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Inked Up | Mark Lee

warnings: sub!reader, dom!mark, tattooartist!reader, sex in the studio, sucking him off, coming on your face, pet names

“Appointment for Lee?”

You shouted into the waiting room waiting for your next client and then saw a man get up from the couch at the window and greet you with a smile. He was rather tall, dressed in a black tank top that clung to his muscles showing how they flex with his every move. You couldn’t help yourself but look at how he was covered in hours worth of art from other artists getting lost in the bright colours and line work. 

He greeted you with a bright smile which made your heart flirt but no moves could be made on one another as that was the unprofessional thing to do…

“Can I ask your name?”

“Oh yeah! Sorry, it’s Mark by the way!”

Fuck his smile was beautiful seeing the way his eyes glimmered under his glasses. He may look intimidating but he was a nice person under all the ink covering his body. Walking up to your station in the corner of the open plan room behind the screen that was moved earlier in order to give you both privacy for today's tattoo.

Mark couldn’t hide the fact he was very nervous for the session ahead of him and the fact he has to be rock hard for this tattoo. Taking Viagra before he left his apartment and now his cock is sensitive but nothing was helping him, especially his jeans. Mark felt so restricted, so exposed, so vulnerable to the outside world or anyone watching him. The man mentally slapped himself when he saw how beautiful you are in person now you were going to be face to face with his raging thick cock. Sighing before getting onto the bed while you finish setting up next to him looking at the wall art on the four walls as a distraction before it was time…

“Can you take your pants and underwear off for me?”

He got up from the bed and turned his back to you before taking off his pants finally being fully exposed to you, there was no more hiding. Mark’s hands were shaking from anticipation sliding out of his jeans and underwear feeling like all eyes were on him but it was just you and him and one artist behind the screen at the other side of the room. He got back up on the bed and did his best to hide his raging boner from you. The sight of you with your hair up out of the way and glasses on him caused him to whine in frustration wanting this to end when the tattoo hasn’t even started. 

The man hissed as the cold from the stencil creme shot through his body tensing all of his muscles in shock. Mark couldn’t make eye contact with you from this point forward, it was his own fault booking an artist as beautiful as you rather than his normal artist as it would ‘make things awkward between them’. Your gentle touch on his cock drove him crazy leaving him aching for more letting his mind wander what you would look like with your lips wrapped around his fat tip licking up his pre cum. Once the stencil was on and ready to go Mark let out a sigh of relief.

“Just tell me if you need anything, ok?”

The man agreed with you instantly as you turned on the machine and started the painful process of tattooing his beautiful cock. You couldn’t deny he did have the perfect cock from the way it curved to the veins, it made you flustered as you were inches from it dreaming of how it is to have his cock rested on your tongue. Itching for just one lick…

Just one…

So far the session was going well, small talk was exchanged between you both and Mark held onto the arms of the chair when the pain was getting too much for him. He may be covered in tattoos but nothing compares to the suffering getting the most sensitive area tattooed. The sweat started dripping down his body from how anxious he was and it raised concern in you letting him take a break and get sugar back into his body. The TV above you both was playing a random show which Mark tried to keep his focus on the whole time and not look at you. 

The image of you being so close to his cock was never going to leave his mind and he just met you, the first tattoo ever with you and now he has to run away because he can’t keep his hormones under control making him feel like a teenage boy once again. 

Mark sat back on the bed ready to get started again but his cock has gone soft leaving him more embarrassed than he has ever been in front of someone. The blush covered his cheeks leaving him nowhere to hide from anyone that could see him in this vulnerable state. Your thoughts were running a hundred miles an hour at this point thinking if you should take the opportunity or not. The studio was now empty which was helping you make your decision swaying you towards the more risque option you had in mind. 

“Let me help you Mark…”

You cringed as you said the words out loud as you waited on some sort of reaction from him. He was stuttering over his words trying to string a sentence together but by the time he could say anything you were on your knees in front of him looking up into his eyes. Mark leaned down rubbing his thumb over the apple of your cheek before giving you the go ahead. 

“You know what to do angel”

Those were the last words he muttered down to you as he leaned onto his elbows watching how you choke on him. You took one long deep breath before letting your lips around the head of his thick cock tasting the bitter pre cum. His moans were beautiful filling up the empty room as your gloved hands wrapped around his length. Everything about the sight above you, one of the most attractive guys that has walked through the door of the shop now has his cock in your mouth moaning for you and only you. 

“Baby you are too good for me…”

The name sounded perfect as it rolled off his tongue perfectly, having its effect on you making your thighs rub together as you search for a way to get off while pleasing Mark. His glasses now sitting on the floor after they fell off he couldn’t care less about his glasses he just wants to spill his seed over your face. 

It didn’t take long for Mark to come to the much needed high he has been needing since he left his apartment this morning. Drool was running from the corners of your mouth and down your chin making it much more sloppy which Mark was loving. His eyes were rolled back into his head due to the intense pleasure he was feeling losing all sensation in his lower body. 

“I’m going to cum!”

That’s all it took for you to let him fall out of your mouth before jerking him off waiting for him to paint your face white. Closing your eyes waiting on it and moments later feeling the warm sticky load fall onto your cheek letting him empty himself onto your face ruining your makeup but you couldn’t care less. Rope after rope of warm thick cum covered your perfect face now you were claimed by Mark…

“Pretty girl just for me huh?”

@markleelately hope you enjoyed 🤭

ted just being utterly fascinated by and smitten with y/n’s body... how soft her skin is... he can’t believe he gets to call her his girlfriend

Oooh I love this. And Ted would love this. He's such a sucker for texture and scents (despite Jason's inability to smell - ha!) so he's all in to be as close as possible and show you off. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warnings: Pining and adoration and some light smut

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He'd never touched something so soft in his life, he thought, until he touched you.

You were out at the pub one night with the club, dancing, and he found his way dancing with you, and when he grabbed your hand - on accident at first - it was like...

He couldn't even describe it.

An electric shot. A lightning bolt. But the softest thing he'd ever touched.

Ted Lasso truly wanted to be your friend first. He was fragile, and you were, too. But he couldn't help but stare when he watched you walk through the hallways at Nelson Road.

He couldn't help but stare when you talked, the way your soft lips formed words. The way your hair bounced when you laughed.

So when you invited him over one warm summer evening to watch a movie, he was thrilled at the chance to just hang out with you.

But when you sat next to him on the couch with your cozy shorts and long, smooth legs, and he felt you bump up next to him, well...

That whole "I won't let this crush get too far" went out the window. He pined to touch more of you. He could guess by looking at your exposed shoulders and arms, your neck, your collarbone, your long legs...

just how smooth you'd feel under his fingertips. Under his lips.

Ted grabs a pillow off the couch to cover his lap.

"You OK?" you ask brightly, getting up to grab a drink.

"Uh, yeah! Yeah, I'm fine. Just ready to see this movie! Thanks for invitin' me over."

You head to the kitchen to make a couple of cool summer cocktails and Ted watches your legs take you out of the room. The way your hips sway, the way you hummed a little tune...

"Get control, Lasso," he thought to himself.

And sadly you never got to see the end of that movie. Because you were lying under Ted's body on the couch before the credits could roll. Hell, before the climax of the film.

Speaking of climax...

His hands were everywhere. Roaming up your legs, your ass, under your tank top, and oh your tummy is soft to the touch. It's so warm and so...

He gets distracted when you moan his name with a breathy sigh, his lips finding their way back to your chest and collarbone, and your shoulder, your neck...

Oh, that neck. He could just die.

His hands are greedy and hungry and wants to explore every inch of your body. So when you whisper, "Bedroom?" he doesn't wait a beat before getting up and bringing you with him.

He also likes to take his time. He takes his time laying you down, takes his time, pulling down your cozy shorts, takes his time pulling off your tank top. You take your own time tugging up his shirt, running your fingernails down his broad chest with the masculine pattern of hair.

His lips are...perfect. His mustache tickles you just so, but the way you both kiss is magnetic. His lips move with yours, nibbling on your lower lip. Your tongues dance perfectly and sensually, just enough to keep you begging for more.

Your body meets his, and he pushes in so gently, getting used to your silken, warm place that's just as soft as the rest of you. He nuzzles against your neck and kisses your ear.

"So soft, sugar," he murmurs to your skin, his lips peppering love everywhere he can reach. Your fingernails skate down his back and it turns him on more.

Your back arches off the bed with every pass of his big, warm hands. While not soft, they're comforting. Long, fingers perfectly shaped and strong and muscular in just the right ways.

His forearms were lean and sexy, always with his sweater rolled up around them.

His shoulders were broad and strong, his body soft in all the right places. You were enamored with touching him as much as he was with touching you. And the touching along could send you tumbling off the cliff of climax.

After, when you're lying there under your covers, Ted pulls you closer to his body, his hand roaming up and down the curves of your back and hips.

"Mmmm," he hums quietly with his deep, husky voice. "Touchin' you is a dream come true."

He's almost in a trance, the way he touches you. Slowly drifting his fingers up and down your skin, his nose cozied up near your neck as you fall asleep.

...

As you and Ted continue your relationship, he's still in awe that you're his.

In the summer, you're laying out on a blanket on the green, reading a book under the shade. Your shirt's ridden up a little on your back, and Ted - buried in his own book - lays his hand there, rubbing it softly.

At the gala, your low-back dress is the perfect place for him to dance his fingertips when his arm is over your chair.

On the couch for a movie, you tangle your leg between his, wound together like a vine, and he rubs the smooth skin of your thigh.

Even after a long day of work, he brings your feet to his lap to rub. They're just as soft as the rest of you.

He never wants a moment to go buy when he's not touching you.

So he makes it his goal in life that when you're near, he can feel you. Gaze at you. Admire you. Love you.

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*sniffles* I want this. Raise your hand if you want this? I want this. Thank you for this prompt, friend. May we all find a Ted or equivalent who wants to keep us near!

Our little secret - Eddie Munson

Teacher!Eddie x Student!Fem!Reader

Words; 3.5k

Synopsis; you don’t know that you are your favourite teachers, favourite student..

Warnings: P in V, Public sex?, Pet names, Oral (m receiving), mouth covering. Not proof read…

A/N; reader is over 18!!

“Ok if you could fuck any teacher, who would it be?” You friend Lilly asked boldly, and quite loudly in the middle of the University halls.

You and your friend Casey laugh at her confidence that nobody would hear her, or maybe she didn’t care. You tried to hide the embarrassment in your cheeks, knowing exactly who you would choose.

“I would definitely go for Cavill, he’s the sexiest English teacher I have ever seen,” she says, imagining the thing he would do to her in her own mind, lust in her eyes.

“Gross,” Casey scoffs, “I’d probably go for Misses Brown, she is something else,” she says, “You like women?” Lilly asks shocked, “I came out to you in fifth grade, what the fuck?” Casey scoff at her best friend of twelve years.

“Sorry,” Lilly says sitting back against the wall, “y/n, you?” She then avoids her best friends hatful gaze, “uhh I don’t know,” you said, lying, completely lying, you have had the most sinful crush on your music teacher Mr Munson since you started at this shit whole University.

“Seriously, I thought you would’ve gone for Cavil too,” Lilly says a little disappointed, “I’m not really, into older men,” you lie, all you were into was older men.

It’s not like your crush on Munson was illegal, he was in his mid thirties and you were almost twenty one, so even if anything did happen, which you highly doubt it would, it wouldn’t be illegal or anything. Would it break every single school rule ever? yes. Would he loose his job? Yes. But, like you said, it would never happen.

“What about Munson? He’s kinda cute,” Casey says, you cheeks instantly flush a red, “oh god, the things I would let him do to me,” Lilly laughed, you gagged at her horniness trying to ignore the embarrassment.

And of course next lesson was music, you always had a certain excitement for music. Maybe it was because of your sexy teacher, or maybe it was because of the instruments.

You sat down in your regular seat, next to Lilly near the back. Your guitar standing next to you ready for whatever you needed to learn today, “right,” you heard that familiar, masculine, raspy voice of your teacher.

God did you live the hot weather recently, all he had been wearing were these tight white tank tops and low black jeans, his long shaggy hair either in a messy bun or down. “Fuck,” Lilly gasped, you couldn’t help but feel maybe a little bit of jealousy when Lilly stared at him with her hungry eyes.

“Gross,” you stated crossing your arms again, your eyebrows furrowed, and expression a little tensed, but that immediately went away when your teacher shot a smile at you, god his smile was so perfect.

“Y/n, good to have you back,” he said, you just smiled back at him nodding. You had only missed yesterday, it felt a little weird he stated your presence and not Micheal’s who had been gone a week.

You watched as he explain a project to the class, you could never really pay attention, especially when he took a second to take a sip of his water, his jawline showing off in the best ways, his muscles flexing. God you could just faint right then and there.

“So get into groups of, four and get on with it,” he said clapping his hands together, which took you out of your little trance, “wait, what?” You said turning to Lilly, “What?” She asked, “What are we doing?” You asked, “Did you not just listen to anything he said?” She asked, “No,” you said in a stutter, a little embarrassed, “God you always zone out in music,” she scoffs, “You have a thing for Munson,” she then says pointing a finger at you, you covered her mouth almost immediately, looking over to see if anyone had heard her.

“Are you fucking crazy Lil?” You asked, and she just couldn’t help but laugh, “Shut up,” you said hitting her, “God, your such a liar,” she said shaking her head, “Can you just tell me what we are doing?” You asked, “groups of four, choose a song to perform next week,” she said.

“Your with me, right?” You asked, “god no, you suck, sorry,” she said, “Lilly,” you said, “maybe you should ask Ed if he’ll give you some extra lessons,” she said winking at you before going off to another group.

You rolled your eyes, you knew she meant it in a sexual way. But you couldn’t help but think about it, tutoring? You did need it, you could never get the rhythm right.

You sighed as you walked over to your teacher sitting at his desk, “Mr Munson,” you called out walking up next to him, he looked up to you, his pretty brown eyes making your legs weak, and his lips that you just wanted to kiss.

“Call me Ed, you’d know that by now y/n,” he smiled, “Ed,” you then said shaking your head, “I was, I was just wondering something,” you started, “yeah?” He asked, god why was every word that came out of his mouth so, attractive.

“I suck at guitar, and your a great teacher, so I was- I was wondering, could I maybe just get some extra, lessons maybe, I can’t actually afford a out of school tutor right now,” you said in a little ramble, he looked a little unsure at first, but then nodded “of course,” he smiled at you, you could just scream.

“Ok cool,” you went to walk away, but realised you needed actual times, so you turned back around, “What days? And uh times?” You asked, “How about Wednesdays after school, and Friday lunches,” he suggested, you just nodded awkwardly, “Cool, good, yes,” you said putting a thumbs up and walking away.

“Woah, where are you going?” Lilly stopped you from walking off, “Music,” you said, you forgot you hadn’t told them. “Wh- why?” She asked confused, “well, I asked Ed for extra lessons, and he said yes,” you admitted, “You actually asked?” Lilly stated, “Yeah, I mean I do suck,” you stated, Lilly looked to Casey, exchanging a look, “What?” You questioned.

“You gonna fuck him?” Lilly said with a smirk, “what, god no!” You said, every-time her boldness always shocked you. “I would,” she said in a disappointed tone.

“It’s just lessons, oh my god,” you said, “yeah and who else does Munson give lessons to?” Caste then budded in a asked, “I- i don’t know,” you said trying to figure out someone but finding no one. “He wants you,” Lilly says tapping your shoulder, “I hate you more and more everyday,” you said shaking your head at her immaturity and walking away from her.

“Go get him tiger,” she laughed out, as you flipped her off walking away. Annoyed by her.

