelled. The crowd clapping. “Shall we began this evening?” The man smirked. Vinnie cheered from the crowd. “I’ll be right back.” Stone said, before he disappeared.

The other people began to perform on the stage, singing and dancing along with tricks. You were in your dress room, the brush glazing across your cheeks. You heard the door open. “Yes yes I know I’ll be out in a moment—“ “who is the special person?” Stone stepped into your dressing room. He raised an eyebrow. You jumped, turning around, your eyes widened a little. “You’ll just have to wait.” You said, sighing. Stone stayed silent as he watched you get ready. “Wish me luck.” You said, before brushing past him. He sighed.

You were on stage, swaying around and speaking to the crowd. Vinnie cheered you on as she smiled. Skipp held up a sign saying, ‘BEST FORTUNE TELLER EVER’.

Soon, Stone came back to Vinnie and Skipp. “Where were you?” Skipp asked, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t worry about.” He said, glancing over to Skipp.

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You panted as you bowed with your coworkers. The crowd cheered. Stone clapped slowly as he stared at you. You glanced over to him, winking as your smirked a little. Before everyone on stage rushed off along with you.

You walked back into your dressing room, you noticed something on your vanity. You blushed. A single red rose with a note saying, ‘I guess you’re that special person.’

[jeridandridge]

Hi! Idk if your asks are open rn, I know you got a lot in your requests. But I thought of this little fluffy idea and you're my fave writer on here so I thought I'd throw it your way and see if you liked it enough to write it!

It's a dark and stormy night and Melissa takes reader to a scary movie for date night, which basically scars the reader (in a cute funny way obvs lol) and she has to stay over at Melissa's bc she is terrified. But what she doesn't know is Melissa is low-key also terrified. Every floorboard creaking, shadows on the walls, trees knocking against the windows 👻👻👻 you know?

Cute, fluffy, funny with a happy ending. If ya feel like it!

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This was so much fun to write I hope you dig it! Thank you for the request. 🩷

Deadites and Baseball Bats.

“Cmon, Mel.” You chuckle jogging up to the door to hold it open for your girlfriend. It was starting to rain outside and you knew it would only get worse throughout the night.

“Ya know I still don’t know why you picked this one, hon.” She quirks a brow as you two get to the snack area. You’d made sure to get the tickets for the movie the day before, mostly because you knew that way you wouldn’t chicken out.

“It’s supposed to be really good! My brother showed me the original when I was way too little now I wanna see this one.” You smile at the memory. You like some horror, but it still scared you. Hell, Michael meyers was a figure in your nightmares even when you were in high school.

“You saw Evil Dead when you were a kid?!” Melissa’s eyes go wide and you can’t help but laugh at her expression as you reach for her hand.

“I told you my brother wasn’t the best babysitter.”

You pay for your usual snack of popcorn and a bag of peanut M&Ms to share, even though Melissa always tells you to just sneak stuff in. In the theater you sit munching on your snacks waiting for the movie to start.

“I wonder how scary this one’s gonna be.” Melissa hums as the lights dim. When the movie starts you scoot closer to your girlfriend noting how the atmosphere in the movie is just like how it is outside now. Rain pelting down and dark. Too dark.

The movie starts out easy enough, but eventually your find yourself hiding your face in your girlfriends hair. “That’s not what a cheese grater is for!” You squeak.

“Woah!” Melissa lets out pushing further back into her seat, her hand on your thigh.

Throughout the movie you play peekaboo through your girlfriends hair, holding onto her arm for dear life.

“That’s more blood than when they got my uncle Tony.” Melissa winces.

You start to relax when the character wields the iconic chainsaw, finally killing the mutant deadite. After the movie you let out a breath and stand up blown away and terrified of what you watched.

“I can’t believe she went after all her kids.” The red head comments as you two head out of the theater.

“I mean, it wasn’t really her, the deadite was just using her.” You reason, your face falling when you get to the lobby. The glass doors give you a peak of an angry dark purple sky and lightning striking through black clouds.

“Ready to make a run for it, hon?” Melissa asks resting her hand on your lower back.

You nod pushing the door open.

“You can’t help but laugh when you two reach the car, Melissa trying to fix her soaking wet hair.

“Oh baby.” You laugh reaching over to wipe away smeared mascara. “My little raccoon.” You tease.

