Fuckboi numero uno (Rafinha Imagine ft. Roman Bürki)
@degea-drama-llama when I read the following prompt (coming from this post), I couldn’t help but think of you and fckboi numero uno. hahaha. hope you enjoy.
Prompt: “My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or baseball bat.” and “My middle finger salutes you.”
note: scenario - sometime before the WAGs Night Out Series.
Fuckboi numero uno (Rafinha Imagine ft. Roman Bürki)
Rafinha’s eyebrow shot up when he read the notification of an incoming message from his girlfriend’s ex. He looked back to where his girlfriend was waiting for the popcorn to finish popping in the microwave and then back at her phone on the coffee table in front of him. Her phone vibrated once again, and the ex’s name came up again.
Rafinha’s hand itched to just pick the phone up and see what the message was about. With Theo being a sports reporter for Sky, he knew that she would still cross paths with her ex, but he didn’t expect the ex to message Theo at night. And according to the latest notification, there was an image attached.
“Popcorn!” Theo declared as she plopped herself on the sofa, and then draping her legs over Rafinha’s lap. “I’m a domestic goddess. These are amazing!” Theo cooed before launching a popcorn up in the air to then fall in her awaiting mouth. “Hey? What’s wrong? You’re supposed to say ‘Theo, those are microwaveable popcorn. Unless you make me a meal the way mama does, you’re just a goddess.’”
That didn’t prompt any reaction from the man, which only got Theo concerned.
“What’s got you so pensive?” Theo asked seeing Rafinha’s lips thinned in a straight line.”Hm?”
Rafinha took his eyes off the phone only for it to buzz once again.
“Your ex keeps messaging you,” Rafinha stated. Theo’s response was just a shrug.
Hello, hellooooo! It took me a while but I DID IT! I really do hope you all enjoy this one. Please let me know what you think! All the love, B xx
The smell of booze is in the air and the music is pounding loudly, much to your discontent. The blinding light of your phone’s screen tells you it’s half past four in the morning and you are done. Done with your drunk friends, done with the loud music, done with your feet hurting in your heels, done with your restrictive outfit, you are just… done.
Harry, standing at the other side of the room, clad in his white dress shirt and dress pants, is looking dishevelled, with his hair a mess and his cheeks blushed, the result of the mixture of the alcohol he’s consumed and the heat of the stuffy club. You can see he’s tired, his eyes in slits as his fingers get a little looser around the glass in his hand. His friends, however, are not and he can’t say no to them for the life of him, especially when he was the sole reason as to why all of you were out for the night.
Having sold out his first solo tour in a matter of minutes, his friends had decided to take him out for a night on the town to celebrate the accomplishment and you, being one of his closest friends, couldn’t miss it. He’d told you he’d need someone to take him home and who were you to deny him? You were used to it by now.
It was always the same routine: the two of you would go out and by the end of the night, his fingers would be gripping to yours as you guided his drunk self out through the back doors of whatever club you had gone to, towards the town car he hired for the night, his head resting on your lap as soon as the door closed behind you. That was the routine and everyone knew it and it was why, wherever Harry was, you were there too.
it’s happened to all of us: we’ve failed that test, forgot to hand in an assignment, or just seemed to be horrible at a subject, and in doing so, found ourselves with a less-than-desirable grade. so how do we fix that?
this is the method i’ve used in the past, and i hope it helps you out! they work really well for me, but obviously your mileage may vary.
don’t panic! this doesn’t mean you’re stupid or a failure. even if you end up with a bad grade, it probably won’t matter in the long run. get some perspective. obviously this is much easier said than done, and i’m particularly bad about this haha
find the root cause. why are you stuck with this grade? did you do badly on an important test, paper, or essay? or is it more consistent in that you seem to get mediocre grades on everything? figure out what’s bogging you down so you can fix it.
talk to your teacher. it’s more than likely that your teacher will understand if you talk to them – it shows that you are driven, and care about the class. don’t worry if you’re nervous, just go to them after class or during a study hall, and say that you wanted to talk about a certain test/your grade in the class. if the root cause of your grade is an important assignment, go through what you missed, and if you don’t understand why you missed something, ask them about it!!!! if you just can’t understand the subject, you should let you teacher know as well. obviously, if your teacher is rude or if you don’t feel comfortable talking to them, you don’t need to do this. try asking a parent or friend for help instead.
find your problem areas. now you need to go through all your assignments and see what you tend to get wrong! if it’s more detail-oriented (i.e. dates, percentages, formulas), try using flashcards or repetition to memorize these. if it’s the other way around, and you seem to have issues fitting the big picture together, lighten up on memorization and try drawing diagrams or mind maps.
study smarter. find a well-lit, comfortable place to sit that fits your preferences, and get to work! using the strategies to fix your problem areas detailed in #4, take a look at your material. if you find yourself getting distracted, try to move on to a different subject, find a different study area, or just take a break.
if you are still having problems, talk to someone! tell your teacher/parent/friend that you looked over what you missed and tried harder, but you still aren’t seeing a change. from there, you can get more tips on how to improve.
and that’s basically a general strategy to use! a few miscellaneous tips:
if you tend to not do well on exams but do well on your homework, try to go over the big picture more. also, to make up for them, try really hard not to miss points anywhere else. so you may not do great on the test, but if you do well in assignments, reviews, homework, etc. you can really bring your grade up! not the healthiest tip, but it got me through geometry with an a!
if you have a midterm/final, study really hard for it!! this goes without saying but it can really make or break your grade
try having a snack before you study! it helps if you aren’t thinking about food when you need to study for that final!