You lightly knocked on the door, seeing the incredibly beautiful teacher at his desk, this time in a tight blue shit and black ripped jeans, his hair still down, and muscles still flexed.

“Hey, come in,” he said, you walked in shutting the door behind you and walked up to a seat, which he immediately grabbed another and sat in front of you.

You grabbed out your guitar, you felt nervous. Why did you feel nervous, god it was just lessons, absolutely nothing was going to happen, especially not during school, someone could see you even if you tried, although, there weren’t actually windows besides the one at the door and that was shut.

“Ok so, what do you think you have trouble with?” He asked, leaning in closer to you. You stutter a little at first, anxious at how close he was, Lilly’s words running through your mind.

“I think it has to do with staying on beat, rhythm, and speed,” you admitted to him, “okay, that’s something that’s easy to work on, you don’t have any problems with coordination do you? That’s always a hard one to sort out,” he said with a smile, “No,” you said simply.

“Ok cool,” he said, scooting even closer, he made you place your guitar in your lap like usual. “It’s all about practice really, and sometimes even just listening to the song your learning over and over again, but more focusing on the beats, you know?” He says and you just nod, trying to not zone out like usual.

“So, should we pick a song for you to do?” He asked, “I guess,” you said, “what’s your type?” He asked. You. “Music type?” He then added, and you replied with, “Mainly rock, punk,” you stated, watching as a smile grows on his face.

“Me too,” he nods, a blush covering your cheeks as he looks at you. “Any bands?” He asks, “Nirvana, Sabbath, I guess are my mains,” you stated, “Ok, well, smells like teen spirits start is a good start off,” he suggested, and you immediately shake your head, you hated how much that song was played, it was a good song but not something you could listen to over and over again anymore, it’s more of a once a year song.

He chuckles at your immediate response, “So your a real nirvana fan,” he says, “You could say that,” you smile back at him, “Ok, In bloom, is that fine?” He asks, you nod.

You practice the chords to the song for a minute to two, getting them pretty easily. The rhythm was easy with this one since you knew the song pretty.

But there was this one chord you couldn’t quite get, no matter how much he explain, you couldn’t get it, it was embarrassing honestly, you really did try.

“Ok here,” he said standing up, he came up behind you, his arms reaching around to glide over yours, you heart beat picked up its pace almost immediately.

“Here. And here,” he said placing your fingers in the ring position, “enough pressure to make it sound not muffled, but not to much to where it hurts,” he says, his voice was right by your ear and you were honestly so close to just running out of that room.

You do as he says, his touch made your skin turn in the best ways. You could feel goosebumps, and your core start to throb, you felt so disgusting but, good at the same time.

“Ready,” he said, holding your hand over the strings, “close your eyes,” he whispered, you could feel his breath on your neck, it was warm and yet it sent shivers down your spine.

You closed your eyes and let the pic hit the strings, strumming the chord perfectly. “There you go,” he said placing his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it before sitting back down in front of you.

“You wanna try and do it in timing now?” He asks, you nod doing as he says. You did it a little slower than the actual time, but doing it pretty well, “Well all you really have to do now is practice those keys over and over again,” he smiled, god this wasn’t ending, you really didn’t want this to end.

“Do you have a group for the project yet?” He asked, “nope, Lilly ditched me,” you said. “That’s okay, I mean it’s not okay, but- you don’t have to do it, since your newer than the others to this,” he smiled, “thanks,” you said.

It went silent for a second, and your eyes took control, they couldn’t help but roam at your teachers posture, leaning over, his elbows resting on his knees, still taller than you.

You watched as he then stood up, stepping right in front of you. His groin was right in front of you, you felt his fingers glide under your chin: you swear you were dreaming.

“Your kind of a perv you know,” he says, you stay silent in embarrassment, and in shock. “I see you staring in class, all the time,” he states, and you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

“I-,” you try to get words out but you can’t, everything about this was wrong, but making you so flustered you couldn’t breath almost. “It’s okay princess,” he said, god you could’ve melted at the pet name.

“I like it when pretty girls like you stare, especially you,” you watch as a smirk spreads across his lips, he leans down in a crotch position so you weren’t looking up at him. “Tell me,” he says, “what?” You managed to ask.

“Tell me what you think about when you stare,” he smirks. “Please,” he smiles, “i- fuck,” you said shaking your head not believing this is happening, looking down to the ground trying to comprehend the fact that Lilly was right.

His hand cups under your chin like before making you looking at him, “Tell me,” he said in slightly more demanding tone, which turned you on so very much.

“Depends,” you said, “depends on what?” He asks, “your wearing,” you say, “oh yeah?” He asks, “Tanks tops, I normally imagine ripping it off, straddling you in your chair, while you fuck my brains out,” you say, shyly but with other a stutter.

“I love imagining unbuckling your jeans, your leaned up on the wall while I suck you off,” you say another fantasy, “or, I’m on the wall and your the one giving me head,” you state.

“And, my personal favourite,” you smile seeing the way he’s dying on the inside, “bent over the desk, your hand over my mouth trying to keep me quiet as you slam into me, over, and over,” you say.

“You wanna make those fantasies a reality or keep it in that dirty little mind of yours,” he says, “making it a reality sounds nice,” you say, he nods agreeing with you, “yeah,” he says kissing you, you felt yourself fall completely apart then and there, honestly you wouldn’t care if anyone walked in, you just wanted him.

You felt his hands grip your hips pulling you up, legs wrapping around his waist. He placed you onto his desk, disconnected his lips from yours for a moment to lock the door, taking off his shirt on the way back over.

God, it was even better than you imagined. Your fingers trailed over his stomach, and then his chest, before coming back up to his neck and kissing him again.

“I don’t think you notice,” he breathed out as he kissed down your neck, “What?” You asked, trying to focus on something. “Me staring at you,” he admits, you smile at his words, feeling his hands glide under your top and lift it up and off of you. “Your my favourite student,” he says his fingers unclipping your bra, so effortlessly, so easily.

“Your my favourite teacher,” you say right after him, in which he laughs against your skin. Kissing over your chest, taking one of your breasts in, a gasp escaping your mouth as you feel the pleasure run over your chest.

“Y/n,” he says looking at you, you missed his lips on your skin already, “Hm?” You asked looking up at him, his eyes were so beautiful, “You cant tell anyone, not even your best friend,” he said, you had to be stupid to tell Lilly this, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut, especially not about this, and Casey would definitely tell the blabber mouth anyways, “our little secret,” you said, watching a smirk form across his lips for the hundredth time.

“Good girl,” he said, you couldn’t help but whine at the pet name, loving it already. “You like that?” He asked looking back into your eyes, you bit your lip nodding, leaning into the hand he had on your neck, kissing down your chest once again.

“Sir,” you called out, he immediately stood right up at the name, smiling at your words. “Yeah princess?” He said, “Can I,” you gulped taking in another breath, “Can you?” He asked tilting his head a little forward furrowing his eyebrows.

You eyes looked down to his crotch area and he smile as you got what you were trying to say, “go ahead,” he said, your hands immediately went around his belt and you fell off from the desk onto your knees, pulling down his jeans and boxers, his length popping straight.

God, he was twice as big as you imagined. You were honestly intimidated by it, but you wrapped your hand around the lower half and licked a stripe up to the tip, hearing a soft moan escape from his lips.

“Good, good,” he whispered, his hand falling on your head, wrapping his fingers in your hair, you took a deep breath in before shoving him in your mouth, taking most of him in, just as much as you could, which was more than enough. You went slow for a second, feeling his tip hit the very back of your throat, but you got use to it after a couple times, and your pace got faster, bobbing your head back and forth, loving the sounds that were escaping his mouth.

“Ah fuck,” he said, you could feel his grip on your hair tighten, but you didn’t care, you loved this so much, “ok, ok,” you heard him say, pulling your head off his cock and making you stand up, “your so good,” he smiled kissing you harshly.

He twirled you around and bent you over his desk, sliding your pants and panties down your legs, his hands sliding over your ass to your hips, you could feel his tip at your entrance, “You okay love?” He asked, you whined out a yes, “hurry,” you managed to get out, feeling so needy you could die.

“So needy,” he said gripping tightly on your hips before slowly entering you, neither of you cared for a condom at this point, “oh god,” your hands wrapped around the edges of the desk, knuckles must’ve been turning white at how harsh you were gripping it, feeling his length slide in and out of you slowly, everytime speeding up a bit, but he was going way to slow for your liking.

“Your not living up to my fantasy sir,” you spoke, “oh no?“ he questioned, “What do I have to do then?” He asked, “just, don’t hold back,” you said with a smile, “you asked princess,” he said, before slamming into you harshly.

“Fuck!” You screamed out, feeling his hand then come around to your mouth covering it, lifting you up so your back was against him but he could still fuck you.

“Shhh princess,” he said kissing your neck before slamming into you again, his thrusts some how getting harder and harsher by the second. Your muffled moans wouldn’t stop, the feeling was painful in the best ways, but mostly pleasurable.

“You like sneaking ‘round don’t you?” He asked, “I didn’t take you for such a whore y/n,” he said, god was he good with his words. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit your g-spot, “there?” He asked hitting the same spot, you nod. He let you fall back onto the desk, his hand was still around your mouth and the other was in your hip, you didn’t know how he was doing it but he was.

You whined as he continued to hit the same spot over and over again, harder and rougher, every time he hit it was more pleasurable than the last. “Fuck,” he groaned out, “you close princess?” He asked, you nodded as you felt the knot in your stomach build and build.

Your nails were digging into the desk as you felt your climax wash over you, the best orgasms you had ever had, you could see stars. Your vision became blurry as you arched your back and came all over him.

“That’s a good girl,” he said removing his hand from your mouth, only hearing harsh breaths escape from you, he slowly pulled out of you, you didn’t even realise he came inside of you, but he did, you were on the pill so you had absolutely no problem with it.

You felt him pull up your pants you forgot he removed, you slowly stood back up, turning around to see him pulling up his own pants. You felt a little bit of fear that this might’ve just been a one time thing, he looked up to you after unbuckling his jeans smiling as he kissed your soft lips, “get dressed, lunch is almost over,” he said winking at you.

“Ed,” you called out as he grabbed his shirt, “This isn’t a one time thing, is it?” You asked a little nervous, “No, no, no,” he shook his head, walking up to you again, his shirt falling back over his chest.

“Maybe we should try a date, out of town,” he smiled at you, you felt a little fuzzy at the words, but happy about it, putting your bra and shirt back on, “I’ll pick you up at seven, Friday night?” He asked, you nod biting your lip, about to turn around to leave, but before you could he grabbed your wrist kissing you one last time, “Fix yourself up before you leave,”.

Danny's Evil Jaunt Pt. 3

(this is the chapter but I have work soon so I will tag everyone later a swell as links) @little-pondhead @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 (you two get tagged because your the big inspirations :D

warnings: swearing

Word count: 1.3k

Let it be known that Fright Knight loves his job. It's literally why he still exists. He exists to serve the King of the Infinite Realms and stand as the embodiment of Halloween and similar celebrations. That said, he feels conflicted as he gazes at the mechanical husk his future king shows off. 

Compared to a normal mortal, its stature was massive. Though for Fright Knight it was about equal height, possibly a little smaller. The inspiration was clear and a little flattering. The metal was shaped into a stylized Fright Knight, complete with a (mundane) sword.

He eyes his king as the Halfa clings to its arm. He rambled about how he was planning on taking the husk to a pocket that was populated with heroes with him to guard him, and how he wanted Fright Knight to help with ‘teaching it how to do those cool sword moves you do Frighty!’.

Has his king replaced him?!?! No, surely not! There's no way this heap of scrap could ever compare! He had been around for CENTURIES while this thing hadn't even existed an hour ago! The king still had his hands inside it making adjustments yet!

“My Liege! Please forgive any misgivings about this… thing, but may I know the purpose of such a creation? You said that it was for protection yet I am here.”

His king turned his head towards him, arms still hidden within the side of the imposter. “His name is Fright-bot, and he's gonna keep the heroes off me while I work! They get annoying when you're trying to do some welding and all of a sudden you have like three arrows comin’ at ya real fast.” the young Halfa finally pulled his glove clad hands out of the monstrosity.

“He's also for keeping my other works safe, that's why I need him first. I’m thinkin’ of keeping most of my bots in my ‘therapy’ dimension that Clocky showed me for convenience, and they need a guard! But I can't just have you away to protect them! You need to do head guard stuff! I know you want to protect me and stuff but I can’t just let you just out in the living world with me all the time!” the king continued as he slid the siding back onto the almost finished robot. “Besides! It's kinda like you're protecting me from afar! Since it’ll be your techniques and stuff. I just gave it a body and Tuck helped me with the learning algorithm stuff so you can teach it.” his legs finally released his hold on the beings arm, dropping into a handstand and falling back onto his feet upright.

The flaming kight considered this. While it’s true that he can’t always accompany his king (as much as he would like to) it would be nice to have some assurance that the King would be safe. Perhaps he could convince the King into some sort of deal…?

Well Danny could say that he’s extremely happy with the events that happened at the castle! He and Frighty came to a deal finally! Frighty would teach Fright-bot how to fight and stuff but Danny would have to put in a built-in alarm system that notified Frighty that something bad was happening, so he could come in and save Danny’s day. Overall pretty good! Now to start working on those blueprints, he was so excited!

‘Ok, who gave the kid permission to build huge robots?’ Oliver thought as he saw the Fenton kid perched on top of the mecha-knight looking thing, and pulled back on his bow. Just as he released the arrow the thing’s head swiveled around like an owl and caught the damn thing! The kid looked up at Ollie and smiled.

“HI MISTER ARROW!! HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?” the kid shouted at him and jumped off the robot. Oliver sighed and readied another shot but was forced off his rooftop position by the purple knight.

“Who's your friend there, kid? He looks like the wrong kinda crowd,” the kid’s grin grew wider as he unfolded that damn cannon and attached it to a slightly glowing tank on his thigh.

“Do Ya like ‘im?! I built him myself, his name is Fright-Bot!” The fanged grin of the kid did not get any less unsettling as the newly dubbed ‘Fright-bot’ landed next to Fenton again.

“Uh uh, real nice kid. Why don’t you calm down and give up for today, yeah?” Oliver made sure to keep the knight within his sight. It honestly looked like it could snap someone in half.

“Hmm? Ahh.. I don't think so Mr.Arrow, I worked really hard on Fright-bot and I wanna see how I can make him better y’know! I promise I’ll keep the damage to a minimum!”

“You have your fingers crossed behind your back, don’t you.”

“What nooo… I would never lie Mr. Arrow, it's very hurtful that you would even CONSIDER that I would do such a thing. I believe you owe me an Ice cream now!”

“Kid, there was a snowstorm yesterday. And I don’t think you need any sugar.” The bow pulled back and the Knight rushed.

It wasn’t a fair fight in the slightest, Ollie was out numbered and the goo that was glowing a slight blue-green did not help. Especially with the still slick roads, so it was only a matter of time before his legs were stuck to the concrete. Frozen actually, the goo turned into weird ice. Fenton had the big guy grab his arms while the kid himself searched his body, eventually finding his wallet. The one he brought on patrol in case he got a bit hungry. Guess he was really buying the kid ice cream after all.

“14..15..16..21. Nice! You think it’ll cover it Fright-bot? I don’t know the prices but I think it’ll be enough. You watch Mr. Arrow for me! I’ll be back soon I promise!” and like that the kid expertly glided over the iced roads and into the Ice cream parlor. To be fair to the kid, the Ice cream here was kinda expensive.