“Shut up, scaredy cat.” She teases you getting the car moving. As you two head home you can’t help but jump when a roll of thunder crashes seemingly right above you.

“Fuck.” You mutter looking out the window. The sky had grown even darker, making it look much later than 10 o’clock. The wind whipping around rattles the car and you reach over holding the sleeve of Melissa’s leather jacket.

Back at home you two get in shaking off the water.

“I’m gonna get some candles out just in case. That wind is too strong.” Melissa comments heading upstairs.

For some reason, when Melissa goes upstairs you feel like a child again, feet stuck in cement blocks unable to move with fear running through you. You think of how ridiculous it is.

“It’s just a movie.” You tell yourself moving through the house to get to the kitchen. All of a sudden you hear a zap and everything goes black.

“Oh fuck.” You cry out, your heart racing. “Mel!”

“I’m comin I’m comin, hon.” She huffs flicking a lighter for the candle in her hand.

Your hand grips the door frame and you don’t let go until you see your girlfriend glowing in the candle light.

“If I weren’t so freaked out id tell you how hot you look in that candlelight.” You breathe out with a nervous laugh.

Melissa moves through the dimly lit area holding the large glass candle.

“You’re scared and you still manage to flirt.” She chuckles wrapping her arm around your waist. “Cmon, baby I’ll keep you safe.” She teases.

“That movie was terrifying! I don’t know why I did that.”

“But we did have fun.” Melissa smiles in the dark. When you two get to your bedroom she sets the candle down on the dresser and moves to light more.

You strip getting rid of your wet clothes and changing into your sweatpants and one of Melissa’s eagles shirts.

You take a step forward and when you do the hardwood floor creaks forcing you to freeze.

“What was-“ Melissa whips around, stoping when she sees you on a certain part of the floor.

“Is the big and tough Melissa Schemmenti scared too?” You tease climbing into bed.

“I am not! It sounded weird, I didn’t know if- whatever.” She waves her hand continuing to take her makeup off. You sit in bed with the blanket pulled up to your chin, your phone in hand you scroll trying to take your mind off of the howling wind outside and the freaky deadites.

“Remind me to get rid of the cheese grater.” Melissa hums climbing in next to you.

“Oh god.” You shudder remembering the scene. “No cheese graters or tattoo machines in this house.”

“Deal.” The red head laughs wrapping her arm around you. You shift scooting back to have her behind you. She holds you a little tighter than she normally does, the sound of the rain hitting the window starts to lull you to sleep until youre jolted out of your haze by the sound of glass breaking and a door slamming.

“What the fuck was that?!” Melissa bolts up resting her hand on your hip. You sit up completely still, listening for anything else.

“Hopefully not a possessed angry zombie mother.” You hiss getting up with the red head. Melissa grabs her bedroom bat and you stand behind her, hands on her back as you both creep through the house.

“If I ever get possessed you better take me out.” She whispers.

“You got it, baby.” You agree, completely tense as you both get down the hall.

“It’s in the bathroom!” she hisses looking at the now closed door.

“I’ll kick it open, you swing.” You whisper standing on the opposite side of the door frame. Your girlfriend gives you a nod and you move like a lightening bolt kicking the door in and moving to the side again as Melissa winds her arms up ready to swing.

“Oh my god.” Melissa sighs bringing a hand to her chest. You look in past her seeing the bathroom window broken and a tree branch through it.

“So not a deadite” you sigh in relief. Melissa steps forward and you pull her back by the arm. “Stop, you’re gonna step on glass. It’s too dark to deal with this right now.”

Melissa puts her arms down closing the door again.

“We’ll have to wait until the morning to do something about that.” She hums.

You can’t help but smile standing beside her. “Thank you for protecting me from deaites and tree branches.”

Melissa laughs intertwining your fingers pulling you back to the bedroom.

“I think we have to put a no scary movies in the dark rule in place.”

“Deal. Big time deal.”

[munsster]

that everything feeling

A/N: i love s3 and i love s3 steve in his s3 scoops ahoy shorts. so i like basically did a mini s3e7-8 rewrite??? but it’s not serious. and now there's this

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!GN!Reader

Summary: You (Henderson!Reader) despise Steve Harrington, but the end of the world (and your little brother's gang) has other plans for you. 2.6k words

Warnings: season 3 major spoilers (lol), canon-level gore, blood & vomit & drugs, kissing (ew right), fluff, cursing, drugged steve, more kissing & cursing

Steve is basically limp against you, and you have to laugh at how quickly the Russian amphetamines went right to his head and turned him into a walking slinky. Well, more stumbling than walking. You also have to laugh at the awful situation Dustin and his little shit friends left you with: dragging their half-concussed babysitter through the mall rapidly away from a troop of bodybuilder-types foaming at the mouth and hungry for blood.