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“Give me your jacket, I’m freezing.”
“These shoes were made to kick you in the ass!”
“Are you okay?” “I don’t know how to answer that.”
“It’s no big deal, its just a few scratches.”
“I’m so cute, I don’t see why you aren’t dating me.”
“We made a deal and you’ll keep your end, one way or another.”
“You look cute when you smile, you should do it more often.”
“Why are you blushing?”
“I’m always here and you just ignore me.”
“I’ve worked my ass off to get you in this position.”
“Grab my hand!”
“No, listen to me.”
“I don’t know if I can keep going like this.”
“There’s no shame in taking a step back.”
“I’ll kill you, you sick bastard. I’ll kill you, you’re a fucking monster who deserves to die.”
“Is that… a dog?” “No, Its a fucking horse. Of course its a dog, dumbass.”
“I walked here to you in the rain, this is how much I love you.”
“You are quite the mystery, aren’t you?”
“Let go of me!” “I’m barely touching you!!”
“You’re so cute when you’re mad.”
“Do you believe in love?”
“Put me down!”
“You’re so small, it’s adorable.”
“Look, this isn’t a guilt-trip: I just genuinely want to know if you dislike me so I can stop bothering you.”
“We can’t be friends anymore.”
“Open your fucking eyes, it’s so obvious that I’m in love with you!”
“Don’t you dare touch him/her.”
“Please don’t be mad at me.”
“Don’t do anything stupid, I’m gonna help you.”
“They say less is more, but when have I lived by that?”
“Hey, don’t touch anything. I don’t know how stable it all is.”
“I hate how you’ve made me broken.”
“I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just at life in general.” “I can make that sexually.
“This isn’t one of my more subtle plans, but considering how long it’s been since I ate or drank or slept, I think I’m doing pretty good.”
“If I wanted you dead, this room would be a lot quieter.”
“Do you ever shut up?”
“You’re such an ass!” “But a fine looking one, yes?”
“You’re safe now, I’ve got you.”
“Since when did you become a badass?”
“I don’t know why, but I think I’m in love with you.”
“Holy shit! You’re bleeding!”
“I’d like to talk to you when you have your pants on, okay?”
“If anyone could have saved me, it would have been you.”
“Everyone has a breaking point.”
“I refuse to play along with this. No thank you, go away.”
“What now?” “I don’t know, I didn’t think we’d live this long.”
“They might not want you, but I understand you, and- well, I like who you are and I want you. Please don’t believe what they say.”
“Are you done staring?”
“Never let go.”
“You broke your promise, you can’t come back from that.”
“Hey, are you awake?”
“I love how we all use affectionate pet names and flirt with one another. It’s nice, having such a close knit group of friends, you know?” “Okay but have you considered: fuckpile.”
“Stay here, I’m gonna go get help.”
“Despite what you think, I can actually express emotions just like any other person.”
“I’m so sorry-” “Then why would you do that to me?! You betrayed me!”
“It happened again.”
“I don’t like you, but for some reason you make me feel fuzzy.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“So what, you bitter piece of fuck? I’m nasty, lewd, I swear every third fucking word, and I am a better person than you. oh, that burns doesn’t it? That a shit like me is more moral and good and pure than you can ever be?”
“Me? What about you?”
“Oh shit, okay. I’m gonna toss you over my shoulder and book it okay, no way I’m trying to fight these fools. Don’t bleed out onto my back, ‘kay?”
“I’ve been thinking about you. More specifically, where you fit in my future.”
“I didn’t ever think I’d fall for someone like you.”
“Don’t ever talk to me ever again.”
“Please, just give me a break. I’ve been so busy, trying so fucking hard- I’m doing the best I can. Please, please don’t ask more of me.”
“I wish I could lovingly craft the words together to describe how angry you make me.”
“Looks like we both have detention together.”
“It was over when you said goodbye to me.”
“I hate school and everyone in it.” “Even me?” “You’re an exception.”
“Kiss me.” “No thank you- I don’t want your germs near me at all.”
“Oh, fuck off you piece of shit. You think I care about you? That I give a damn about your feelings? Fuck off- I’m first in line for your head.”
“Have sex with me.”
“Please make me feel alive.”
“You’re the only thing that is keeping me on this fucked up world.”
“Even on the shittest days, you’re always there to brighten them.”
“I love you just the way you are.”
“Your stretch marks are like tiger stripes, it makes you look fucking badass.”