While the kid was gone Oliver tried to escape from the Ice and the robot, but neither were budging. Well until Roy came up and stabbed the focused robot in the back, somehow causing it to malfunction and release Ollie’s arms. It fell to the ground with a heavy thud as Fenton came out of the parlor. 

“Oh no! HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!” Fenton screeched. Then released a guttural groan and whine. “Come onnnn…. I still had an hour left! And now I have to leave EARLY!” he honest to god pouted at the two vigilanties. 

Then a lazarus green swirling mass opened in between the opposing parties and out stepped another Fright-bot, this time with a much more intimidating demeanor. This one was bathed in purple fire and held a sword covered in green flames that gave off the feeling of nightmares. 

“MY KING! I RECEIVED THE ALERT AND CAME AS SOON AS I COULD'' it bellowed. Shaking the ground around them.

King? What, did Fenton make them refer to him as King? That felt weirdly out of character for what they had seen so far. 

“Frighty! You were just WAITING outside weren’t you!” Fenton yelled at the knight. The knight didn’t take his eyes off the two perceived threats. And picked up Fenton by the scruff of his coat.

“My King! I knew we couldn’t trust your safety with that pile of metal! Only I- FRIGHT KNIGHT, is worthy of protecting you! NOW YOU TWO. YOU ARE HEREBY GUIL--” the knight spoke and was cut off by Fenton. 

“We get it Frigty! Just.. Can you grab the Fright-bot and just take us home please… I told you this was a trial run to see how to improve him!” the child pleaded. The knight stared forward for a few moments before sighing and coming forward, yanking Oliver out of the Ice and flinging Roy and him out of the way. Then picking up the lifeless metal and carrying Fenton away through another swirling portal where it closed behind them seconds after they were out of sight. 

“Hey Arrow, what the FUCK was that?”

“A massive pain in the ass that keeps getting bigger”

CAN WE GET TRANS EURORORY PLSSS 🙏🙏

I actually love this so bad thank u anon!!! since you didn’t specify if you want a fic or not I just made some hcs for both mtf and ftm. I hope that’s ok!! 💋💋

ftm euro who definitely walks around his shop/house in his binder like it’s a normal cropped top. or sometimes at practice just because he can (I dunno bout you guys but when I was ftm and had my binder I did the same thing😭was basically my second skin)

like this :3

ftm euro who you help take his T shots bc he hates needles (ironic right?). he’s glancing at the wall, the needle and your steady face as you hold the syringe, cleaning the spot under his v-line with an alcohol wipe. “you ready?” you ask him. you ask him it every morning, though it’s been two years now, but you know how he still gets.

ftm euro who doesn’t really show how excited he is when it happens, but deep down gets really excited when he sees hair flux on his face and body. he was already pretty hairy everywhere, but when his arm hair, happy trail and face stsrted sprouting he was estatic. eight in the morning, sleep still in his face as he comes in the bathroom. he goes to brush his teeth, but he stops in place when he sees his mustache growing atop of his lip. he almost doesn’t believe it until he leans closer in the mirror and feels it and his face, and he giggles to himself, shaking his hands excitedly. when you wake up and get situation you notice he’s giddy, happier. “notice anything?” he joins you at the couch, and as you examine his face you gasp and smile. “oh! baby youre startin puberty!” you joke, making him laugh as he grabs your cheek and rub your thumb along his mustache, and he can’t stop smiling. “I know right? like, it’s whatever. and i’m not really a mustache guy but it’s..yknow it’s progress.”

ftm euro who I personally think wouldn’t care if his pronouns got purposely used incorrectly. you on the other hand, you correct them immediately, bc it’s like, he doesn’t even look like a girl? so it’s definitely out of spite (when I was ftm my girlfriend at the time did this too😭). but he doesn’t mind, hell just shrug it off and go on about his day. “øystein, dude, why don’t you correct them? doesn’t that bother you?” hellhammer is chilling on the counter next to euronymous who’s behind it, watching as the older customer walks out with their new records. “not really. why?” “well yknow..yer’ trans and if I had people calling me a ‘maam’ in my store i’d be kinda heated.” he says, and euronymous wants to laugh. “jan axel, i’m 5’6 with long black hair. I wear rings and bracelets and cropped tops, and that’s not like just girly shit, but I don’t think people…actually know or care if i’m a guy or not. they see the hair and think lady, and I don’t care bout it. she was like 50, she probably didn’t even know who she was talking to.” he laughs as another customer comes in.

ftm euro who, when he gets top surgery, walks around with no shirt. like that’s a given, we all would. but he’s everywhere with his shirt off. shop, home, gigs, grocery store. like you can’t tell him anything. and he can’t wait till they heal so he can watch you plant your hands on his chest and ride his cock :3

for mtf euro, oh man. like that’s my wife like euros already my wife but f’eurory oh my god don’t play.

I feel like mtf eurorory is giving like slavic girl miu miu bayonetta glasses office siren milf. like this

do you get my vibe?? like her hair is already long and pretty and curlyish and I feel like she would ROCKKKK I high-ish ponytail or claw clip/banana clip look.

mtf euro who I personally think would be fem and masc. she would still have some of the outfits we see in the movie, but I feel like (esp since it takes place in the 80s) she’d have a casual romance goth look. long skirts and boots, cardigans and tank tops with others/her band, necklaces and more wrongs and bracelets. a corset here and there. milf glasses. and you help her with her makeup!!

mtf euro who’s parents are v supportive, mtf and ftm. paying for her hormone supplements, estrogen, etc. friends are just as supportive, and so is her partner!!

mtf euro who gets a lot of love/boost for being openly trans and goth/metal. not onea those artist who grab waving flags at concerts, bc that’s just not mayhems music. but seeing as it’s the 80s you wouldn’t know there were a lot of trans people in the scene! but euronymous is so famous and loved for her music it boosts her, paints her in a good light, funnily. the scene sees it as empowering, brave, it also sheds light on what euronymous loves about her music, “all kinds of people from all over the world loves my music, because everyone feels pain” and she is ‘all kinds of people’. yay equality!!

mtf euro who definitely gets fucked more by hellhammer. sorry not sorry. yeah she was hot as a guy, but fuck, growing estrogen boobs, makeup and dresses and skirts? giving everyone a hard on. and a girl without a cock is an angel without its wings, hellhammer can’t get enough. he loves watching her face and grabbing her small boobies as he bullies his cock into her. mascara running? lipstick smudging? so fuckin hot.

you love it too, that is if you guys date. take it from me when I say there’s no cock like girlcock. and she’s so pretty, her glittery eyelids and soft eyes on you, her rosy cheeks that you hold and her parted glossy lips that join with yours as you bounce on her cock, your free hand pulling at her hair which makes her moan more. can’t get enough. love my wife >:3

HEHEHEEH I LOVED THIS!!! thank u so so so much anon I hope you guys liked this one too, don’t be afraid to send more?!?! send me your personal hcs, your ooc thoughts, anything! I love it all I live u guys so much you’re so creative!

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hii I was rereading your work and i was wondering if you could do a Seonghwa + firsts when ur free!!!

thankksss

Heck yes! He was next up in my head too bestie 😌 now we’ve only got one man left!

Seonghwa + Firsts

First Date: This man is going to ruin men for you with this romance novel date. He brings you to a farm where you choose and cut flowers yourself make bouquets at the end of the day with them! It’s so cute how wide with wonder Seonghwa’s eyes are, soaking up the rainbows of flowers and your own gazes of shock and joy. You’re sure you looks like he does, filled with the most joyous wonder, but no matter what his infectious happiness is enough. When you finish, he asks if you’d like to exchange your bouquets, and with your heart thumping, you agree. He hands it gently it to you and you realize he picked almost all flowers in your favorite color, a few extras as accents to it, and it strikes you how much thought he put in!

First Time Holding Hands: Honestly, I think he’d do that the moment he first confesses to you. He takes your hand and looks deeply into your eyes as he tells you he really likes you, would you be interested in spending more time together?

First Kiss: It’s a few dates in. You’re not in a rush, and you know he’s a gentleman, which you appreciate because it means you’ve got a sweet guy who isn’t with you to get in your pants- not by a long shot! The moment is so classic it feels like something from a movie. You’re alone together just enjoying being in each other’s company, the feeling of the night breeze. Seonghwa asks permission, reaches over to get something out of your hair…but when his fingers leave it they trace along your jawline and suddenly he’s pulling you softly into his lips.

First ‘I Love You’: You enter the dorms and Seonghwa standing there with a smile, all your favorites laid out for dinner and a vase of your favorite flowers in the middle of it all. He knows it’s been a long day, he tells you, he wanted to do something for you. It wasn’t only that he couldn’t wait to see you. He has something to tell you, too, something to do with the fact that euphoric is the only way to describe how he feels around you. How light he feels every time you show him your caring heart. It means the world just to see you smile like you do when you walk in the door, tell him it’s amazing, and falter before both of you speak the words simultaneously: “I love you.”

First Fight: It’s more like a snip fest with him, like it starts with something kind of petty but you get ticked when he complains that you leave things a mess because it wasn’t that bad, you just lost one thing he came over to get and your home wasn’t a disaster. Then because he had an especially bad day, he replies passive aggressively and you end up icing him out for a bit. The afternoon passes like that, both of you just taking some much-needed space, and you come back together cooled off and ready to apologize.

First Anniversary: A true romantic, Seonghwa one hundred percent considers your hundred days an important celebration. He stays classic with the gift of flowers and matching couple rings for you, taking you out on a boat ride where he gifts them to you on the calm, sparkling water! He tells you then that he can’t wait to hit one thousand days with you.

First Pet: Ok, so Seonghwa really loves furry animals, right? But we all know his true favorite animal! You come home with a surprise, telling him he has his very own dragon now. His eyes light up and a smile spreads across his face as Seonghwa makes the assumption you’ve gotten him a plushie or a lego dragon. Wrong! What you have is a little tank for a bearded dragon lizard all set up with the cutest little decoration you could find- ok, fine, it was supposed to be for a fish tank, but shhh! Seonghwa can’t help but laugh and shake his head, but he also immediately coos and picks up the little guy gently in his hands. Your new baby’s name? Toothless, of course!

Can I please request Little Maria hill and Mummy Laura Barton.

(Maria's little age around 4/5 Laura, before she married clint)

Laura's relationship with Clint is getting serious, so she wants to introduce the two most important people in her life to eachother.

Clint thinks its a joke to start with, but then Maria shows up sucking her thumb and cuddling her blanket, scared of the 'meanie head' in their apartment.

The three of them end up watching Thomas the tank engine , cuddling on the sofa.

Something along those lines, feel free to add / change things around

I trust you 😉

Meanie head (laura X Clint X little Maria)

Warnings: sfw age regression

"Maria? Sweetheart? Can we talk about something?" Laura asked the brunette who looked up from her colouring book with a nod. She sat up from her previous lying down on the floor position and anxiously waited for her caregiver to start talking.

"I was hoping we could talk about Clint, you remember I told you about him?" Maria nodded, Clint was Laura's boyfriend of almost a year, Maria knew it was getting serious and it made her extremely nervous. It meant things were probably going to change and there was a nagging thought in the back of her mind that Laura would leave her for him or at least love Clint more.

"You don't need to be upset, if you're not ready to talk about this it is okay." Laura didn't want to push the girl into anything she was uncomfortable with. "I'm ok, but it's scary." Laura nodded, "I understand, I just wanted to ask you something. Well, me and Clint have spent a lot of time together recently and you are the most Important people in my life and I want you two to get to know each other." Maria nodded slowly, "okay I'll do it." She smiled trying to hide her fear but of course Laura saw right through it, she always did.

"Baby, come here." Maria smiled climbing up on the couch and snuggling into her caregivers arms. "I just want you to know, no matter what happens I love you more than anything and I'm never ever leaving you."

"never ever ever!" Maria exclaimed making them both laugh. "That's right. Never ever ever, so you can stop worrying, I promise. You do however need to go for a nap sleepy girl." Maria didn't always need naps but she slept terribly the night before and put it off so she could carry on colouring and playing. "Kay mommy." she sighed, rubbing her eyes.

The two walked off together and brushed their teeth and the little got dressed in her character pyjamas and jumped into bed with her special blanket and teddies. "Do you want a bedtime story? Or two knowing you." Maria nodded pointing to her two favourites.

Half way through the second Maria fell asleep, she kissed the littles head before getting up to leave. A loud knock at the door made her cringe, she looked over at Maria anxiously but luckily she didn't stir.

"Hey, thank you for inviting me over. What did you want to talk about?" Clint smiled, kissing Laura's cheek. "I wanted to talk to you about my roommate." Laura said nervously, leading him to the couch. "Maria? What about her?"

"Well she's not just my roommate, she's uh.. I um... look after her." Clint nodded along, still confused. "Okay I'm just gonna say it. She sometimes regresses to the mindset of a child when she's stressed or upset because of trauma and I help her. I'm her mommy and she's my little."

The archer laughed a little and turned on the TV. "Yeah okay." He dismissed, smiling to himself. Laura didn't know how to react so she just sat there, in her own thoughts.

They had just finished a movie when Laura noticed something out of the corner of her eye. Maria had woken up from her nap, and was stood waiting anxiously blanket in had and thumb in her mouth.

"hey baby, did you have a good nap?" Clint was alerted to the brunette's presence and when he saw Maria hill the top shield agent cuddling a blanket he couldn't help but laugh. Laura shot him a warning look. "I had good nap." The little said quietly earning a smile from her caregiver. "I'm glad baby, do you wanna come sit next to mommy?"

Maria shook her head and shuffled nervously she didn't like new people in her home, this was supposed to be her safe space but right now she didn't feel very safe around him. She wanted to cry when he laughed at her or gave her strange looks, she just wanted him to go so she could have cuddles with Laura.

"why not sweetheart?" Laura asked softly, Maria pointed at clint. "He a meanie head." Laura sighed and walked over, picking Maria up. "I didn't know... I'm sorry Maria. I thought Laura was joking and I just wasn't expecting this. I didn't mean to laugh at you."

"see baby, do you think we can at least go say hi to him?" She asked softly, Maria gave a small nod, Laura sat down on the couch next to him with Maria on her lap. "hi." The little whispered behind her thumb. "hey kiddo, we were gonna watch another movie. Is there anything you like to watch?"

"Thomas!" Maria exclaimed with a giggle. "Thomas the tank engine is her favourite cartoon. She has story books of it and everything."

"Maybe we can read one together later." Clint suggested as he searched for the cartoon. Maria nodded with a smile, maybe he wasn't such a meanie head after all.

Why Mike stopped taking his shirt off after 1991? ;-) It's a shame, really. They are two shows from 1995 when he did it, but unfortunately they're crappy quality.

Anon, are you ready for pure unfounded speculation? Are you prepared for armchair psychology at the expert level? Ok? Here we go!

I will be the first to admit that I haven't read/seen a lot of Mike articles/interviews from the 90s, and especially not from the early 90s, so he or a journalist may have covered this question in even a roundabout way and I wouldn't know...but....my guess is that it has a lot to do with both the shot to stardom Mike experienced with the release of TRT and the changes in his body from AD onward. I really don't think Mike knew what was coming when they started touring for TRT. I think the dude gets hot and sweaty easily and knows he looks pretty good with his shirt off, so he takes it off. And then he was 'hunk of the month,' and then the groupies showed up, and then really obsessive groupies show up, and then he sees what the guys in the other bands on tour are doing with those groupies, and he thinks to himself...'no...I don't want that.' And through all that, the TRT tour slogs on for like what...more than 2 fucking years??? By 1991 even, as far as I remember, he doesn't take off his shirt too often? With the Bungle tour, there weren't nearly the massive stadium crowds, and Mike was with his childhood buds, so he probably felt more comfortable to be his zany, sweaty, different levels of undressed self. By the time Day on the Green rolls around, Mike's in gas station attendant mode and he doesn't look back, for the most part. He still gets hot and sweaty though, and whenever you see him with like, an open shirt, or in a tank top, or maybe even shirtless from then on...it's probably like 100 degrees on stage and he'll die of heat exhaustion otherwise (or...he's fucking pissed off and needs to get back at RHCP).