Speak of the devil, two of the brick shithouses in question—each larger than both you and Steve combined—come barreling against foot traffic in your direction, though not quite at you, which is somewhat of a relief because there’s a chance to escape. Still, your heart is pounding deep in your ears—something that always sends you in a stupid direction. So with your fingers wrapped around Steve’s bright red neckerchief, chanting ‘please be unlocked, please be unlocked’, you yank the door to one of the mall’s storage closets wide open and tug him in after you.

“Woah,” he sighs, putting a hand on his sinking chest, and when you look at him, he’s marveling up at the ceiling, and you’re about to slap him across the face if he utters one more drug-induced adage. “Did I just die? Is this what the afterlife is like?” His eyes go wide as saucers when he turns to stare at you, suddenly bursting with giddy, schoolboy laughter.

You clap your hand over his mouth and guide him deeper into the pitch-black room at the sound of muffled shouting beyond the reinforced plywood door. He trips over a fallen broom, knocking himself off balance enough to instinctively anchor to your waist and slump back against a wall of stocked shelves. And he has the audacity to ‘ouch’ when an empty spray bottle bounces against his skull to the floor.

As much as you’re against Steve Harrington, you do have to give the bastard credit; he has a very natural charm about him that you can’t stay mad at for very long. Which is why you’re going easy on him today: not ribbing him for his reckless abandon and motherly love for the kids. He clearly cares, or else he would’ve let someone else take the hit. I mean, he’s got those gorgeous, brown eyes, all honey in the sun and starry. He hums against your hand and shuts them. But in a frog way, one after the other. And you’re almost relieved. A moment of silence, at last.

“Did you just lick me?”

You flick your hand away and wipe it down his shoulder with a killer glare, and he’s back to laughing his stoned ass off. But your fed up meter is boiling over, and those pairs of boots thudded along a while ago, so you slip your fingers between his and pull him along into the now unlit foodcourt, checking behind you every couple of steps to make sure he’s not facedown on the linoleum. That would be seriously inconsiderate seeing as he’s caked in blood, and it would suck to have to wipe that up on minimum wage.

“Um…” he huffs, tightening his iron grip on your hand and halting to a wavering stop next to the centerpiece fountain. He looks seasick and pale and moist, and you don’t need to hear him to know that when he says, “I’m gonna yak,” he’s being dead serious.

“Oh my God, Steve, you’ve gotta be kidding me”—you’re suddenly panicked when he tugs at the collar of his uniform with his brows drawn taut together—“okay, okay, where are the bathrooms, they’re—holy shit, across the mall. Nevermind—”

“Sink,” he grumbles, finding his shaky footing a few steps ahead of you, hand in clammy hand.

“What?”

“How ‘bout a sink?” He presses on, and you’re compelled to let him drag you around tables and chairs because he feels so sure and set, and you’re not one to deny a bleeding, more-than-slightly intoxicated man. You bare your teeth in a fake, almost worried grin.

“Steve, you’re drugged, where the fuck are we supposed to find a sink”—and in that second, you look up at the flickering LED sign—“Scoops.” From which epiphany, you take the lead, pushing him at the hips around the counter, through the swinging door, straight towards the deep, aluminum sink that he dunks his head into and proceeds to violently spew into.

You take to fiddling around the room, including but not limited to: dragging your finger across the dusty, steel table, opening and closing the service window, and reaching for the top of one of the shelves only for two ice cream scoops to clatter to the floor and scare you shitless.

“Nice,” Steve chuckles, running the faucet and wiping his cupped palm down his chin. He reaches forward and flicks three light switches, illuminating the baby blue room and the storefront with a warm and buzzing fluorescence. You gasp when he spins on his heel.

“You’ve got blood all over you,” you say. Because you knew he got jostled around pretty bad back there, but you didn’t think it would stain his shirt or earn him an insane shiner.

He looks down and shrugs. “Hey, handsome’s gotta do what handsome’s gotta do, okay?”

You roll your eyes and back up through the door to the front and nod him along before ducking down to locate the first aid kit and set it next to the register. “Come here,” you coo, “in the light.”