“Stop asking me if I’m alright. My last answer was ‘annoyed’, why would it change any time soon?”
“I will not leave you. No matter how hard it gets or how rough things are, I will always be here. I will not leave you.”
“You are such a fucking cliché.”
“Stay close to me.”
“I can’t do everything!”
“You’re art.” “But I’m nothing like your art.”
“I think I owe you an apology.”
“Have you seen- oh”
“Did you do that for me?”
“That’s a weird way to say ‘I love you’.”
“Are you happy?” “Yes, very.” “Good … that’s good. That makes me happy.”
“Sorry to interrupt but you need to move your hands away from him/her before we have a problem.”
“When I first met you, I thought nothing of you, now you mean everything to me.”
“Please, I can’t live without you.”
“You told me it wasn’t my fault, so why are you blaming me now?”
“Shut up!” “Make me.”
“I’ll fucking kill him/her.”
“Are you jealous?”
“Are you flirting with me?”
“You know me better than I know myself.”
“What do you do when you realise you might not be the good guy?”
Fandom: Marvel Ship: Peter Parker x Reader Requested: Yes (Can I request a Peter imagine where y/n was Peters bff but he was trying to keep his ‘Spider-Man secret’ from her, and one day she was in danger and he saved her and he kissed her (Spider-Man kissed her😂) and she was daydreaming all the time the othr day at school and when she told Ned, Michelle and Peter about her 'little time’ with Spider-Man, Peter blushed and u can make the end.) Genre: Fluff/Angst Warnings: Mentions of Food, Violence, Ferry Accidents, Crying A/N: I feel like I kinda changed the request up a bit, which I apologize for, but I hope you still like it!! Part TwoPart Three
You smiled as you walked over to the table, lunch tray in hand. Your best friend’s head snapped up, and he smiled when he saw you. “Hey,” he said, sliding over on the bench for you to sit next to him. Your smile grew at the gesture, although you tried not to make it too obvious how happy it made you as you sat down.
“Where are Ned and Michelle?” You asked, looking at Peter.
He smiled wider as you scooted closer to his side. “They’re on their way. They stayed back to ask the teacher a question.”
“Oh,” you responded.
“Yeah. How’s your day been?”
You shrugged, looking down at your tray and opening your drink. “It’s been alright. You?”
“Fine,” he said, and you glanced over at him to see him biting his lip nervously. “So, um,” he continued, and you turned towards him, looking at him completely. He bit his lip harder. “Are you doing anything after school today?”
Your eyebrows furrowed, and you knew what the question implied, but you didn’t let yourself believe it as you replied, “Uh, yeah, actually.” You thought you saw his face drop, his bitten lip exchanged for a clenched jaw. “I’m planning on taking one of the ferries today, just to relax and look at the water, you know?”
He hummed, nodding his head, and looked away from you for a moment. “So are you going with anyone, or,” he trailed off, glancing back to you. His nervous expression was still there, and you held back a question, wondering why he was being like this.
“No, just me. I haven’t really gotten a chance to just, leave myself alone with my thoughts, so I’m looking forward to it,” you gave him a smile, and watched as he gave you a fake one back.
You didn’t know what was wrong as he turned to look down at the bench and as he pulled out a textbook to read. “Peter?” You whispered, quietly so that only he would hear. He turned to look at you, and you noticed he was biting his lip again.
“Yeah?” He whispered in return, and leaned slightly closer to you. You felt your breath catch in your throat as you stared at every detail on his face, and you noticed him do the same.
“Um,” you tried to find your words again, now looking into his eyes instead of where your gaze had drifted to his lips. “Are you okay? You seem kinda off today.”
He hummed again and nodded, staring into your eyes just as you were doing the same. “Yeah, I’m okay,” he said. His jaw was clenched again, and you were getting dizzy with the amount of times he was switching.
The two of you continued to stare at each other, now silent, and you could feel the air around you get thin. You thought you could see Peter leaning closer to you, and you felt yourself edge forward as well. It was like you were on autopilot, and you were letting your heart do the flying.
The two of you were so close, so close, and you had been waiting so long for this, and you hoped he knew what you were trying to tell him as you leaned closer, and-
The two of you startled away from each other, and you nearly fell onto the floor with how far and fast you moved away from him. You looked up, breathing heavily and heart pounding rapidly. Moving to sit down in front of you were Ned and Michelle, and they were both looking at you and Peter with furrowed eyebrows.
“Hi,” you breathed out, looking back at the two of them. You quickly moved your gaze down to your lunch, and you scrambled to unwrap your sandwich and take a bite.
You ignored the eyes on you as you silently ate your sandwich, and you didn’t speak again until the subject was changed.
As you sat on the ferry crowded with people, you weren’t sure being left alone with your thoughts was the best idea. One part of your mind was screaming, and one part was racing, and they were both battling each other to be the more prominent. You didn’t know how to concentrate, and you didn’t know what to think.