So that's the big thing....the other thing is that I do think Mike is a little self conscious of his appearance (yes, even in his crazier getups), and, honestly probably from the stress of fame and touring, and just...not being in his early 20s anymore, his physique changes a lot at the end of the TRT tour through like...1998...maybe even early 1999? He loses a lot of muscle mass and gets really, really thin by 1996. So even if he might be feeling comfortable, say on the DV tour, he's got t-shirt on. After that...it's a little hit or miss, like I think he's a little more comfortable in his body, but I also think he's still carrying the memory of his big fame days and has to temper showing it off with little cute crop tops, or being at a Zorn performance.

So there you have it...we all think Mike is just gorgeous and that....kinda freaks him out....

Hehehe! Another night without sleep but another story to write! (even tho it's not night-) here you go @doodle17

It had been weeks since Oleander came with his question, but Loboto couldn't get his mind off it, no matter how hard he tried. It stuck in his brain like an infection, spreading to all parts of his mind. What would Raz think if he knew? He can't know.

"Out of all the places for psychic brain farming, why did it have to be the summer camp?.." Cal thought to himself while looking over the plains Coach drew up.

"Hey papa!" Razputin said while running over to give his father a hug. "What ya up to?"

"O-Oh!" Cal scrambled to hide the plain from his son's sight, he also tried his best not to think about it either so he couldn't read his mind. "Just some work plains! I was trying to find another treatment for Gloria, but you know how hard it can be. Anyways, enough about that, what have I told you about sneaking away from camp at night?" Cal glared at his son, trying to change the subject.

"To not do it unless it's an emergency I know I know, but this time I really do have a problem!"

"Which is?"

"I can't sleep." Raz said with a smile, which his father couldn't help but return.

"What are we going to do with your Razputin?" Cal asked his son.

"Love your son." He replied.

Cal let out a small laugh before taking Raz to bed, then handing him over to the lung fish to take him back to his cabin.

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Later that night, Loboto went to talk with Oleander. He knew he had to turn down working for him, for not only his son's but all the campers safety.

"Loboto, so nice to see you. How do the plains look?" Oleander said while pouring a small shot of whiskey.

"The plains look fine, while I'm more worried about at the current moment is how you got alcohol in a summer camp." Cal said, turning down a shot.

"Eh, when you work here, you know how to sneak a few things in."

"Whatever, I came to tell you that I can't do this! All this is cruel to the children, and as a father myself I can't be!-" Loboto was quickly cut off.

"Listen Cal, I get that you don't want to do this. But think of all the good it can do at the same time, we can wipe out those who think psychics should be 'fixed' in one way or another. You won't have to worry about the danger that they could bring to, oh what was his name again? Gaz?"

"Raz.." Cal corrected, intrigued by what the coach had to say.

"Right right, but Raz could be safe from people like them, you wouldn't have to home school him out of worry that something might happen, you wouldn't have to worry about exposing him to the world because of people like them. We can get rid of them all, how does that sound?" Oleander said, taking a sip of his shot while looking up at Loboto.

Could this be real, could they really do it? If they did, then Raz could see everything he ever wanted. He could be free from staying at home or camp all day and night. He could be happy.

".. ok, fine, I'll do your plan Oleander, but keep my son's brain out of it."

"Fine by me Cal, you got yourself a deal." Oleander said with a smirk. "You should head back, it's late and we have work to start tomorrow."

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The summer was almost over, only two more days of camp, everything was going along fine now. The tanks powered by brains, great. Cal making sure his son never found out, also great. Now, how to get the brains without harming the kids.

"Oh no-" Cal thought. "This will be harder than I thought-" Cal sighed while trying to figure out how to do things. Then it hit him, an idea that made his stomach tie itself into a knot. What if he got Raz involved? He hated this idea from the bottom of his heart, but with so little time, he might just have to. But just in that moment, Raz showed up.

"Hi papa! Ready for a fun day of tag and hide and seek before camp is over?" The child looked up at his dad with stars in his eyes.

You see, today was a day where some kids had to head home early, so there was going to be a full day of games for the kids and parents to enjoy. But in the downside, if Oleander and Loboto wanted a decent amount of brains, they had to stike today.

"Yeah, yeah of course. But Razputin, I want to talk with you about something before we start." Cal met his son's gaze, the guilt of what he was about to ask hitting him like a truck.

"Yeah papa?"

Cal took a deep breath. "Razputin, you know I would never do something with the intention to hurt you, or anyone I care about for that matter.."

"Ok?"

"So you'll understand why I need to ask you this.."

"I'm starting to lose the point here.-"

"I need you to help lure the other children into traps to steal their brains to put into tanks that will help make the world safer for you by getting rid of all the anti-psychic people out there!" Cal explained with lighting speed, then taking a moment to catch his breath. "That was a lot to say." Cal looked back at Raz, who had a look of horror and disgust on his face.

"Papa, I love you and everything, but what the actual fuck?!" Raz snapped.

"Raz I!-"

"No! No no no no no! I can't do that! They're my friends! The only ones I've made out of thorny towers and most likely the only ones I'll have since I can't got out into the real world! I won't hurt them like this!" Raz yelled, angry tears starting to form in his eyes.

"But Razputin! Think about all the good it could do! If this works, then we can make it so you can go out into the real world! You can make more friends then you ever would here!" Cal snapped back, his patience wearing thin.

"No! I won't do this for you! Even if what you're saying is true, this is just cruel!" Raz yelled back, the tears that had formed in his eyes just a moment ago starting to fall to the ground as he stared at his dad.

"RAZPUTIN LOBOTO! AS YOUR FATHER I COMMAND YOU TO WORK FOR ME!" Cal yelled, not wanting to let these words slip out, but they had.

His son looked at him with a face full of shock, no glaring, no nothing. He just.. looked at his dad, he never knew he could get that mad. Guess that was mixed in with the mad scientist gig he was in for awhile. Once Cal realized what he had done, the guilty feeling he had just a moment ago resurfaced.

"Raz.. I-I'm so-"

"Save it.. I get that your work is more important than me being happy right now" Raz said, looking down at the ground before running off into the words.

"Razputin!.." Cal called out, which Raz ignored.

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"Raz! Razputin where are you?!" Cal called out, trying to find his son anywhere.

It had been hours since Raz ran off, the sun was setting and kids were heading home except for a few. All the games have been packed up and put away, and things were starting to close down at the camp.

Cal walked through the forest, pushing a few branches out of his way before coming to a clearing with a river. Odd. Where has he seen this before. No time to question that though, because where was Raz, sitting right next to that river of course.

"Raz!" Cal ran over and bent down next to his son, starting to examine him to see if he was hurt. "Are you alright?! No cuts no blood?!"

Raz stayed silent, but he nodded as a response.

"Listen Raz, I'm sorry.. I'm so so sorry for what I said, for what I tried to do.. I just wanted the world to be safe for you, for you to be welcomed into society instead of being cast out from it like I was.."

Raz looked up at his father, willing to listen to him talk, but won't say anything in return.

Cal took a good look around before he began to speak. ".. You know, I never told you how I found you, but I think you're old enough to know now..

"I was walking out here one night, trying to find a new test subject for something, I can't remember what anymore. When I heard you crying. I followed the sound for a long as I could, but in the end, I wound up here. And I saw you in the water that's right in front your eyes, Razputin."

"Really?.." Raz said quietly, almost to the point where you couldn't hear him at all. But Cal did, and he nodded.

"From that point on, you were Razputin Loboto, my one and only child. The one person I love more than anything else.."

"Well if you cared that mush why try to put my friends in death machines?.." Raz groaned.

"I never wanted to Razputin, I wanted to refuse but Oleander got into my head and-"

"Wait, Coach Oleander was behind all of this?" Raz looked at his dad, confused and a little angry. His dad nodded to answer his question.

Raz grabbed his father's had and started to try and drag him. "We need to tell Sasha and Milla!"

Cal didn't want to get the Psychonauts involved but that what's going to happen now, so he followed his son all the way to the two agents, where they explained everything.

Oleander was caught and was going to be released from his job at the Psychonauts but Cal knew he could change, so hee tried to reason with the agents. And to his delight, it worked. Oleander was going to be suspended from his position for a while, but he wasn't going to lose it for good. Although he did need to do some therapy or something to change his ways.

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Once that was all said and done, Raz hugged his dad.

"Sorry for running off Papa.." he said, not bothering to look up at his dad, who smiled while hugging back.

"I'm sorry for going along with Oleander's plan for so long.."

"Yeah you really screwed up there." Raz said with a little laugh.

"I really did." Cal laughed a bit with his son.

Yandere Idol Asmodeus (obey me one shot)~smut Warning~

He was at the top of the charts. Face on billboards, articles in magazines, and dozens of interviews and appearances on tv. You, along with the rest of the world was in awe of him and his talent. A singer, dancer, actor, he had it all. He also had you. Being his personal assistant was a complete chore. For someone so famous, it was a hassle to mange him and his social life. You did your best to keep up and he knew that, always giving you praise. He adored you, you knew that. He would tell you regularly, which you assumed was just something that he got used to saying. However he should love you, because of how good you were at your job. You weren't just there to book him concerts and meetings, you were also one call away when he needed someone to pick him up from the club, or when he was feeling overwhelmed. He abused your phone number, not only calling you when something important came up but he wouldn't leave you alone on your days off, he would ring you up just to talk, wanting your opinion on dumb things or just when he wanted attention. You felt almost like a parent chasing after him all the time. However you were hardly able to control him. He was taller, stronger, and he treated you like a lab dog. You were always at his side, when you weren't, he'd get a bit...frustrated. You learned that the hard way. It wasn't a big deal, it mainly just shocked you how his flip could switch so easily. You had been late for a photo shoot one morning, your phone had died, and your charger was lost somewhere in one of your many bags. You had a rough night, having to check into a hotel, not able to make it all the way to Asmodeus' mansion. You were running on only a few hours of sleep, that late night meeting being the worst idea. You didn't even have your makeup on as you rushed out of the uber, hurrying into the building where the crew was most defiantly waiting for you. You weren't even to the room yet and you could hear shouting. It was so foreign to you, hearing him scream like that. You ran into the studio, thinking that there was a fight or some sort breaking out. There, in the middle of the room was Asmodeus, throwing things around like a child. He was furious, his eyes glaring daggers at anyone who tried to stop him. His perfect hair had been compromised, now messy and ruined. He only stopped his tantrum when he spotted you. His mouth twitched, as he panted, nearly out of breath. "You're here..." He muttered, standing up straight and fixing his shirt. He began to laugh, his arms slacking to his sides as he took a few steps towards you. "W-what's the matter?" you asked, looking at him as well as the other employees. They coward away, not wanting to get involved. You felt uncomfortable as Asmodeus took hold of your wrist, dragging you out into the hallway. You struggled against him, asking the others for help but they kept their distance once Asmodeus called to them. "I'll be back to finish the shoot in a few minutes~" he cooed, as if he was back to normal, but his grip on your arm gave a different impression. You were tossed against the wall carelessly. You were shocked, keeping yourself up on your feet, only to have him jerk you around by your clothing. "You fucking whore." He hissed in your ear. It caught you off guard. You looked up at him with fearful eyes as he grasped a handful of your hair, tilting your head back. "Who were you with last night? You didn't call, didn't text, and your snap map was still at the studio. I know you weren't sleeping there, so who was it?" He growled. You shook your head frantically. "I was at a hotel, I wasn't with anyone." You tired to explain but Asmodeus wound't listen, laughing maniacally. His hand gently stroked your cheek. It was confusing, you almost felt a certain amount of affection from his touch, but his eyes burned into you with a cold stare. His voice was even more unnerving. He spoke in a low growl. "I'm going to find out if you're lying to me. I don't need to remind you who I am." You shook your head frantically, deciding that it was best to just get this tantrum over with. He sighed, closing his eyes and taking in a breath. He grabbed your shoulders and forcefully pulled you into him, his arms wrapping around you. You hugged him back. You had always hugged him, but this one felt less apologetic and more possessive, as if he didn't want to let you go. "Asmo...Come on, let's go take your pictures ok." You tried to chance the subject, to destress the situation. Asmodeus nodded his head and giggled carelessly. "Right!" Leading you back to the room, you felt all eyes on you. Had he been throwing a tantrum the whole time you were gone? What had he said that made everyone so on edge. As the pictures were being taken you noticed that people had calmed down. Asmo had that ability, to make those around him feel comfortable, even if it was him who had caused the slight discomfort. Through out the shoot, the photographer had to keep reminding him to look at the camera. You kept your head down, trying not to show how embarrassed that you were, knowing your clients eyes kept staring at you. What was his deal today? Yelling at you and now the constant glances, the winks. This wasn't suppose to be a very sensual session. It was for a normal magazine, not the penthouse. Yet Asmodeus was unbuttoning his shirt, licking at his fingers, arching his back, all while making eye contact with you. By the end of the shoot, everyone in the room was heated, girls and boy alike were tanking down water bottles, excusing themselves to the bathroom. You were trying to bury yourself in the schedule on your lap when Asmo surprised you. His arms wrapped around you in a hug. He had down this countless times before, but this felt different. His hands weren't behaving like they always did. He had actually attempted slipping his hand down your shirt and you yelped, trying to step away from him. Asmodeus giggled happily. "Don't be so squeamish~I'm just teasing you." He explained but you doubted it. Taking a deep breath you continued on with the day, which had been fully booked. You went on like you normally did, or at least tried. Asmo was nearly unbearable. You felt exhausted from carrying him around, the man always leaning into you, hugging you. That wasn't as bad as when he was suddenly touch you in inappropriate places. Or when he would whisper things into your ear. It was unsettling, in all the years you had worked with him, you had never experienced his personality in full blast like this, not even when he was drunk had you been so attacked. As you walked him up to his apartment, you thought that it was finally over. Maybe after a good night sleep he would be back to normal. He was just having a weird day, maybe he had gotten into some drugs. You wouldn't bring it up now of course, not wanting to upset him, especially if there was nobody there to protect you if he did lose it. You yawned as Asmo unlocked his door. You gave him a smile, waving goodbye, but before you got more than a few steps you heard him whine. "Wait, MC, you should stay here with me tonight." He said, his figure looking a bit menacing in the doorway. His fingers were gripping the wall, tapping lightly, and impatiently. You stood there for a few seconds, not sure how or even if you could decline the offer. "I, um...It's not that late, I'll get a cab-" "No MC, please, just come in." It wasn't an offer, it was a command and you did what was asked of you, even though the way he was staring made you very uncomfortable. Once you were inside, Asmo seemed to relax, back to his cheerful self. "You hungry? I have lots of snacks!" He jeered and you actually felt better too. The two of you ate some food, watching one of your favorite shows together. Asmodeus was sitting up straight, not making any sort of move while next to you. It gave you a sense of security. As if he was done harassing you today. Getting ready for bed he also kept his distance, giving you your space to get changed into your night shorts and tank top. However when it came to sleeping, he refused to let you take the spare room. "MC, please~I get so cold sleeping by myself, you'd warm me right up." He smiled brightly, as he grabbed your hand, pulling you down onto the bed with him. You sighed, being far too tired to fight back at this point. Once you were both under the covers, Asmo cuddled you tightly. He wrapped his arms and legs around you and nuzzled his face into your neck. You allowed him too, being too tired and for one and two, you were kind of cold. His whole body was warm, heating you up perfectly. It wasn't hard for you to fall asleep. It also wasn't long before you were woken up eruptively. Asmo was screaming, throwing things around the room as you sat up with a start. He glared at you, the lamp in the corner was on the ground, its shade busted but still emitting light. Asmodeus glared at you, your phone in his hand. "Good you're up, be sure to call back your boyfriend." He hissed and you were taken back. "w-what? Asmo, I don't have-" "-He called you, don't know why you didn't wake up and go rushing to him!" You sat up, ready to get out of the bed, but he was quick to jump on the bed, crawling over top of you. He was never more threatening. He only wore his boxers, his bare chest looking a bit more muscular now that you were scared. He looked down at you angrily, scrolling through your phone to read your messages. You reached up to grab it but he jerked his arm back. "Don't fucking touch it." He hissed, clearing his throat to read what had been sent to you. "I tried to call you but you must be sleeping, I'm coming up next weekend. Hopefully we can get together and go get some drinks. Miss you...love you." He stared at the screen, starting to laugh. You were trembling afraid, never had you seen him so unstable. This wasn't drugs, this was something mental and you were terrified. "A-Asmodeus-" He cut you off, using all of his strength to chuck your phone at the wall, shattering it. "Fucking whore!" He screamed as he sent a punch to the pillow next to your head. You yelped, covering your face with your hands. "That's not anybody! That's a friend! Just a friend!" You tried desperately to explain but he wasn't having any of it. "I gave you everything, You'd be nothing without me! You owe me everything! No amount of your attention deserves to be given to someone else! I OWN YOU!" He screamed in your face. You started to cry at this point, not able to keep your composer any longer. You were shaking, feeling his hands grab your wrist, pulling them away and pinning them to the pillow beside your head. He then leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. "I gave you too long of a leash, I should have watched you closer...I just thought I was enough for you..." His voice started to sound less angry and more heartbroken. You sniffled, "You are enough for me, You're my best friend, I-I love you-" "You don't love me...I Love you. My heart burns for you, your feelings are nothing compared to mine, I've spent my entire career trying to control you, I thought you could be trusted as my assistant, but you're getting too comfortable...." You didn't understand. What the hell was he talking about? You shifted your hands, but he had them pinned tight to the bed. "Asmo, please...let's calm down, you're scaring me." He looked up at you, his eyes welled with tears, but his face held no trace of sadness, only rage. "I want you to say it." he spat and you blinked in confusion, not understanding what he wanted. "Wh-what?" you asked and Asmodeus, let his lower body sink down into you. You gasped as you felt his crotch, digging into yours. "Tell me who you belong to~" You shivered, one of his hand snaking away from your hand, fingers tracing a path to your neck, as he gently grasped your throat. "Who do you belong to?" He asked once more, feeling you swallow your nerves. You said in a whisper. "I...I belong to you..." He groaned, eyes rolling back, hips digging into at a more aggressive pace. You could feel him grow harder as he continued the action. You whined. "Asmo! n-no." You mumbled, but he acted as if he didn't hear what you said. "I don't care who you were with before. I'll get rid of every last one of them. From here on out you're mine." His hand trailed down from your neck, groping your chest through your shirt. You struggled against him. "I've not been with anyone! Please Asmo, I'm not ready!" You pleaded and he paused. "You're still a virgin..." He muttered under his breath, his eyes wandering down to where your body had been rutting against each other. You bit your lip nervously as looked back up at your face. "I thought for sure...This whole time...I can't believe it." He sounded almost excited, finally smiling at you. "This whole time you were waiting for me to pop that little cherry of yours~." He cooed, his movements relaxing, going easier. You calmed your breathing down, trying to stay calm, not wanting to upset him again. You thought of how you could get out of the situation. You looked up at him, eyes welling with tears, but you decided to be strong. "Asmo...I really like you, You know that." you choked out. He hummed, smiling down at you. "Yeah?" You nodded. "We've been companions for so long...I just don't understand why you want to hurt me like this." you felt his body tense up. "You...you think this hurts?" He asked and you blushed, not sure how to respond. Asmodeus nibbled on his bottom lip. "Oh right...Virgins are really sensitive, I guess I should start small first." He thought outloud to himself. You gasped as his hand slipped into your shorts, realizing you had no panties on. He looked up at you and smirked as he played with your pussy. Your hands fell to your sides, gripping the bed sheets as he continued to violate you. Your eyes were closed tight, hating yourself for the noises that were leaving your mouth. The way your body trembled for him. You wish his breath wasn't so warm, his hands weren't so skilled, rubbing against you in a sick way. You were dripping uncontrollably, your body never being in a situation like this. You weren't lying when you told him that you were a virgin. That's why when he went a step further and dipped the tip of one of his fingers inside you, your eyes opened and you yelped. Asmo hushed you, his one arm, resting next to your head, holding himself up over top of you. "You're pussy is so hungry, eating my fingers up like this~I take back everything I said about you being a slut, there's no way you'd be this tight." He growled, pushing in two more of his fingers inside. Your legs struggled to close, but his body was in the way. You were trapped, forced to take every bit of his torture, the bed underneath you getting soaked. As he began to pump into you faster, your eyes watered. It didn't hurt too bad, it was tight and he wasn't being as gentle as he had said but there was something about the intensity that was making you light headed. You panted with the thrust of his hands. Whining like a dog, you mentally cursed yourself for the way your hips began to push up against his palm. Asmodeus bit his lip, his eyes watching your reaction closely as he curled his fingers inside you. "You're so beautiful~Seeing you like this is enough to push me over the edge." He leaned down, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss. You moaned into his mouth. He liked the feeling, deciding to finger you harder so that you'd whine more desperate. You pulled your head to the side, escaping so that you could breath. Asmodeus buried his face into your neck. Kissing you feverishly as he began to mumble to himself. "Mine, Mine." He gasped out with every thrust. "A-a-asmodeus! Wait! Slow down! I can't--I can't--" You were nearing your limit, his mouth latching onto you, biting at your neck so aggressively. It was too much, your legs began to shake, your arms reaching up to wrap around him as he fucked his hand into your orgasm. You screamed out, riding it out on his hand. You were gasping for breath, begging him to stop pumping into you, your pussy sore and worn out. He chuckled, sitting up, raising his hand to his mouth so that he could suck your orgasm off of his fingers. "You ready for something bigger?" He questioned, hand dipping down into his boxers. 