“Woah, bossy… okay,” he says, following you and bumping his hip against the counter and watching you flip the case open, digging around with both hands. He smiles sweetly when you stick the tip of your tongue out while taking out stacks of paper-sealed supplies, frantically scanning labels and directions.

“Okay,” you huff. You tear a small, white square open between your teeth and unfold the antiseptic wipe seated inside it. In one hand, you hold Steve’s jaw, tugging him closer while the other carefully cleans the blood spattered around his bruised eye. He hisses and latches one hand into the side of your shirt.

In tandem, you both “Sorry!”, and chuckle a little, and he’s still holding your waist, but you’re still holding him and tilting his face toward the light. You open a new parcel and dab the wipe at the cut below his lip. He squints his eyes shut, grunting and shifting his weight slowly.

“D’you want a bandaid for that?”

He shakes his head.

“Just gonna tough it out?”

A blossoming yet stubborn smirk gives him that signature shithead appeal, and you guess it’s conditional when he says, “They don’t call me ‘the king’ for nothing.”

“Nobody calls you that anymore.” You let go of him and shove the leftover wipes and bandaids into your pockets.

“Yes, they do.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“They so do.”

“Okay, name one person who calls you that.”

He scoffs. “Your brother.”

“Half brother.”

“Whatever,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest, “he thinks I’m cool.”

“For your sake, I really hope Dustin respects himself a little more than that.” You crouch down to slide the kit back onto its shelf before popping up and smiling in Steve’s face. And he clenches his jaw, trying not to glance at your lips for too long.

“Wait,” he thinks out loud, “half? Same dad?” And c’mon, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“No, same mom. And it means you suck, Harrington, and my brother is definitely cooler than you,” you say, eyes suddenly wide and pleading, “don’t tell him I said that.”

“Oh, I’m gonna tell him.”

“Steve, don’t.” You poke his shoulder, and he tosses his head back to laugh. You look so serious, it makes his stomach hurt a little, but he’s glad he can still make you laugh when you look down for a second to hide a smile.

“Fine, fine, I won’t.” He shrugs, and you groan.

“Liar.” You turn to walk away, but before you can even move, your foot slips on the wipe, which would’ve sent you flying backward with a split skull if Steve hadn’t caught you and pulled you hard against his chest.

“Woah, don’t go falling for me now,” he teases. And despite how lighthearted he tries to sound, you can hear the deepset worry in his throat making his voice thick and breathy. “At least let me get changed, yunno, all that blood—”

“Shut up.”

He’s a little confused when he looks at you and you’re clearly not poking for fun. You’re straight-faced, and his stomach churns so delightfully when you curl your fingers into his shoulder. You don’t know if whatever this is is mutual when his eyes go a little glossy and his cheeks blush pink and warm. Your heart is wild and deafening and you think this feeling is nice. Like it could stay this way, and you wouldn’t even question it.

Because in reality, it’s already like this most of the time. Tip-toeing around and teasing each other like you’re some kind of forbidden fruit. Like it wouldn’t be fair to have each other. To care about each other even though you might as well. You might as well when you keep glancing down at his mouth shamelessly. When he brings his hands closer together around your back, there’s nothing louder than your blood like water in your ears.

You don’t even hear yourself whisper, “please,” but Steve sure as hell does.

He nods, feeling the curve of your spine, mapping you out because even though he can’t work a compass, he’s pretty sure you’re his true north. It’s not a hallucination when he leans closer or when you move your fingers so gently up the back of his head.

“Holy shit, there you are!” Dustin hollers, and you let out a heavy breath and draw yourself quickly away from Steve who shuts his eyes and pushes a hand through his hair. You hop over and scoop your brother into your arms. He groans, still patting your back reluctantly and saying, “We gotta go.”

…

Why you’re standing at the top of a hill watching these actual children babble into walkie-talkies is beyond your comprehension. You’re pretty sure even Steve gets it at this point. Though, he does call you over after spending a couple minutes listening to your brother and his staticky lady friend. Which is exactly why you agree and follow him blindly.

“I just need a little help pushing it out of the mud,” he sighs, gesturing over to the Cadillac slowly sinking into the grassy sloped meadow.

“‘Kay.”