You stared out at the water as the ferry moved gently, and you worked to even your breathing to calm yourself down. You couldn’t believe you had almost let yourself kiss your best friend. Regardless of the fact he had always been more than a best friend to you, he didn’t know that. And you weren’t sure you ever wanted him to.
But still, all your mind was screaming at you was, ‘Why did he lean in, too?’
He must’ve felt something, more than something, if he wanted to kiss you.
And you wanted to kiss him, more than anything. But you weren’t sure if you were ready. You weren’t sure if you were ready to face the possible rejection, the possibility of losing the friendship you held closest to your heart.
The ferry shaking beneath your feet broke you out of your thoughts, and the screaming and racing in your mind finally silenced. You looked around to see the confused faces of the other passengers, and your eyebrows furrowed when you felt another rumble.
And another one, and another one, and you slowly stood up as the passengers around you did the same. And then a bigger one came, and you were nearly knocked off your feet. You held onto the wall next to you, looking around with worried eyes.
This couldn’t be happening. (You didn’t know exactly what was happening, but still.)
“What is happening?” You heard someone say, and murmurs erupted from a few more people. Yells were now audible, and you didn’t know what part of the ferry they were coming from, but they were accompanied with loud bangs that you were sure were the cause of the rumbling under your feet.
The work you put towards evening your breathing didn’t matter anymore, ragged breaths escaping your mouth with every passing second. You could feel the chaos building up on all parts of the ferry, the shaking and yelling and banging putting all the passengers on edge and leading them to start yelling.
You regretted coming on this ferry alone.
And then a loud explosion sounded, and the ferry seemed the most unstable under your feet than it had ever been, and the loudness of everything made you block your ears with your hands for a few seconds. Everything was too overwhelming, and you didn’t know what to do with yourself.
So you ran.
You pushed through the other scared passengers who all seemed to be frozen still and staring around them. You figured you were moving away from the source, since the yelling and banging seemed to sound quieter the quicker you moved away. The amount of people dwindled as you still ran away from where you once sat, away from where the chaos was sure to be brewing.
You stopped, falling to the floor as the ferry shook violently beneath you. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, the fear finally catching up to you as you stayed curled on the floor until the shaking stopped.
It didn’t stop. The shaking continued, and you thought you could hear a cracking noise, but you weren’t sure you wanted to look. But when you heard loud, ear-piercing screams, and people calling out names, presumably to their loved ones, you looked up and opened your eyes.
The sight that greeted you had your breath hitching in your throat.
“Oh, god,” you let out a sob, watching as the ferry quite literally split in half in front of you. Dust scattered everywhere as the large crack in the ground made its way towards you. You scrambled to stand up, quickly moving to one side of the ferry as you noticed the majority of the ferry was no longer in one piece; it was in two.
You could see the water from between the two parts of the ferry, and your heart pounded impossibly fast. You were never a great swimmer. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t think you’d ever have to know what to do in a situation like this.
You stumbled again as the crack where you were lying was no longer a crack, but a hole. You were all alone, and you suddenly regretted running away from where you had been seated. You clutched the railing desperately, feeling your part of the ferry begin to tip closer towards the water.
You began to cry. And in this moment, you couldn’t help but think of Peter Parker, your best friend and the boy you loved more than anything. You weren’t sure how he would deal with you dying today, and that was the only thing you could think of as you watched the blue abyss near closer and closer to you. You didn’t want to know how he would deal with it.
You and Peter had been best friends for nearly all your lives. Neither of you knew what life was like without the other. Neither of you thought you would ever have to know anytime soon.
You were beginning to lose your balance as the ferry became more horizontal than vertical, and you held onto the railing with all the strength you had. You cried harder, and you could hear other people’s cries and sobs over your own.
And you weren’t sure why, and you knew he couldn’t save you or hear you or see you in this moment, but you still sobbed out, “Peter,” while clenching your eyes shut in fear of seeing the water only a few feet away from you. “Peter,” you cried again. “I love you, Peter,” you sobbed violently, needing to say the words out loud at least once.
You didn’t care that he couldn’t hear you, and you didn’t care that he would probably never hear you say those words to him. But you needed to say them for yourself.
“It’s Spiderman!” You heard someone yell, and you didn’t want to open your eyes, but you knew you had to. You didn’t look towards the water but towards the middle of the ferry where you could see a small figure in a red suit swinging and attaching shiny pieces of string-like material to each pillar.
You had seen this same figure take down so many people in the streets of Queens, robbers and muggers disappearing from alleyways and appearing on the police department stairs.
Spiderman was here to save the day yet again, and you couldn’t help but let a small smile break out on your face in relief. He finished webbing each column, and the ferry seemed to have stopped tilting to its ultimate demise. Cheering and clapping erupted from all areas of the ferry, and you let your small smile turn into a wide grin.
You were looking at the red-clad superhero with admiration and not at the rest of your surroundings when you felt a sharp pain in your arm. You yelped, losing your balance and falling to the floor right under the railing. You knew the ocean was right under your head, you knew it, but you wouldn’t look. You looked up at the large piece of metal that had knocked you off your balance and had probably sliced your arm open.