hello nell! my birthday is almost coming up and i was wondering what is the ROs default present for an mc? like would they go all out and buy something expensive or would they go DIY?

oooo happy almost birthday!! here are my random thoughts about birthday gifting xoxo

adegoke

likes to plan activities, create memories. would just plan, like, a whole day from start to finish to try and get as close to their perfect day as he could.

arthur

usually goes for something classy, but with a nod to sentimentality – just a little hint so that they can’t be totally sure if it’s just coincidence. also loves extravagant travel-based gifts – surprise trips and weekends away and stuff.

atticus

hates gift giving, generally just like texts them a few weeks before like “hey what do you want for your birthday” and if they say nothing then he’ll just spend days like GOD what does THAT mean and eventually just get them something very middle of the road in the hope that it both is a gift (if they were lying and actually Did want one) or a non-gift (if they were telling the truth and really didn't want anything).

avery

generally just goes for a single good quality item that she knows they need, but is still kind of a fancy indulgence? like a really nice perfume/cologne if she knows they’re running low, or like nice new shoes or w/e. if she’s really into someone she’d like cook them a fancy dinner and plan a nice evening – when she does for something that’s taken time, you know she’s really in it.

charlie

would get them a few, smaller things that are based on inside jokes or things that had come up in conversation before – often ridiculous and kitsch and totally useless haha. also totally the sort of person who would supplement his gifting with handmade coupons (i.e. redeem this coupon to burn one (1) item from my wardrobe etc)

ellis

it’s hard to say how ellis would approach gifting, because i think it’d be so personal to whoever they were with? they’d certainly put A Lot of thought into it and what was important to their SO and then try to get/do something that they’d really cherish. ellis also argues fiercely that the card is the best part of any gift, so they love writing a nice, long message in a card haha

florrie

goes really all out for birthdays. gift giving is really important to florrie – it’s an opportunity for her to pour all of her love and care for a person and everything that she knows about them and try to show them how she feels. goes way over the top, if anything.

griffin

doesn’t go super hard on birthdays and he’ll probably forget until the last minute and then be like OH FUCK as he’s driving home the night before or whatever. expect pretty cliched gift-based items, definitely no card, but he’ll probably think of something fun and spontaneous to do that covers him.

imogen

looks out for the perfect thing, like, all year round that she can pick up and save for a birthday/gift-giving holiday. expect something vintage and unique and incredibly thoughtful – i just always imagine imogen as the sort of gift giver where the other person unwraps it and does that little gasp that people do when they’ve just been really caught by surprise by the thoughtfulness of a gift?

nyra

remembers all the things that they have wanted to do over the year and she shot down and then picks her favourites to actually do as a fun lil surprise birthday date. her parents also send gifts if they approve of her SO, so there’s that too.

rowan

definitely errs more on the side of experience-based gifting, but would totally get them a little something silly to open in the morning and make them a special breakfast in bed. she’d also definitely make them wear a party hat and/or badge all day and probably also get them a dumb thomas the tank engine card that plays a song when they open it.

syd

early on they’d be doing like. covert gifting hahaha – they’d totally think of great gifts and just get them and like plant them around like they were things that had always been there because they don’t want to go through the Serious Gift Giving process. otherwise totally pretend they forgot and are like :/ oh shit sorry well I guess we can order in dinner or whatever. later on, once they’ve eased up a bit, they’d be very into gift giving, actually. they hate their own birthday, though, so good luck ever getting it out of them.

vinh

definitely goes handmade. it’d probably seem like they forgot at first cause they wouldn’t mention it until the Exact Right Time when they’d got everything just right. vinh is terrible at working to a deadline so that might be at like 11:59 when they wake them up to be like ok hi sorry i didn’t forget i just wasn’t ready but here!!!

Diver Down - JJ Maybank

JJ Maybank x Reader

Diver Down

Request - Hi! I have a request for an imagine, you could maybe do one of the scene where the pouges first find the boat (and y/n is part of the pouges and dating JJ). You could do it when she goes to investigate instead of John B and her bikini top gets stuck or she gets trapped in the boat and JJ saves her? (It would be JJ X Reader).  Don’t worry if not though it might not make sense  x

Hi, thank you so much for the request, I hope this is what you were wanting. I don’t love the outcome, but I thought this idea was cute, so I gave it a shot. Feel free to leave anything else you wanted or other requests, they’re still open for JJ as well as everyone else I write for.

Just a heads up, I did change some things, so it isn’t exactly like the episode.. Shoupe already showed up and told them to leave, John B hadn’t gone down to the wreck yet. She goes down in his place after Shoupe leaves, and that's when your request comes in and all of that happens. I hope that's ok and not too confusing to read, I just didn’t know the best way of doing it, and this seemed easiest. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

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“Guy’s I don’t know about you, but I don't really feel like getting arrested today, so can we hurry whatever we’re doing up, Shoupe didn’t seem like he was in a kidding around mood.”

“Relax, baby. I’m coming up with a plan.” JJ said, leaning to rest against you while using his hat to shade his eyes from the sun.

“Yeah, I’m sure you are J, don’t strain yourself. Look, none of you know how to dive, there’s less than a quarter of oxygen left in that tank, I’m just gonna dive down without it and see if there’s anything worth grabbing.”

Pope huffed at that. “Y/N, that is a terrible idea, you can’t hold your breath for that long. At least take the tank with you.”

You groaned. “No, it’s too heavy, it’ll just be harder to swim with and I’ll use up all the oxygen before I even hit the bottom. I’m a decent enough swimmer, I’ll be fine without it if I just go quick. I’m the best swimmer out of all of us.”

JJ gave you an uneasy look. John B and Kie shared nervous glances, unsure about your plan. Granted, any plan to dive down to a shipwreck without any knowledge of how to dive, let alone with an almost empty tank, was a bad one. At least this way, you were a little more confident that you could do it. A little.

JJ groaned before nodding. “Fine, but be quick about it. There’s nothing down there worth you getting hurt.”

You smiled at that, grabbing his hand in yours. “That's sweet, J, but the potential money or gold down there is worth getting hurt just a little bit.”

He glared at you, and you raised your hands up in surrender. “Kidding, kidding. I’ll be careful, and if something happens, I’ll be right up, ok bub? If I’m not back up in like two minutes, well shit, something went wrong, and it’s been nice knowing you, Kie, you can have my record collection.”

JJ’s eyes widened, and before he could protest, you pulled your shirt over your head, snatched the keys to the cargo hold out of his hand, and turned away from him, facing the water. “Wish me luck, diver down.”

You took a deep breath, and dived off the side of the boat. The water was deeper than you thought, but you could see the wreck at the bottom of the marsh, and you knew you could make it. You spotted the cargo hold, and went right for it. Once you were within reach, you quickly put the key into the lock, opening up the door.

Your chest began to feel tight, and you knew you only had about another minute left before you weren’t going to be able to hold on any longer. You could feel the pressure of being down that deep with no air, your ears beginning to pop. Reaching into the cargo hold, you pulled out a backpack. Satisfied with your findings, and knowing you could probably come back to the wreck with a better plan to search better, you decided to head back up.

You turned to use the deck of the boat to propel yourself back up, when a chunk of your hair got  caught in the hinge of the cargo door. You quickly pulled the backpack off of your shoulder and wrapped the strap into a knot around the anchor’s rope. You returned your focus to the cargo door and desperately started pulling at the ends of your hair, but it wouldn’t budge, it had gotten knotted up around the hinge.

Back on the boat, JJ sat anxiously at the edge, peering into the water below. “Guy’s she’s been gone a long time right? She’s been under longer than she should be, what if she got stuck or something happened and--”

John B cut him off, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s alright, calm down, I’m sure she’s fine.”

JJ was getting frantic now, pulling his shirt over his head, checking his pockets to make sure he still had that pocket knife on him. Pope was still peering over the side, looking for any sign of you. Kie stood up, now also really worried.

“I don’t like this, someone please do something!”

They argued back and forth, and down below, you were still struggling. You could see the silhouettes of them on deck, the setting sun peeking through the water. You were so close to them, not even 30 feet down, and yet this felt like the last time you were ever going to see them. You couldn’t hold your breath for any longer, you had stopped struggling trying to pull your hair free, and your body began to still.

Your lungs were on fire, your eyes beginning to cloud, and just as you were about to give in to the instinct to inhale, you watched a figure break the surface of the water. You began drifting in and out of consciousness as the figure came towards you, only to pass out soon after.

JJ reached you, eyes wide with panic, looking for a way to help you. He grabbed your wrist to tug you closer to him, and saw that your hair was what was stopping you from being able to get back up. He quickly got out his pocket knife, peeling it open and frantically sawing at the piece of hair stuck in the hinge. Once it was free, he wrapped his arm around your waist, and kicked off the deck of the boat to propel you up.

You bobbed at the surface, still unconscious.

Kie gasped. “Oh my god, oh my god, fuck, what do we do?”

The pogues ran to the side of the boat, John B immediately reaching over for your body, desperately trying to pull you back into the boat. JJ’s head broke the surface, and he helped push your body up and onto the boat, before hauling himself up too.

Pope had laid you out into the recovery position, making sure your airway was clear and that you could breathe. JJ was in tears now, grasping at your shoulders, shaking you. He tilted your head towards him, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Please wake up, baby, please. I need you, please.”