He slumps into the driver’s side and pats the seat next to him, urging you to open the door with a sigh and slip into passenger. Turning the key, the car chokes a little before starting up, and Steve reaches across for the back of your seat, putting the car in reverse, and hiding a smile in his shoulder when it easily glides backward a few feet down the hill.

“Well… that was easy,” he mumbles. Your jaw ticks, and you look at him with a stupidly cheeky and incredibly feigned smile. Getting out of the car, you groan up the hill, and Steve fumbles for the door handle after shutting the car off.

“Wait,” he calls, and when you try to ignore him, “Wait!”

“What do you want, Harrington?”

His confidence falters a little with a dent in the soft earth, and you keep walking as if he’s not crazy about you. As if you don’t know and feel the exact same. But you’re sure nobody’s ever been crazy about you before, and this is Steve Harrington you’re dealing with. And then he’s shouting after you.

“Kiss me.”

Even your lungs go silent at that. You pause only for a step, recovering when you hear him get close and shuffle in the grass. What you don’t expect is him jogging far enough to wrap his hand around your wrist and stop you short of the shining horizon of Hawkins.

You turn, and Steve looks insane. Hair mussed, chin split, and eye swelled, but you bite the inside of your cheek because under it all, he’s handsome. More than a young adult boy should be, and when he says, “kiss me,” again, you believe it. He’s charismatic and thoughtful and he loves your brother almost as much as you do, and you wonder what stopped you all these years. Maybe it was impending doom, and now that it’s closer than before, maybe you’re feeling manic.

But maybe that’s okay.

“You’re high,” you whisper, “you don’t know what you want.”

“Come on, don’t do that. You were there when I puked up just about everything, right?” He wants to admit that right now, there’s nothing in his system but you and your smile. You’re in him like a sugar high; he can’t pinpoint the cause, and he knows he’d do it again. No matter how much you’d tease him for being cheesy, he’s serious. And with him looking into you like this, you feel insane. His brown eyes give you the stars and the everything above.

“I know what I want,” he says, squeezing your hand and guiding you closer. This is definitely not spur of the moment, unless this moment has lasted three years. He wants you close. Closer, even, than this, with you hovering like body heat though the night is cold and makes him rethink. But every time he does, he feels the same. “And I think you do, too.”

You reach up to cup the side of his neck, rubbing your thumb along his throat and trying to ignore the way your eyes water and cloud your vision.

“Hey,” he whispers, tucking his knuckles under your chin and pecking your temple, finally gathering you in his arms and rubbing your back, leaving another kiss against the crown of your skull. You lift your head, and he chuckles at the smear of blood down the bridge of your nose.

“Oh,” you huff, smiling and wiping your sleeve across your face. But looking up at him makes you feel embarrassed. Batshit and bothered and shy. He looks at you like it’s you. Everything, always.

And you hook your arms around his shoulders and catch his mouth with yours, grinning and going back for another when he holds you tighter than before. Your teeth click a little, but you figure it out, and you feel light at the noises he makes. No more ache and hurt and strain, just his soft lips pressed to yours. Just his palms sliding up your back. Just his smile and yours.

“Jesus Christ!” Dustin shouts from the top of the hill, “I called it—Woo-hoo!” Steve snorts when Erica slaps a five into Dustin’s waiting palm. You look at Steve and even past that to the sky, the open air and its stars. He smiles and kisses the corner of your mouth. You blink and grin before your eyes drift down to Hawkins. And Starcourt.

But your eyes go wide, and its not amazement when you mutter, “Holy shit.”

masterlist

[2knightt]

heyyy i love ur acc. SM. do u think u could do johnny x reader w some type of argument or the gangs reaction to having an argument?? like i dunno some one tryna come onto johnny and reader throws a lil bitch fit? IF NOT LITERALLY JUST IGNORE THIS LMFAAOA LOVE YA

↳you the fucking coldest₊˚✧

➬ johnny cade x fem!reader

a/n; THANK U OMFG!!! ILYT!!! ALSO I GOT TOTALLY CARRIED AWAY LMFAO IM SICK AND BORED SO. also,,,SORRY I DIDNT ADD IN SOMEONE GOING ONTO JOHNNY I HAD NOTHING FOR THAT LOL

you and johnny were the perfect couple, but every couple has their rough patch.

you had heard that your cousin was in, the two of you were real close before he moved up north.

but it’s not like you were gonna see ‘em. too lazy, you said.

one day, you were just chilling on your couch. it was hot in oklahoma, but who’s surprised? it’s always hot.

but this time, it was so bad you wanted to go into soc territory just for the pool they got.

you were about to say fuck it and go, until you heard a knock.

all your friends and johnny just come in, they should know that by now.

you sighed and got up and walked towards the door.