You tried to move from under the railing, but with the water so close to you, you weren’t sure if you would be able to move back into a safer area. And then you heard the screaming, and you heard the sound of what you were sure was Spiderman’s webs snapping off of the pillars, and you felt the ferry begin to tilt again.
“No,” you yelled and tried to move from under the railing, but with the tilting, the piece of metal that had hit you slid over to hit your legs roughly, and you felt your body slide off the ferry completely. “No!”
Your hands caught the railing, and you looked under you to see bright blue water that you couldn’t see the bottom of. You breathed heavily, your arms not able to hold yourself up for long. “Help!” You screamed, and although you knew you shouldn’t have been wasting your energy, you didn’t have any choice.
You heard the sound of metal clinking against metal, and you closed your eyes tightly, waiting for the piece of metal that put you in this situation to fall on your head. But that wasn’t what the noise was as you felt your tilted position become slightly more straightened. You opened your eyes and frantically looked around you, seeing multiple Iron Man suits around the border of the ferry, pushing both pieces back together.
You would’ve sighed in relief if you hadn’t still been dangling over the ocean that was awaiting your presence.
“Help!” You screamed, hoping for one of the suits to come and catch you, but none of them did. You stayed dangling there, watching as the metal contraptions only kept their focus on pushing the ferry back together.
You could feel your cheeks were wet with tears, and you began to sob again as you felt the strength in your arms begin to give out. “Someone, help! Please,” you yelled and sobbed, willing your hands to stay clasped on the railing.
The Iron Men still ignored you, and you wondered, out of all the people those suits had saved, why you couldn’t be one of them. So you called to a different superhero, hoping it would work.
“Spiderman! Help! Please, help,” but you didn’t see anyone coming for you, and your fingers were slowly unraveling from the railing, and you let out a blood-curdling scream.
You didn’t want to die. You didn’t want to die.
Your hands slipped from the railing, and you closed your eyes as you waited to be met with ice cold water. But instead, you felt a soft hand catch yours. You opened your eyes to see a flash of red before you were yanked upwards. You felt your feet land on the ground of the ferry, and you were about to let go of your savior’s hand when your knees gave out.
“Woah, woah,” you heard a voice say and an arm wrap around your waist, and you looked up to stare into the mask of Spiderman. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asked frantically, and you thought you could recognize his voice, but everything was much too overwhelming to be able to pinpoint it.
When you didn’t reply, he asked again, more urgently. “Are you hurt?”
You startled, shaking your head rapidly and blinking repeatedly. You wondered why he sounded like he cared so much, but couldn’t find the energy to think much of it. “I’m fine,” you choked out, voice raspy from your sobbing and screaming.
You saw him give you a once-over and you knew he noticed your arm. “Your arm,” he lifted it gently, inspecting the cut that was starting to throb painfully.
“I’m fine,” you said, shaking your head again. You felt his arm tighten around your waist, and he dropped your arm with his other hand to gently press it to your cheek.
“You’re okay, you’re okay,” you heard him whisper, but it sounded like he was trying to reassure himself more than you. You quietly looked at him, and you heard him let out a heavy breath before moving his hand from your face to lift his mask up to his nose and then press his hand back to your cheek.
You didn’t get a chance to look at his face before you felt his lips press against yours. You gasped into the kiss, not knowing what to do with yourself. His thumb was stroking your cheek softly, and you almost didn’t notice he was doing it before he stopped.
You kissed him back, and you weren’t quite sure why. But this man didn’t have an identity, and you didn’t know who you were kissing, so in some twisted way, you pretended it was Peter whose lips were pressed to yours.
He pulled away and slid his mask back over his face before you could open your eyes again, and he set you down lightly on the ferry floor to make sure you wouldn’t collapse on your knees again.
“Goodbye, (Y/N),” he whispered before turning around and swinging away, and you watched him leave.
You didn’t even question how he knew your name.
******************* So I wasn’t intending for this to be so angsty, or this long, but here we are. Obviously I’m gonna make a part two to finish up the request, but I would like to know if you guys would actually want a part two. So let me know!! Requests are open :)
Summary; You’re an actress on Riverdale and when doing a sex scene, things take an interesting turn
Warnings; kinda public, choking, so much daddy because KJ is daddy
A/N; huge thanks to @hesvoidspidey for the inspiration for this and letting me base this on one of her amazing imagines!
Laughing at KJ goofing around before his scene, you sat behind the camera with the crew. You watched him play with his guitar and then he stuck his tongue out and flicked it really fast. You couldn’t help to think how it would between you legs and you had to press your thighs together to suppress your sudden urge.
You had been on the show from the start and you were great friends with all of the cast but you had a thing for KJ. No one of course knew about it and you planned to keep it that way. But when the director had called you to a quick meeting a few weeks back to tell you that you were doing a sex scene with KJ’s character, you had felt really nervous. You had done sex scenes before but now that it was with someone you liked, the pressure was on. You didn’t wanna make a fool out of yourself in front of him or to even hint about your feelings towards him.