The rest of the pogues were now at your side, Kie softly crying while kneeling next to Pope. JJ shook you one more time, and your eyes opened, and you let out a gasp for air, turning to cough up water.

“Oh, thank god.” JJ murmured, pulling you into his lap and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He had his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and you slowly wrapped yours around his shoulders. You were facing the pogues now, and you tried offering them a tired smile, reassuring them that you were alright.

“Don’t do that to me again, don’t you ever fucking do that to me again!” JJ sucked in a breath, tears running down his face.

“I’m sorry, J. I’m ok, though, it’s alright, it’s fine.” You murmured, running your fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him as best you could. He refused to let go of you, still holding onto you tightly. You peered up at your friends.

“Sorry, I left the bag I found down there, I tied it to the anchor though.” John B let out an exasperated laugh at that. “Jesus, Y/N, we don’t care about the stupid bag, we care about you.”

JJ still hadn’t released his hold, but moved to stand and pick you up, now leaning back to sit in one of the seats, you still in his lap. The pogues had backed away, giving you some space, getting ready to head out of the marsh. They were no longer in listening distance, and JJ began softly talking in your ear.

“I was really scared...I thought I was gonna lose you. Your eyes were closed when I got down there, you weren’t moving. And when I got you back up here, you weren’t breathing, you were just lying there. I thought you were dead.”

You wrapped your arms around him tighter. “You’re never gonna lose me, especially like that. It’s ok, love, I’m right here.”

He nodded into your shoulder. “I love you...and I’m sorry for the chunk of hair I had to cut off that's at the bottom of the marsh.”

You could feel him softly smiling into your shoulder, and you softly laughed. ‘I love you too, so much. And it’s alright, J, I was thinking about cutting it anyways. What do you think, would I look good with short hair?” You leaned back a little, letting him look at your face.

He just pulled you closer to him, wanting to be as close to you as he could, murmuring into your shoulder. “You’d look beautiful with anything, Y/N.”

You leaned into him, holding him the rest of the ride back to the Chateau.

latch (Sam Kiszka x reader)

hey guys here's the little Sam enemies to lovers smut that was requested! idc if it’s a bit cheesy, I had a ton of fun writing it so please please please send in more requests! I love helping your ideas come to life! 

Warnings: Smut (Oral-f and m receiving, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex)

Friday had finally rolled around and you were more than ready. After a long week of classes and work you were more than ready to have some fun tonight. You and your roommates were going to have some people over tonight to celebrate your second year of college almost being over. You had come up with the idea last weekend and quickly made a list of who all should be invited. There was one person on the guest list that you were dreading to see, no other than Samuel Kiszka.

You had met a kid named Danny Wagner in your first class freshman year, and you two became fast friends, sharing many of the same interests and hobbies. Together you and Danny were a dynamic duo, and you always made each other laugh. People often thought you were dating, but he already had a beautiful girlfriend back home. Danny also had another person constantly attached at his hip, Sam Kiszka, you’d almost think they were the ones dating.

Sam was a lanky kid with sharp features and an extremely annoying god complex. He really thought he was the absolute shit and that everyone was in awe of him. Quite honestly many people were, but you saw right through it. You found him to be arrogant and rude, and you were always disappointed to see him when you went over to Danny’s place, even though he was his roommate. Sam would often show up unannounced at your place too, mostly with Danny, but a couple of times he showed up alone. You were always polite, inviting him in like the good host you are, and you two ended up watching a movie together, and much to your surprise, in these times he was almost tolerable. Almost. He would make a snide remark or joke that would infuriate you, but he wouldn’t stick around for long, usually having somewhere to be. That somewhere was usually the bed of another girl, but they probably didn’t just watch movies.

That was another reason you couldn’t stand Sam. Last year you had a crush on him and he would do the thing where he would play with your emotion, hang out with you and flirt with you only to immediately go and fuck random girls. It hurt you, a lot, but you eventually got over it, losing the romantic feelings, or rather pushing them deep down where you’d hope they’d never surface again.

Now people were going to be at your house in an hour and you haven't even showered. It didn’t really matter though, you weren’t all too concerned with what other people thought of your appearance, so what if your hair was a little wet. You quickly rinsed off in a cold shower, then changed into a simple outfit for the night, flared corduroys and a crocheted tank top.

That was the other thing, you’d think you were exactly Sam’s type, he seemed like he would be into girls who were more artistic and down to earth, but all the girls he hooked up with seemed like they spent most of their time thinking about themselves. Not that there was anything wrong with those girls, you weren’t the “pick me” type, but it seemed like Sam would care about that kind of thing. Whatever, you don’t even like him anyways, he’s more of a nuisance than anything.

You had finished a seltzer by the time people started arriving, the playlist you and your roommates curated playing throughout the apartment. Being with your friends always made you very energetic, and people always said they liked being around you. You could get a crowd laughing in no time. People were coming through the doors and when there were about 75% of the people there, your partner in crime finally arrived. “Wagner!” you shouted across the room in a dumb accent, already a little buzzed. “Where art thou good friend?!” Danny yelled back, matching your accent as you two finally made your way to each other, wrapping him in a friendly embrace. “Where’s your obnoxious sidekick?” you whispered into his ear.

“Don’t worry he’s here. I know how you were just dying to see him.”

“Oh aren’t I always?” you responded with a sarcastic smile

“I still think you need to give him a chance, you’d probably really like him.”

Before you could even respond, he was running up behind Danny and lifting him up by his waist.

“Well if it isn’t dumb and dumber!” you exclaim before Sam comes up and wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“Oh come on (y/l/n), you love me!”

“Haha good one Kiszka, now why don’t we do something I actually love.”

“And what would that be?” Danny questions.

“Take a shot and dance our asses off!” you yell. If you were going to deal with Sam you needed to be a little more intoxicated.

You gathered your roommates and the boys and took them to the kitchen and got out the glasses.

“To friendship!” you yelled

Right then you caught danny say something quietly, and it looked like he was saying “Or more than friendship”

That made you stop for a second before throwing your head back and downing the shot.

“Ok let's get back out there” your roommate says as she pulls you by the arm.

You spend about the next half hour dancing with all your friends, taking hits of joints and drinking. You and Danny did a silly little dance you had come up with last year when you would get drunk in your dorms and do dumb shit. Mid-routine he slipped and pulled you down with him, both of you laughing your asses off. You felt someone grab your arm and help you up as the song changed, “Latch” by Sam Smith blasting through the speakers, one of the best party songs probably ever. The person who had grabbed you wrapped their arms around your waist, swaying back and forth with you to the music. You loosened the stranger’s grip and spun around only to be met with the face of that little shit, Sam.

“C’mon kid can’t you at least try to tolerate me for one song”

“Who ever said you were intolerable?” you respond, admiring how the dim light highlighted his features.

He leaned in close to your ear and lowly whispered in it “You think I can’t see it. Whenever you’re around me you act like it’s charity work.”

You pull back to look him in the eyes and say “It wasn’t always that way. Now let's get back to what we were doing. I like this song more than I like you, which is quite a lot.”

He gives you a grin before you start moving your body against him, and by the end of the song he’s staring at you in complete awe.

Once the song ended you broke free from his grasp. “See you later Kiszka” you say with a wink, turning around and disappearing into the crowd.

Your stomach was in knots, and not from disgust. The moment you just had brought up a lot of emotions, mostly about your romantic feelings for Sam but also the resentment you felt towards him. Fuck, you were in deep now. Things would be so much easier if you never had to see him again and all of this could go away. But alas, you needed to suck it up so you could still have a close relationship with Danny. Plus in about twenty minutes Sam would probably be grinding on another girl. Screw it, you were going to have a good time with your friends, you didn’t need Sam to be happy.

The rest of the night you avoided Sam, giving him zero of the attention he was craving. A couple hours later people were leaving your home or asleep somewhere in the living room, bathroom, kitchen you name it. Thankfully though, your room remained empty, you needed some space to think.

Everyone was asleep and the house was quiet, you threw on a pair of boxer shorts and an oversized Led Zeppelin shirt, passed down to you from Danny. You went to the kitchen and drank probably a gallon of water, making one last pit stop to the bathroom to pee and brush your teeth. No matter how tired you felt you knew you'd thank yourself in the morning. Finally you were on the way back to your room when you stopped in the doorway. Sam was standing in there, looking at all your decorations and your extensive vinyl collection.

“You’ve changed some stuff since the last time I was here”

“Yeah, I like to rearrange stuff y'know? keep it new and interesting.” You remarked, rubbing the back of your neck and yawning, trying to hide your obvious panic. This is the last thing you were hoping for, being confronted one on one with the man himself.

“Are you cool if I stay here tonight? Daniel is passed out on the couch and I don’t feel like making the walk home alone.”

“Of course...did you want to sleep in here?” you ask before you could even stop the words from coming out of your mouth. Fuck, you were a dumbass.

“If that’s okay with you, sleeping next to a stranger wouldn’t be my first choice.”

“You never had a problem being in a stranger’s bed before” you mumbled, looking at the floor.

He didn’t say anything, just turned his head to stare at you for a second, his eyes seeming almost apologetic.

“Well you might as well get comfortable” you tell him as you turn off the lights and flick the lamp on.

“Do you have a shirt I could borrow? I don’t really wanna sleep in jeans and a sweaty shirt.”

“Would you like an old one of Danny’s or one of mine?” you tease him, grabbing out yet another old band shirt of his roommate’s.

While he’s changing you turn away and busy yourself with lighting some incense and pulling the covers back, to avoid seeing his bare torso.

“Can I throw on a record? I can never get to sleep in the silence.”

“Help yourself” you say, but he already has a selection in his hands, Michigan by Sufjan Stevens, one of your favorites.

“Wonderful choice, but I imagine you’re a bit biased.” you say to him, both he and Danny were from the same town in Michigan and had to let everyone know.

“I just wanted something calm and serene, compared to all the fast paced stuff we’ve been blasting for the whole night.”

“Well it was a party Samuel, you have to give the people what they want” you tell him as you climb into bed.

Sam grabs for one of the pillows and a blanket, but you stop him.

“Were you gonna sleep on the floor like a dog? I don’t give a shit whether or not we share the bed.”

“I just assumed...I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable...or anything.”

“You might be surprised by this but I actually feel pretty safe around you” you confess to him. Fuck, you were still slightly intoxicated so your filter was off. It’s okay, he was still a little drunk too it seemed.

“Do you mind if I take my pants off?” he asks you with a sincere look on his face.

You can’t help but burst out laughing, finding his awkwardness and the absurdity of the comment quite hilarious.

“I’d prefer it to your rough jeans...as long as you’re wearing underwear.”

“C’mon I’m not that much of a freak” he says as he pulls down his zipper and clumsily kicks his pants off.

You couldn’t help but stare for a moment, he looked gorgeous quite honestly, long hair tangled, old shirt hanging off his shoulders and shark boxer briefs stopping at his mid thigh.

“Okay Kiszka, get in here before I change my mind.”

He pulls back the sheets and crawls in, laying his head on the pillow facing you.

“I’m sorry” he says, looking deeply in your eyes, seeming almost ashamed.

“About what?” you knew you shouldn’t feed into this, whatever was going on here was completely platonic and wouldn’t mean anything in the morning.

“Everything. Being such a dick to you. Leading you on. I promise that’s not me, I just, I honestly don’t know how to act around you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re just the one person who actually kinda intimidates me. Or at least my feelings for you intimidate me.” he sighs.

“Is that why you are always fucking other girls and telling people about it when I’m around?”

“God you’re not going to take it easy on me, are you?”

“Why should I?”

“You shouldn’t. With the way I’ve treated you I honestly don’t expect anything from you, I just couldn’t hold it in any longer and I thought this was as good of a time as any.”

“Sam, can I be honest with you?”

“Of course”

“I actually don’t hate you at all like you seem to think. I can’t stand you because I really do like you, but I gave up on anything happening a long time ago.”

“Well you did a pretty good job of hiding it” he says, moving a little closer to you to the point where your noses were almost touching, the feeling of his breath giving you goosebumps. The music hummed softly in the background as you thought for a second.

“Sam don’t hate me but we’re both kinda drunk and I don't wanna do anything right now. I wanna be there for it, like fully there.”

“I was actually hoping you’d say that. I wanna take in every detail and remember it all. You’re not just another drunken hookup.”

You can’t help but give a soft smile, your cheeks going red.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t be opposed to a bit of cuddling”

“Neither would I” he says as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close as you bury your head in his chest, taking in his scent.

Something overtakes you, and you tilt your head up and press a soft kiss to his collarbone.

“Goodnight Samuel”

“Goodninght kid” he whispers, pressing his lips to the top of your head, and you can feel him breathing in your scent as well, elated to finally feel wanted.

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You wake up to sunlight streaming through your curtains, turning to look at your clock but instead being met with Sam’s chest.

You were sober enough last night to remember everything that happened, Sam’s feelings for you coming to light and vice versa. It made you almost giddy with excitement, not being able to wait until his eyes opened.

You played with his hair, running your fingers through it and moving it from his neck, replacing it with your lips. Soon enough he’s stretching his arms and yawning.

“Any reason you needed to wake me up at 7 am?” he asked you, looking down at you as the pad of his thumb brushed across your cheek.

“Just couldn’t wait to see you I guess”

“That's a first” he says sarcastically, once again staring deep into your eyes.

You could hear the birds singing outside and a refreshing spring breeze made its way into your room through the open window.

You stared at each other for a second longer before he whispered “Can I?”

You nodded your head yes and he dipped his head down to capture your lips in a kiss. It started off sweet and then your lips started moving in a rhythm, his hands grabbing your legs and pulling you onto his lap. He kept kissing you as your tongue made its way into his mouth, causing his hips to buck up into you. You pulled back and let out a soft sigh, basking in the feeling of him growing hard against your core. He took this as an opportunity to attach his lips to your neck, sucking at the delicate skin and leaving little nips.

“Can I take this off?” you ask him, hands grabbing at the hem of his shirt.

“Please” he groans against your neck.

You pull it off and instantly your hands run along the expanse of his smooth skin, admiring every freckle and mole, fingertips brushing across his nipples. You pull your hands away to pull your own shirt off, blushing a bit, slightly embarrassed to show yourself to him. He takes a moment to stare at the newly exposed skin, pulling you down into a kiss a moment later and mumbling “You’re absolutely stunning” into your lips.

“You’re not too bad yourself” you say with a smile spreading across your face, quickly losing it as you bite your lip when he starts to move his hips once again, his bulge rubbing deliciously against your already wet core.

“I need more of you” he grunts, obviously frustrated.

You tangle your hands in his hair and pull his head back a bit, looking down into his eyes before saying “then have me”, pulling him into a kiss.

In a swift movement he flips you both over, kneeling with his legs on either side of you.

“These need to come off” he says, tugging at the waistband of the boxers you slept in. As he pulled them off and the cold air hit your core, you couldn’t help but drink all of him in, admiring just how gorgeous he looked, as if he was sculpted by the gods himself. That moment ended when you felt his middle finger run lightly up and down your slit. You threw your head back and closed your eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his skin on yours.

“Please Sammy, I need you” you say, surprised at yourself for using that nickname with him.

He looks at you and smiles before lowering his gaze to your dripping cunt, furrowing his brows as he pushes his long finger inside of you. You mewl as he pushes it down to the last knuckle, letting you adjust for a moment before starting to slowly pump in and out.

“Fuck you’re tight. So much better than I imagined.”

“So you’ve thought about this before?” You smirk at him, turning your eyes to look at the sight of his finger pumping in and out.