“hey, y/n! long time no see?”

“ANDY?”

your cousin just smiled and opened his arms, welcoming you in for a hug and you gladly took it.

you dragged him into your house where you talked for hours, catching up, reminiscing about the old days, laughing, all that good stuff.

the next day, it was still unbelievably hot.

so, you and andy thought it’d be funny to go into soc territory for at least an hour of being cool.

jam packed in there, you joked about how you felt like a fish in a sardine can.

the two of you got in after andy started scolding you for not putting on sunscreen.

you and him had so much fun! so much fun that you forgot about the people around you, like johnny’s friends.

two-bit thought it’d be funny to be a well known grease in a soc’s pool.

until he saw you, laughing with some GUY in the pool! splashing, chasing each other and basically flirting!

so you better believe he rushed right over to the curtis house to see johnny cade sittin’ on the couch.

“JOHNNY! I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING IT’S IMPORTANT.”

“wo-woah, calm down two-bit. what is it?”

“I’M PRETTY SURE YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS CHEATING ON YOU! I SAW HER IN THE POOL WITH SOME GUY! THEY WERE BORDERLINE FLIRTING TOO!”

and johnny’s world came crushing down.

he was devastated, but even that would be an understatement.

was he not good enough? was he too quiet? too shy? did he not take you on enough dates?

the poor boy was on the verge of crying, ‘till dallas winston came in and started shouting some nonsense.

“how ‘bout we go pay your broad a visit later? right when they come back, huh?”

“why?”

“to confront her, ya dummy.”

his friend said, smacking the top of his head lightly.

and pay you a visit they did!

you put on your cousin’s favourite movie, made some popcorn, gave him his favourite soda, and right when you got comfortable, you heard another knock.

weird, again.

you opened the door with a sigh to see your boyfriend and dallas winston right behind him.

johnny looked pissed while dallas looked…normal.

his friend bent down and whispers something in his ear and walked off.

“so, where were you? at the pool?”

“yeah? wait—how’d you know?”

“oh so you don’t even TRY to hide it?! cheatin’ on me in public, y/n?! are you fucking kidding me??”

he shouted at you as you scrunched up your face.

cheating?? with who??

“what? i wasn’t cheating on you?! i never would, johnny! be serious right now.”

“i bet you have him in here right now. two-bit told me how he looked. wouldn’t be a problem if i looked, right?”

he said, squeezing his way into your house.

he locked eyes with andy real fast.

“…are you fucking with me, y/n?”

“what? that’s my cousin.”

“yeah fucking right!”

he threw his hands up in the air and stormed out of the place while you tried to explain.

he just slammed the door shut, leaving you speechless.

you cried and cried on your cousins shoulder while he apologized for not speaking up.

the next day, you went on a hunt for johnny cade.

you found him in the lot, he looked like he was cryin’.

“johnny? johnny please let me speak.”

all he did was give you the stink eye and walk away.

you kissed your teeth and rolled your eyes.

if he didn’t wanna hear you out, fine.

let him be like that.

dallas knew he fucked up. he knew he fucked up real bad.

he caught a glimpse of what he thought was your side fling through the window but he noticed, he looked an awful lot like you.

dallas winston went on his own misson, to find your mother.

he found her at her workplace and he dropped the question that’s been on his mind.

“hey, uh, mrs.l/n.”

“oh my! hello dallas, lovely to see you again.”

“yes, yes you too. uh, do you know this guy that’s been at your house? has brown hair, tall, sorta looks like y/n.”

“oh, andy? that’s my nephew. he’s just the sweetest! you should go talk to him, he’s visiting this crummy old city for awhile.”

ah shit. shitshitshit.

he just ruined your guy’s relationship!

scratch that—two-bit just ruined your relationship!

he ran while thanking your mother, he ran his ass alll the way to two-bits home.

he knew he’d be there, drinking, watchin’ mickey mouse, and whatever other bullshit he does.

dallas barged into his home and shouted for his friend, only to find him on the floor.

“what d’ya want, dal?”

“you fucked up, you fucked up realll good.”

“what?”