“Hey bae, wanna go to lunch with your daddy?”, you felt KJ’s arms around you and wondered how long you had been lost in your thoughts if he was already done with his scene.
Him calling you ‘bae’ was a regular thing, it had started when you first hated the word and KJ kept calling you that to annoy you but when you found out what it actually meant, it wasn’t that bad anymore and KJ just kept the name, and now, it made your heart flutter. The daddy thing was something everyone knew, not just the cast. There had actually been a poll about who of the cast was most daddy and KJ insisted that he was always your daddy and that made your panties wanna remove themselves.
Walking to the cafeteria area on set, you felt a little blush creeping on your cheeks when KJ hung his hand over your shoulders. To anyone else, this was normal KJ and it used to be to you too but now that you had recently started to feel something towards the kiwi cutie, you tried to contain the butterflies in your stomach.
Sitting at a table with Cole and Madelaine, they greeted you with smiles as you sat down with KJ on your side.
You mostly ignored your friends as you tried to focus on the scene you would soon be doing. You heard you name being said and paid attention to the conversation.
“So Y/N, KJ, how do you feel about the big scene?”, Madelaine questioned with excitement.
“Yeah, KJ, how do you feel? That must be the most action you’ve gotten in months”, Cole laughed as you and Madelaine joined him but KJ just rolled his eyes.
“Shut up Cole, I’m actually looking forward to it, it’s gonna be a big shocker on the show”, KJ revealed.
His words made you even more nervous than before because you knew that the scene was absolutely gonna be a shock to everyone as it had been to you so you knew you needed to nail it.
“What about you, Y/N?”, Madelaine asked with a smile.
“Oh, actually I’m a bit nervous”, you admitted, finding your salad really interesting as you looked down.
“Relax, you’re gonna do great”, KJ told you, placing his hand over yours on the table. You simply smiled at him, your heart beating faster.
“Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you”, he joked and everyone laughed, including you.
Reading the script over and over again for your sex scene, you dreaded for the moment when someone would enter your trailer to get you to set.
The scene was simple, not many lines. It would happen in your characters big fancy bedroom and it would start with your and KJ’s characters having a fight, which had already been filmed, and then KJ would just press you against a wall and kiss you out of the blue. You would then proceed to remove each other’s shirts as KJ was making you walk backwards to your king sized bed and push you to lay down on it, removing your pants. He then would get on top of you and start kissing your neck, lowering to your bra covered breasts and then pulling the blanket over you as he disappeared under it. The scene would end with the camera filming your moaning face. Couldn’t be that hard, right?
You tried to picture the scene in your head with your eyes closed, but also trying to find ways to block your mind from forming any dirty thoughts about it.
“Y/N, they’re ready for you on set!”, a woman’s voice interrupted your thinking and you stood up, mentally preparing yourself.
The set looked amazing. ‘Your room’ was lit dimly and there were a few candles here and there. The giant bed was covered with fluffy red sheets, making the mood a little sexy.
“You wet for daddy already?”, KJ whispered in your ear out of nowhere as you were studying the set. You jumped a little but felt more aroused than scared.
“I’m joking, Y/N, just messing with ya”, he laughed at your slightly red face as you didn’t find an answer. He was always teasing and playing with you but not like this but you just brushed it off as you were called to take your places.
Standing with your back close to the wall, you faked a pissed off look on you face when the director called 'action!’.
“I’m so done with your crap, Archie!”, you yelled at KJ.
“Well that’s too bad because I’m not giving up on you!”, he yelled back before the both of you stayed silent for a moment. You could’ve sworn you saw for less than a millisecond a smirk tugging at his lips but thought that you had just imagined it.
He then took one big step towards you, grabbed you by the side of your neck and waist and pushed you against the wall as he smashed his lips against yours. The kiss made you forget that you were acting as KJ’s lips felt so good against yours and you brought your hands to his hair. He then pulled you from to wall and turned you around as he broke the kiss to remove your top, revealing your scarlet red lace bra. KJ sneaked a quick look at your boobs as he kept pushing you back by your waist and hurriedly removed his own shirt. You felt your legs hit the edge of the bed and you were about to lay back on it as the script had said but KJ clearly improvised as he lifted you and softly threw you on it and pulled your pants off.
You were a little surprised by this but kept on going as no had said 'cut’.
Resting you head on the small tower of pillows, you watched KJ coming to hover over you as you smirked seductively at him.
“I’m gonna show you just how much you really need me”, he said his line and then proceeded to kiss your neck, slowly getting lower to kiss the skin over your collarbones and finally your almost exposed boobs. You were breathing heavily when he grabbed your ribs, making your boobs press together and making the bra rise just a little but you thought it wouldn’t be enough to reveal anything to the camera. He stayed kissing your tits a little longer than you thought and then you felt his tongue slightly brush your right nipple. You almost broke character from the contact and you didn’t know if KJ even knew what he did as he withdrew himself from your chest to pull the blanket over your legs and stomach.