“Quite a lot actually, I’ve thought a lot about how you taste too” he says before readjusting himself so his head is buried in between your thighs. It only takes a second for his tongue to find your clit as he inserts another finger and starts to pump a little faster.

“Fuck you’re good at this” you say as you let out a breathy moan, hands once again finding their way into his hair. That causes him to moan around your clit, sending vibrations through your whole body. You don’t know how much longer you’d be able to last, with Sam lapping at you like it’s his last meal.

You pull his hair, forcing his lips to part from your sensitive bud, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

“I wanna taste you too” you say before getting up and kneeling on the floor in front of your brd, motioning him to sit with his legs over the side, facing you. You look up at him as you pull his boxers down, length hitting his stomach. You take a second to admire it, with its pink head, a large vein running up the bottom. It was a nice length, with quite a bit of girth to it, surrounded by a small patch of pubic hair. As you wrapped your hand around it you said “not to be weird or anything but your dick is gorgeous”, causing him to let out a light laugh that was quickly stifled when you wrapped your head around the tip of his cock. His fingers intertwined with your hair, lightly pulling it, not forcing you down on his dick like some guys do. You gently moved your head up and down, taking as much of him as you could in your mouth and using your hand to stroke the rest.

“Fuck I need to be inside of you” he groans, tugging at your hair, causing you to pull your mouth off his dick with a small pop.

“Can I ride you?” you question as you make your way back onto the bed.

“Fuck yes, I can’t promise how long I’ll last though” he says, pulling you in for another kiss as you line him up up with your entrance. You run his tip along your slit a few times before slowly starting to lower yourself down, taking your time to adjust to his size. Once he’s fully sheathed inside of you, he throws his head back, letting out a guttural moan.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“So have I” you say before starting to slowly move yourself up and down on him.

It’s lazy and sweet, not perfect or anything, but nothing about this situation really was. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Fuck” he remarks as he grabs your hips, fingers sinking into your skin,helping you move up and down on his delicious cock.

“You fill me up so perfectly, god you feel so good”

“I guess it was meant to be baby” he says with a grin, putting his fingers in his mouth then moving them down to rub circles around your clit.

“Fuck Kiszka, if you keep taht up I’m gonna cum.”

“That was my goal, I’m close too” he breathes out as he buries his head in your neck.

You clutch the back of his head as you start to move yourself up and down faster, fucking yourself on his cock.

“Fuck Sam I’m gonna cum”

“Me too babe, where do you want me to?” he asks shakily.

The only word you can muster out is “Inside” as you approach your peak, clenching around him once more before tipping over the edge.

It’s complete bliss as you ride out your high, feeling him give one last deep thrust into you before coating your walls with his warm ropes of seed.

You collapse against him, nuzzling your head into his neck, pressing sloppy open mouthed kisses as you both catch your breath.

He pushes your hair to the side, leaving his lips on your temple while he remains sheathed inside you.

“Thank you” he says, still regaining his breath and returning to reality.

“Don’t leave me” you say softly into his ear.

“I wouldn’t for the world, don’t you worry kid.”

You sit up and look into his soft brown eyes, taking in how much things have changed in the past few hours.

“I don’t hate you. Not in the least. I just hated the idea of not being with you.”

“Same here, but we don’t have to feel that anymore. I’m sorry for the way I treated you. You deserve the world, and I want to try my hardest to give it to you.”

“Thank you Samuel, I’ll try to do the same.”

You give him one last long kiss before pulling back, pushing his hair behind his ear and saying “C’mon loverboy, let’s go get some breakfast.”

Deep Six- Teen Titans x Aquagirl!Reader

Request: May I request an insert in the episode Deep Six where the titans meet Aqualad?

Masterlist

Summary: Robin makes you accompany this guy name Aqualad and Beast Boy. Will you be able to handle them or will their bickering tear you apart. Also you're a katara kinnie (i know ATLA didn't exist then but still) This episode is Season 1 Episode 8!

Pairings: Platonic!Aqualad x reader, Robin x reader if you squint

Word Count: 4314

A/N: this time i decided not to split up the episode and post it as one! I made them meet for the first time here, so the Aqua kids don't bond much yet, but if you want to see more, feel free to request! (click here for guidelines) Also yes I also ended this one with "anyone up for pizza" thats all i know how to do to end a fan ficbskghs

“Ahhhh, don’t you just love the ocean?” you admired the shallow sea, the blue water flowing by you. The others prepared for launch, reading off the status of the T-Sub.

“Main power online.”

“Oxygen tanks at maximum”

“Defensive system active”

Beast boy hums confidently. “And your new secret weapon is ready to rock.”

Cyborg rolls his eyes through the headset. “Only time you qualify as a secret weapon is after eating a tofu bean burrito.” You stifled a giggle as Beast Boy yells in protest.

“Uh, 'scuse me, bud. Can you breathe underwater? Uh-uh. Can you be any fish in the sea?”

You shrugged your shoulders and smirked. “Cyborg can’t but I can. And I can breathe underwater without being a fish so I guess I’m just as much of a secret weapon as you, BB.”

You found out that you could breathe underwater a few days after you and the others formed the Teen Titans. You were surfing for the first time since that day when you fell off your board. You had accidentally inhaled underwater, and to your relief, you found that you were able to breathe in the ocean water with no problem. You offered to swim outside the sub on your own, but the team didn’t want you to get hurt, so you were stuck in the small confines of your own pod of the T-sub.

Robin ignores you three’s bickering. “We have to find out what this Trident guy is planning,” he says. “If it takes forty barrels of toxic waste, I doubt it's environmentally friendly.”

The engines warm up, the vessel humming to life. “Titan Launch!” Robin exclaims and the T-sub shoots through a tunnel and into the Jump CIty Bay. You watch in awe at the ocean life around you. Now that you had a connection to the ocean, your perspective on ocean life had changed. You clutch your seashell necklace as you continue to take in the view of the ocean, ignoring Beast Boy showing off his teeth and Cyborg turning off his mic as a result. Robin’s voice snaps you back into reality.

“Sonar contact. Beast Boy! Aquagirl! Ready to go?”

You gave a quick smile. “On it.” You unbuckle your harness and the dome unlatched, allowing you to swim out. Beast Boy gave a mischievous smirk.

“Dude, I was born ready. Try not to be jealous.” He aimed the second comment at Raven, who looked at him indifferently. Beast Boy quickly swam out of his pod and transformed into a whale.

“He just put on three hundred thousand pounds. I am so jealous.” she notes sarcastically.

You and Beast Boy made silent eye contact before swimming towards the cargo ship, examining its destroyed remains. He turns into a shark to keep investigating, and you follow his lead. You couldn’t help but feel that you were being watched, as you swam around the ship. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you see a green figure; not a bright green like Beast Boy’s but a sicker, murkier green. You point at the green man as he swam away, and you and Beast Boy immediately bolt after it, the T-sub following behind.

Your black scuba shoes propelled you forward, and you aimed blasts of water towards the figure, but it kept dodging your shots. The monster, whom you now assumed was Trident, fired his weapon at you and Beast Boy, and when you dodged, it hit the T-sub. You forced yourself to continue to chase after Trident, hoping that the vessel was also capable of dodging his shots.

You and Beast Boy were nearing close to catching Trident when a voice rang in your head. It wasn’t yours, nor Beast Boy’s; it was clear, belonging to someone no older than you were.

“Your friends are in danger.” you heard. You and Beast Boy both stopped in your tracks, looking at each other in shock. You realized that the T-sub was no longer following you.

“Our friends are in what? Whoa! How did you say that? Dude! How did I say that? Hey!” Beast Boy also says in your mind. You turn to see the T-sub being attacked, and shot off without waiting for Beast Boy.

“Dude, questions are for later! Let’s go!” You order, not even entirely sure how you were able to talk either. You approach the vessel, which was being destroyed by Trident, who you swore you were just chasing.

Suddenly, a figure knocked Trident down. Trident and the mystery person fought each other, moving so quickly that all you could see of the person was a blur of black and blue

You turn your attention to the T-sub, which was slowly sinking into a fissure on the seafloor. Water was filling up fast and a look of panic settled on your teammates faces (except Raven, who seemed to have accepted death). Your eyes glowed blue as you outstretched your arms towards the damaged vessel. Focusing on the water around the titans, you forced the leaks to cease and the descent into the fissure to stop. Your muscles burned as you kept your stance; holding the vessel in place underwater was similar to holding it up on your arms above ground. Beast Boy raced to help as you struggled to keep grip when suddenly, two whales came and carried the sub on their backs.

You let go of the ship and breathe a sigh of relief. Beast Boy sees you almost passing out and comes to your side, now in the form of a squid. Instead of comforting you, he complains about the whales' help.

"They got it? How come they got it?"

A familiar voice rang in your head again. "Because I asked for their help." The voice belonged to the guy who was fighting Trident before. He comes to your other side and supports your other arm, putting it around his neck.

"You talk to fish? Yeah right. And let go of her!"

"You guys need help, and I'm talking to you right?" He glared at Beast Boy, keeping his grip on you.

Beast Boy was about to reply when you held your hand up in front of his squid face. "Beast Boy, I'm a solid five seconds from collapsing. I'm fine with the help."

The guy in blue gave a small smile. "And it's called telepathy. Let's go."

The three of you swam into a cavern. As you entered, the T-sub was floating on the water's surface and although it was extremely damaged, it managed to keep your teammates safe. You nodded to Beast Boy and the other teen and they let you go as you approach the other titans.

Raven asked, "where are we?"

"My place," the mysterious teen answered. "I told the whales to bring you here."

Raven and Starfire both blushed and gave bashful thank yous. You stared at them. Are they… in love with the new guy???, you thought, confused.

Beats Boy seemed angrier than ever. "He saved you?" He yelled, turning back into his human form. "Hel-lo? I was there too, you know."

Cyborg raised an eyebrow. "Were you? Because if anything I remember Aquagirl keeping us from drowning. What, you stopped Trident from kebabbing us with that souped up shrimp fork?"

"Way to go!" Robin said sarcastically. Beast Boy stuttered a response, but the blue teen interrupted.

"Aquagirl, huh? Well, I'm Aqualad. Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier, we Atlanteans like to keep a low profile."

You shake his hand, now taking in what Aqualad looked like. He was half a foot taller than you, with slicked back hair and black pupils. He wore a bodysuit with blue scales and black accents. He had nice features, but you couldn't figure out why the other girls were drooling over him, so you kept that thought to yourself.

"You're from Atlantis? That's so cool!" You say.

He nodded. "So is Trident." He opens up a hologram from a table in the cavern. "He's the worst criminal in Atlantis, with an ego to match."

He continues a sideshow filled with pictures of the sickly green monster. "Trident claims he's perfect in every way so he thinks he can do whatever he wants."

"Any ideas what he wants to do with all that toxic waste?" Robin asked.

"Whatever it is, it'll be bad for both our worlds. He's already gained some kind of new power. It's like he can be everywhere at once." Aqualad says.

"Noticed that," Raven says sarcastically.

"As long as we're after the same guy, maybe we can help each other." He looks at the six of you.

Your eyes sparkle. "Of co-" you begin, but Beast Boy pushed you out of the way.

"Whoa, hey, no, we're good. Got the whole Trident thing under control. 'Sides, I'm sure there's a school of minnows somewhere that need your--" He rejects Aqualad's offer, much to you and the other's dismay. Robin pulls him back, and the six of you group huddled.

"We're at the bottom of the ocean," Raven notes.

"Our sub is Swiss cheese." Cyborg adds.

"I almost died back there," You say.

"And we cannot breathe water," Starfire mentions.

Robin is the first to break away from the huddle. "We'll take any help you can give us." He says to Aqualad.

Aqualad nods and has some amphibian guy named Tramm fix the T-sub. He turns back to us. "While he's helping you, I'll track down Trident. " He turns to go into the ocean again, but Beast Boy intersects.

"You mean I'll track down Trident," He says, pushing him a little

Aqualad pushes him back a little harder. "That's ok, I can handle it."

"Thanks, but I think I should do this."

"Seriously, I can take care of it!"

The five of you watched as their quarrel turned into an all out brawl, and suddenly you couldn't take it anymore.

"GUYS," You yell, causing a wall of water to shoot up next to them to grab their attention. They both stared at you wide eyed. "Stop. The. Fighting." You say with a stern expression.

"Why don't you two both go track him down together?" Robin offers, but the two teens cross their arms and scoff.

"I usually work alone." Aqualad says.

"Yeah. Me too."

"You do not! You're part of a team!"

"And you hang out with Tramm the fish boy! What's your point?"

"Hey! Arguing isn't going anywhere. Listen, Aquagirl can go with you. That'll make sure you stay on task." Robin commands, and you perk up at the sound of your name. You quickly pulled him aside.

"What the hell man?? They obviously don't like each other, you should have seen how much they fought on the way here!." You argue, and Robin looks at you through his masked eyes.

"You're the only other person who can survive underwater, they're gonna need you. Besides, you're great at handling conflicts; you'll be fine." He says with a smile. You blush a little at his comment, and sighed.

"Alright Rob, you can count on me” You return to the rest of the group and the three of you jump into the ocean.

As you headed towards the bottom of the ocean, you decided to ask Aqualad a question that's been bothering you.

“Hey Aqualad,” you say telepathically. “Before you said that you were able to communicate with sea animals. How come you’re able to communicate with me?”

“I don’t know actually,” Aqualad admits, still swimming next to you. He points to your necklace. “I’m guessing it's because of your necklace.” He stops to examine it. Beast Boy groans and stops as well. It glowed a little in his hand as he read the ancient text off of it.

“The Shell of Poseidon,” He read out loud. “I recognize this from the library in Atlantis. Only Atlanteans can use its powers, so you must be Atlantean then, right?”

“Woah! I’m not Atlantean, I’ve never even been there,” you sputter, absolutely shocked at what the teen said.

“Well, you must have some blood in you,” he shrugged. “Hey, maybe we’re cousins or something.”

You grin. “Aquacousin? I like the sound of that!”

Beast Boy interrupts your moment. “Ok, haha, family is fun and all, but while you were floating around finding out parts of your identity or whatever, I’ve actually found something on my sonar so, try to keep up.” He swims off, leaving you two to follow him. You expected to see the sea monster, but instead came upon a group of dolphins.

“No offense B.B. but these don't look like Trident to me.” you smirk.

Aqualad swims up to the dolphins, focusing on his telepathy. The dolphins swim up together and Aqualad turns to you and Beast Boy.

“They told me where to find Trident. Try to keep up.” He mocks Beast Boy, then swims with the dolphins. You look at Beast Boy, who seemed pretty grumpy, and turn to follow Aqualad.

You tailed behind as the two boys raced each other, Beast Boy turning into various aquatic creatures to catch up with the equally competitive teen. Then you see it. In front of them, Trident swam into view. You and Aqualad stop on instinct, but Beast Boy keeps going.

"Beast Boy! Stop!" You both yell, as he barrels straight towards Trident.

"What's the matter?" He taunts. "Am I too fast for y-"

You winced as you watched him crash into the sea monster and fall to the floor.

"Heh… how's it going," Beast Boy says telepathy to the monster towering over him. Trident growled.

"Keep your thoughts to yourself, you inferior fool!" He pointed his well, trident at beast boy and fires; Beast Boy barely dodges it.

Aqualad tackles Trident and they fall off an underwater ridge.

"Oh no you! This time he's mine!" Beast Boy yells, following Aqualad to the ridge.