“that was her COUSIN YOU DOPE.”

fuckkkk.

how was he supposed to know?

and that’s exactly what he asked, after the feelings of guilt washed over him.

“how was i supposed to know?”

“i knew with just one look! how couldn’t YOU TELL?!”

“WELL SHOOT WHAT’RE WE GONNA DO NOW?!”

two-bit asked, jumping up to his feet.

dallas licked the inside of his cheek while looking of to the side.

“i dunno, explain it to johnny?”

“if they end things for real, i ain’t never believin’ in love again.”

dallas shook his head as two-bit walked through his door. he couldn’t help but agree with his friend.

they drove until they seen him walkin’ around, lookin’ like a bum.

“hey, johnny! get in! we gotta talk.”

johnny nodded and got in the back seat.

“we gotta talk about y/n.”

he groaned and leaned his head back against the head-rest, looking up.

“seriously? can’t we talk about somethin’ else?”

“no, johnny! we messed up.”

it’s too late for ‘mess ups,’ now.

johnny rolled his eyes and got out of the car while dallas chased after him.

“hey, man. we’re being serious.”

“how much she pay you?”

“nothing! i ain’t spoken a word to her.”

“yeah right.”

dallas sighed as johnny started walking in the opposite direction.

he walked to two-bits car and knocked on the window and two rolled it down.

“go n’ find y/n and tell her johnny’s sorry. he ain’t yet, but he’s gonna be when i tell everyone else.”

two-bit nodded and drove off while dallas started walking to the curtis house.

steve and soda were off work, ponyboy wasn’t in school since it’s the summer, and it’s the weekend so darry can’t work.

he basically kicked the door down, and shouted for everyone to get into the living room, NOW.

“what is it, dal?”

“yeah, what happened?”

dallas sighed and said answered their questions,

“johnny and y/n broke up over a the uh,”

“the cheatin’? yeah we heard.”

“yea..can’t believe she’d do that.”

“but she didn’t. that was her goddamn cousin. even asked her mom to confirm.”

the house erupted into gasps and groans.

“so what do we do?”

“convince them to talk to each other. they gotta come ‘round sooner or later.”

they annoyed johnny, and they annoyed you.

your whole days were filled with the gang shoutin’ your name, but you thought it was to argue over the false accusations.

so you walked the other way, and johnny did the same.

until, sodapop and steve finally cornered you.

“if you guys are here to yell at me, i ain’t no cheater!”

“we know, jeez.”

oh. now you kinda seem like a douche.

“oh. so, what do you want?”

“TALK TO JOHNNY, PLEASE!”

“PLEASE!!! IF YOU DON’T I’LL UH—I’LL BREAK UP WITH EVIE!”

“what the fuck, steve?”

“go with it, soda.”

they whispered to each other, while still glaring at you.

“yeah’ an-and i’ll kill ponyboy!”

“okay not that far.”

steve said, turning to look at soda.

you giggled to yourself watching their banter. you kinda missed them, just as much as you missed johnny.

“does he even wanna talk to me?”

“uh-totally!”

“yeah girlfriend! let’s go to my house! he’s there, just bawling!”

even though you were confused at the nickname, you still went with the two best friends.

you three walked into the curtis house where you seen ponyboy rubbing johnnys back while they sat on the couch.

he was sittin’ with his head down and his hands intertwined.

they pulled darry’s chair so it was right in front of johnny.

steve sorta, pushed you into the chair.

johnny looked up and soda wasn’t lying. he had looked like he’s been crying.

the gang walked into darry’s room to leave the two of you alone.

you were the first out of the both of you to speak.

“i-i’m sorry johnny.”

“no-no. i’m sorry, y/n. i’m sorry i ain’t believe you, i don’t know why i acted like that. it was so stupid of me. and i still love you, i really do.”

you smiled and got out of the chair to sit next to johnny.

“that was real stupid of you. next time, just let me talk, okay?”

“i will. i swear, i’ll be a better boyfriend. just give me another chance.”

you kissed his cheek and grinned at his shocked face.

“couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, but you.”

you guys were having a sweet moment, just staring into each others eyes, living in the moment.

until you heard cheers.

“YESS!!”

“FINALLY!!”

“good for you guys.”

“I DON’T HAVE TO BREAK UP WITH EVIE!!”

“AND I DON’T HAVE TO KILL PONYBOY!!”

“wait, what?”

may 27th, 2023. 8:56PM