You felt yourself getting wet from the small touch but tried your best to keep your poker face on as KJ disappeared under the blanket and you felt him laying down on his stomach between you legs.
Now this was the hard part. You had to fake moan and look like he was giving you oral. Sure you had faked orgasms before but this wasn’t the same.
You lifted your legs so that your knees were making the blanket rise, giving KJ more space to do what he was 'doing’. You closed your eyes and were about to start moaning as you felt fingers pushing your panties to the side.
This was definitely not scripted. You gripped the sheets as you didn’t know what to do. You could’ve stopped the scene but you didn’t wanna have to explain why and it had went well so far so you decided to just go with it, I mean, having KJ between your legs wasn’t bad.
You started to moan silently and then you felt a finger entering you pussy, the wetness making it slide in easily. You let out a loud moan that wasn’t planned but a second finger entered and you didn’t have to fake your moaning anymore. You didn’t know why KJ was doing it but you knew you would look great on camera and you felt so good. He fingered you for a few seconds and then you felt his tongue flicking your clit and another unplanned moan came out.
You were wondering why the director hadn’t cut the scene as it wasn’t supposed to last longer than a few seconds after KJ went under the blanket but you weren’t complaining.
Not even a minute had passed when you felt KJ curl his fingers against your g-spot and you almost instantly came but that’s when the director yelled 'cut!’. You felt more than disappointed when KJ pulled his fingers out of you and your panties were back over your drenched pussy.
“That was great Y/N, absolutely fantastic!”, the director praised you as you put your clothes back on and tried to hide your blush when the crew gave you an applause.
Usually you stayed for awhile to watch the footage but now you were sexually frustrated and needed a release so you started to head to your trailer but KJ stopped you.
“Can I show you something?”, he asked with a smile.
“Y-yeah, sure”, you smiled back, wanting to ask him about his little tease and started to follow him.
KJ led you to his trailer and opened the door for you as you walked up the few stairs. Once you were inside, you turned around to face him and it was like the scene you just did had replayed when KJ grabbed your waist and pushed you against the wall to kiss you hard. You instantly kissed him back and after a moment he pulled back to smile at you.
“You were wet for daddy”, he said as his smile turned into a smirk.
You just rolled your eyes playfully as you pulled you top over your head and went to do the same to his shirt. You quickly snapped your bra off too.
A small scream escaped your throat when KJ lifted you from the floor and carried you to place you on the couch. He was kissing you in a second and started to undo his pants but you stopped him and pushed him off of you to make him stand up. He looked at you with a slightly disappointed and confused look but you just smirked as you pulled his pants off, along with his boxers, his big cock bouncing up.
You didn’t give him any time to react as you took his hard cock in your mouth until you almost gagged. KJ started to grunt and gripped your hair tightly.
“Oh shit, Y/N, you’re a fucking goddess”, he told you as you kept sucking his dick.
“You look so good sucking daddy’s cock”, he smirked down at you and you lost it.
You stood up from the sofa, removed your pants and pushed him to sit down and in a second, you were on top of him with your legs on his sides, lowering yourself onto his length. You both moaned in pleasure when he filled you up. Starting to bounce up and down, he gripped your waist.
“You feel so good, daddy”, you moaned.
“I love it when you call me that”, he said and you smirked a little.
You fucked him for a good few minutes but he suddenly lifted you from him, making you both stand up and then he pushed you face first onto the couch so that your knees were on the sitting part and you leaned your elbows on the couchs back. KJ wasted no time in pushing back in you and started to pound into you without mercy. He snaked his hand around your throat and pulled your back against his chest and squeezed your throat.
“Who am I?”, he growled into your ear.
“Daddy”, you tried to say, his hand making it a little hard.
“Louder”, he demanded as he went to pinch your nipple with his free hand.
“Daddy!!”, you screamed and came a couple seconds before he did.
You both fell onto the couch but didn’t have any time to relax as there was a knock on the door. KJ immediately jumped up and grabbed a towel from a chair near by and wrapped it around his waist and then picked up his t-shirt from the floor and threw it to you. He made sure that you were covered before opening his mouth.
“It’s open!”, he yelled and stood close to you as you sat on the couch.
Cole walked in and you felt your cheeks getting hot. It was pretty obvious that what you had been doing due to you wearing only a shirt but hoped he would be maybe tired or something to not notice. He didn’t say anything at first as he studied your and KJ’s choice of clothing and then started to smirk. Busted, you thought.
“Daddy’s needed on set”, he smirked widely and left as your face fell.
“Fuck!”, you huffed out as KJ sat next to you and started to laugh.
“What’s so funny?”, you asked with a raised brow.
“Nothing, I’m just happy”, he said, turning to smile at you.
“Really? I mean, me too but I didn’t know you wanted this too”, you told him.
“I’ve wanted this from the first time you called me daddy”, he confessed and chuckled.