"Beast Boy wai-" you yell, but was cut off by something grazing the side of your head. You turn, and see Trident swing his weapon at you. You dodged his next swing, wondering how he was able to get to you right after being attacked by Aqualad. You send him flying across the ocean with your water powers, when you hear Beast Boy yelling. You turn to see Beast Boy in squid form latched onto Aqualad's face. You could see Trident swim away from the corner of your eye as you swam to pull Beast Boy off of Aqualad. Aqualad glares at Beast Boy, his face peppered with red dots from Beast Boy's accidental attack.

“I said, ‘incoming’” he defends himself. Aqualad ignores him and points to another figure swimming into a grotto.

“He’s getting away!” Aqualad swims away, Beast Boy following.

“Wait-” you say, confused. Didn't you just send Trident flying in the other direction? How did he move so quickly? You reluctantly followed your friends into the cavern. You joined them as they observed the two tunnels that split off into two different directions.

“What are we gonna do now?” you think out loud.

“Maybe the question is where were you guys?” Aqualad snaps, turning to the two of you. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion while Beast Boy swims forward to be face to face with Aqualad.

“Where was I? Fighting Trident by myself!” He jabbed a squid tentacle into Aqualads shoulder.

“You barely laid a tentacle on him! At least I managed to break his weapon!”

“Dude, that's just wrong. I so broke that fork thing!”

“BOYS!” you yell. “I also fought Trident and I sent him in the opposite direction, and now he's here. There's something going on…” The two began to think, but then perked their heads up. They then point at opposite tunnels.

“There he goes!” they yell at the same time. You stare at the two of them in even deeper confusion. Beast boy swims up to you, making eye contact.

“I saw him! He's that way! I'm right, he's wrong! End of story!” He crosses his tentacles. Aqualad pushes Beast Boy aside so that you were now staring at his dark pupils.

"I'm telling you, he's this way!"

"GUYS, we can just split up," You say flatly, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. "Aqualad I'm sure you can handle yourself, so I'll go with Beast Boy."

"Aw sweet!- Heyyy…" Beast Boy says to your backhanded comment. Aqualad nods and swims off into the tunnel.

You and Beast Boy were alone in the tunnel when you sighed.

"B.B., why do you keep picking fights with Aqualad?" You asked, still looking ahead. Beast Boy turns to you, acting shocked.

"ME??? It's not my fault Mr. Pretty-Boy-Know-It-All keeps showing off!" He whines.

"Dude, he's just trying to help us. Maybe you should-" you were cut off by a loud booming voice.

"Worthless scum! You cannot beat perfection!" Trident bellowed from behind you. You and Beast Boy turned, already in a fighting position.

"How many of you fork things do you have?" He mumbled as you charged forward.

You dodged his energy bolts, Trident in return dodging your attempts to push him farther back. Beast Boy turns into a turtle, pulling his arms and legs inside. Trident threw his weapon and it bounced off of him, flying into you and sending the two of you hurtling through the water.

"I always win!" You hear him say as you regain your stance. Beast Boy turns into a giant crab, grabbing onto Trident's weapon.

"And I thought Aqualad had a big ego!" He yelled telepathically.

"BEAST BOY GET BACK!" You yell. He swiftly let go, and you shot a jet of water towards Trident, sending him flying into a cavern wall. The cavern shakes, and a mass of boulders come crashing down. All you could see was a crushed trident sticking out from under the rocks. You breathed a sigh of relief until you felt a searing pain in your leg. You look and see a burn mark; Trident probably hit you before you buried him in a pile of rocks. Beast Boy looks at you, a worried expression in his eyes (despite being in the form of an ocean animal).

“I’ll be fine,” you grimace. “Let's find a way out first.” You painstakingly swim until you find a cave similar to Aqualads. You drag yourself towards the land as Beast Boy turns back into his human form. Right after you pull yourself up, you see Aqualad jump out of the water. He sees the two of you, and runs to meet up with you. He and Beast Boy begin to talk at the same time.

“ I just saw Trident!... No, you didn't!... Yes, I did! Cut it out!”

“I don’t care what you say! I fought Trident!” Beast Boy yelled, a vein nearly jumping out of his forehead.

"That's impossible!" Aqualad counters, his fists clenched so tight you thought you saw blood.

They both seemed to be prepared to fight each other. You jumped in between them, holding both their heads back as they flail their arms, trying to get a hit at each other.

"You know," You begin, silencing the two boys. "When Robin asked me to join you guys, I didn't want to. You two are heroes that just met each other and you were already fighting! But he told me that I could handle it and he's right! I can handle the both of you; but it seems to me that you guys can't handle each other. So here's what's gonna happen: I'm gonna heal myself because oh right! I got BURNT and you two are gonna talk it out." You let go of the boys, and they watched as you limped over to the edge of the water, plopped yourself down, and started pulling the ocean water to your leg. You listened in a little as you concentrated the water on your leg. It only took a few seconds to heal your burn, it was only surface level and you had gotten better at using your healing powers. They were still talking as you noticed what was in front of you: hundreds of Trident clones and yellow Trident capsules-eggs attached to the ceiling.

"Uh guys…" you say, rejoining them, but they had seen it too.

"One Trident is bad…" Aqualad says.

"... but this is…" Beast Boy adds.

"... an entire …" You say.

"...ARMY!" One of the tridents finishes your thought.

They all charge, and the three of you brace or impact. You raise your arms and a wave of water takes out a small group of the monster clones. You dodge their attacks, shooting jets of water at their heads. You see Beast Boy get flung into a machine, and an egg hatching sequence begins on the screen. You regroup with the other boys in front of the machine.

"Oops," Beast Boy said sheepishly.

"Great," Aqualad groaned as the clones began to close in.

"We need a plan," You mumble.

A group of the clones began to speak.

"My brilliant plan is already a success"

"If one of me was perfect…"

"Why not make more?"

"You can never have too much of a good thing"

"Once my army conquers Atlantis…"

"I will declare war on the surface world! Everyone on the planet will bow down before me"

"And praise my perfection!"

Aqualad whispers to the both of you as the clones cheer. "Any bright ideas?"

Beast Boy whispered back. "Just one. Try to keep up." He turned to the clones. "So if you're all perfect, which one of you is the best?" He asked.

One of the tridents answered. "I am!... Huh?"

As soon as you understood what Beast Boy was doing, you grinned. Aqualad stepped up.

"Come on. You can't all be the best." He says.

"One of you must be better than the others," You add.

One of the tridents step forward. "I am the original!I am the best!"

"You are not the original"

"I am!" Multiple tridents yell at once.

"Nonsense you inferior fools! I am perfect! I am Trident! "

You watch in amusement as the clones turn on each other and the fight turns into a full on brawl. The fight eventually ends, and all the tridents laid on the ground, defeated. Aqualad turns to Beast Boy.

"Great idea," He says. You noticed that there were no hints of sarcasm in his voice. Whatever they said to each other earlier must have made them work better together, you figured.

"Kinda got it from you," Beast Boy says."Now we just have to stop those from hatching." He points to the yellow pod filled ceiling. Right as he said that, the screen on the machine behind you hit 0 on the timer and the word "begin" flashed on the screen.

"Too late!" The three of you yelled at the same time. New Trident clones were breaking through their membrane "eggs". Beast Boy instinctively turns into a hippopotamus and tramples the crowd, creating a path to the ocean. You and Aqualad sprint behind Beast Boy, dodging the clones' outstretched arms. You all dive into the water, the Tridents close behind.

"We can't let them escape! We need to find some way of sealing the exit!" Aqualad yells telepathically.

"Right now, I'm just worried about getting to the exit." Beast Boy replies. You didn't look back, but you could feel the clones closing in. As you got closer to the exit you saw a familiar looking silhouette.

"The T-sub!" You exclaimed as you swam out of the cave. The clones stop in their tracks in confusion.

"Huh?" You hear one of them say.

You moved out of the way as the sub sent beams towards the entrance of the cave. The Blast caused a pile of rubble to fall, blocking the exit. You smile at your team who's cheering (along with Aqualad’s friend Tramm) inside their pods. The three of you turn bad to observe the T-sub’s work.

“Good thing Trident likes himself so much, 'cause I'm thinking he won't see anybody else for a looong time.” Beast Boy says.

You find yourself on the surface again, on the shore of the Titan’s Tower. Raven and Starfire both continue to look at Aqualad with heart eyes as Robin steps forward.

“Consider yourself an honorary titan” he says with a smile, holding out a familiar black and yellow communicator for him to take. “We couldn't have done it without you. Thanks.”

“Right back at you. It's good to know there's people up here I can trust.” Aqualad looks at you and Beast boy. He says goodbye to Raven and Starfire, who blushingly say it back. He then turns to Beast Boy.

“What can I say, dude? You're the best.” Beast Boy says.

“Nah. You're the best.”

“Yeah, you're right. And if you ever want me to prove it, I'm always up for a race.”

“Just try and keep up.” Aqualad laughs, patting his head. He finally turned to you.

“Aquagirl, it's been really nice to meet you. Next time you’re near Atlantis, give me a call and I’ll show you around. There's so much to show you,” he stretched out his hand for a handshake, but you pulled him in for a hug. He was surprised at your gesture, but soon returned it. Raven and Starfire looked at you with pure envy as you pulled back with a smile.

“I’ll take your word for it, Aquacousin” you say, making a reference to your nickname for him earlier. He laughs, then waves goodbye. The six of you wave back as he swims back into the ocean. Robin gently put his hand on your shoulder.

“You did a great job today Aquagirl. I knew I could count on you.”

“You know you can always count on me, dude.” you say with a smile. “Now I’m kinda hungry. Anyone up for pizza?”

Yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyes ok!! So then can I request present mic? Doing anything??? No I’m kidding I do actually have a prompt. I was thinking abt mic’s radio show and specifically, if he had an s/o who wrote music. Bc u know he would help them produce it and then play it nonstop on air aaaaaa

a/n: yes!! present mic love!! i love him so much i swear! <3 he has my heart dkdkmn this is such a cute request please- i apologize for the late posting!!

summary: you're an ambitious, gleeful, songbird at heart, and though you're quirkless, you've captivated the heart of the music-loving, radio show hosting, loud, sweetheart, present mic!

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 1.3k

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You started as an intern. A beaming smile on your lips most days, always happy to be in the studio with Mic when he was teaching you the ins and outs of radio hosting.

You'd majored in music business, the end goal in mind of writing and releasing your own music, though most of your plans had fallen through, the only opportunity to get you back on your feet after college being this deal you couldn't pass up.

Co-hosting with Present Mic on his own radio show.

The offer had actually been given to you by one of your superiors at the studio you worked at, having seen your optimism when it came to writing music and your love of music in general.

They wished you good luck and would always welcome you back if things didn't go so well. But you kept your head up high and marched into that studio ready to take on the world alongside the loud blonde.

And down the line, three years later, you were surprised to say the least.

"Your coffee as usual." Hizashi sets down the patriotic blue U.A. thermos sent out to the teachers at the beginning of the year. Since you'd practically moved in 'unofficially' with Mic, unofficially because you weren't technically allowed to stay due to the fact you didn't work for the school, rather employed by Mic himself in his private studio, but you were the tiny exception since you did technically work in the school.

"Thanks! Hey, I was wondering if you could check this new thing I've been working on and give me some criticism, it's just a rough draft, the lyrics just kind of came to me after a shot or two at Vlad's birthday party the other night." You giggled as you tossed him the flash drive containing your latest project, the sensitive information contained on the tiny disc landing in the palm of your boyfriend's hands.

"Another song? You're blessing my ears so early in the morning. I'm dreaming! Pinch me!" He teases. Mic's been the biggest supporter of your music since he overheard the pipes you had.

You'd had that kind of night the second week of your internship, battling the oncoming hangover after drinking with your cool new pro-hero teacher friends, your thoughts turning to lyrics as you worked in the studio, the only light being the small lamp on the side Mic kept when he worked late too.

He'd forgotten his room keys in the studio again, something you realized he did often and as he stopped by to pick them back up, that's when he heard you. You sounded so angelic, almost as if you were some sort of angel.

At first, he thought maybe it was just a recording or some sort of dare he say, Melodyne filter while you were messing around in the mic at night.

But you weren't. Your authentic voice shell-shocked him, and he sort of listened to you the entire night until you nearly pissed your pants turning around and seeing him.

“Yeah, it’s nothing special really-” You’re back to reality as Mic quickly has his headphones over his ears, a large grin on his lips as he listens, his fingers tapping away to the beat already.

You work on other tasks, filtering through requests and putting them in the queue while Mic listens to your song, his heart pounding. You were so talented and he’d wish you’d give yourself a bit more credit. You have what it takes to make it big, and he’d support you every step of the way.

“You know with this and the other tracks you have, you’d have enough to push out an EP. All you need is a bit of marketing and producing, and I’d be more than willing to help!” Mic smiles, wheeling over to you, pressing an encouraging peck to your cheek.

“It sounds great, but who would wanna listen to what I write?” You giggle, toggling an advertisement as you glance over at the blonde.

“How about this, You let me help you, I’ll spread the trial around here at work and if it gets good reviews, we publish.” Hizashi is nothing short of persuasive, and for the rest of the week he has you in his studio, adding layer after layer, fine-tuning and weeding out bits of the collection of songs you’d written until you have an EP.

Long nights fueled by coffee, water, and tea, and takeout eventually land you with the very first copy of your own EP. 

In your hands, it’s palpable. It’s real. It doesn’t have any cover art, or a title, let alone who sang it, but Mic hands you a sharpie and you feel this fire coursing through your veins.

You feel more than accomplished.

You scribble some title down that you’d work on later and messily sign your name for Mic to make copies and then throughout the next week, you’ve got dozens of messages flooding your inbox telling you to drop it on some streaming platforms.

And the following night Mic is consoling your tears as you hit your first 100 streams. 

“I’m so proud of you.” He coos, kissing your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his kisses, patting you on the head.

“You’re so cheesy.” You tease him.

“Says you! You named an entire song after me.” Mic huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What if ‘my beloved’ was about Marty?” You giggle. Marty, the sparkly, beautiful, elegant, beta-fish you’d adopted as the studio mascot swam around in his tank, decked out with super cool aquatic music themed stuff.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Mic laughs, his long blonde hair sweeping over his shoulders. 

“Your hair always looks so nice down.” You snuggle into him, your fingers twisting around the ends. Hizashi shakes his head and stares down at you.

“And you’re as radiant as ever, my love.” Hizashi pulls you into him, snuggling his head into your neck, placing a gentle kiss to your skin as he holds you near to him.

“Do you sing, ‘Zashi?” You ask quietly.

“No comment.” Mic giggles, his laughs tickling your skin.

“Would you work on a song with me?” You ask sweetly.

“I would love to.”

Callers chime in every so often for requests, since Mic loves to annoy the listeners by playing your EP track by track almost daily. You have to knock some sense into him telling him that there’s a quota to fill and while you love how he supports you, you’ve got them stuck in your head too.

And when you play them every so often, your heart warms when someone requests one of yours to play. Even more so, when your songs rise to much more notable fame, you’re working on your own album, with the lovely producing of Mic, and it even features a lovely duet between the two of you.

In fact, something you’d found out with having so many connections to pros, was the amount of hidden talent.

You’d requested a song with Kyoka Jiro, the beautiful voice you’d heard at the school festival had belonged to her and you’d been wanting to work with her since she also shared a love for music, and though she was young, she seemed rather happy to sing, even if she might’ve been shy about it first.

An unlikely duo might’ve come from a dare, Hawks. While he was rather against the idea at first, his voice was smooth and mellow, and it clashed with yours perfectly for some sort of sappy anti-romantic love song. Whatever the case, it made charts. 

But Mic continued to be your biggest supporter, no matter how or if you got big. You’d always find your way back into his arms, messing around with him on the radio show, and dodging paparazzi whenever you two left campus.

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