“Can we talk about this after we finish work? I need to go do a scene but you’re welcome to join me”, he said and you nodded, getting up and dressing to return to set.
Walking to the Pop’s diner set with KJ, you spotted Lili, Camila, Madelaine and Cole standing by the coffee table. They all said their hellos to you and you felt Cole smirking at you.
“How did your scene go?”, Lili asked.
“Great”, both you and KJ said at the same time.
“I think it went more than just great”, Cole commented and you felt a little panicked.
“What do you mean?”, Camila questioned.
“Let’s just say that Y/N just proved that KJ’s the real daddy of this group”, Cole smirked as the girls just looked confused. You looked at KJ and he smirked at you and Lili noticed it.
“Oh my god! You didn’t!?”, she yelled as they all realized what Cole’s words meant.
“Oh, they definitely did!”, Cole laughed.
“Guess the secret is out”, you awkwardly laughed at KJ.
“I don’t mind”, he said and kissed you as the girls cheered.
inspiration: shamelessly and 100% inspired by tom’s instagram post and story; i couldn’t help myself he’s such a cutie
a/n: just thought i’d take advantage of the absolutely adorable picture/caption combo
Tom was never in the business of keeping secrets, even less so when said secrets made him the happiest he ever thought possible.
Now that he’s with you, all he wants to do is go public with your relationship, but you both had agreed upon taking that step when he finishes filming and his schedule steadies out.
Despite the mutual decision, Tom can see the toll all the secrecy is taking on you; you’re a little less cheerful and a lot more stressed - as he would imagine anyone in a secret relationship would be. He’s asked you about it in the past and almost threw all caution to the wind and went public with you anyways, but you were always quick to brush it off and blame your lack of enthusiasm on the day’s fatigue.
You are the reason why I am happy. You make me smile like an idiot. Your voice is my melody by day and my lullaby by night. I love talking to you. I miss your voice the time we don’t. I can’t help thinking about you and what you’re doing. You drive me crazy. My heart feels like it’s flying. I only hope you’re thinking of me too. Your face, like a beautiful painting, is something I want to etch on every brain cell I have. Your body, like a magnificent sculpture, is something I want to be by my side. Always. I love you.
So it was a long weekend near the beginning of the school year and you, Peter, Ned, and MJ ended up on the road with Peter’s Aunt May to go on a camping trip.
It was kind of a long drive
Ok it wasn’t that long but when you ended up sitting in the backseat squished between MJ and Ned it felt really long
Only because Ned and Peter were arguing about Star Wars and Michelle had her head stuck in a book
Not to mention the fact that you got car sick
Halfway through the drive you started to feel really nauseous and Peter being the smol, soft bean ™ that he is, noticed you weren’t feeling well
“Y/N what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just a bit nauseous from the traffic and sitting in the middle and such,”
“Aunt May can you pull over?” He asked
“Peter, if you haven’t noticed I can’t exactly do that, we’re in the middle of a three lane highway stuck in traffic,”
Peter sighed and un did his seatbelt
“Okay, Y/N, climb over the middle and you sit here, and then i’ll climb over and sit where you’re sitting,”
You took a second to process what Peter had said but you listened, un did your seatbelt and moved to the front seat of the car
YA BOI PETER WAS STILL SITTING THERE AND YOU ENDED UP IN HIS LAP
YOU WERE BOTH BLUSHING SO HARD
MAY JUST CHUCKLED TO HERSELF
Eventually, Peter moved out from under you (wink wonk) and moved to the back seat
It wasn’t the much longer of a drive but every once and a while Peter would still check on you to make sure you were feeling alright.
When you finally got there and clambered out of the car, Peter and Ned began pulling out everyone’s things
“Did you two idiots think that maybe we should build our tents first before we pull everything else out?” MJ said
Then Ned did that cute thing he does in Homecoming where he touches his nose and points (ya know when he found out that the internship was just Peter being Spiderman and then Peter forced Ned to leave his room)
So Peter and Ned pulled out the tents
Initially you and May had offered to help
MJ said she would rather sit on the picnic bench and watch them struggle
Peter and Ned insisted that they didn’t need your help
BUT THESE TWO HEADASSES
They spent so much time struggling not actually understanding how to put a tent together
You eventually decided to help them
“Y/N are you sure that’s right? Ned and I pretty much had this figured out,”
“HA YOU’RE FUNNY PARKER,”
Literally you took over and everything was done in five minutes
Ned believed in you the entire time
Peter just wanted to look manly in front of you but we don’t talk about that
“Can we start the campfire yet”
“Peter its not even close to being dark”
“Oh come on Y/N”
One simple glare from you would completely shut him up
May decided that instead of sitting around on your camp ground that you four needed to go exploring and she would set up the other tent
Michelle refused to leave her book despite Peter’s protests
You found yourselves by a river in a small wooded area
You begged everyone to go exploring
Michelle kindly declined and sat down on a rock to keep reading
Ned decided that he wasn’t interested in falling into a river while climbing around and stayed near Michelle
PETER STARTED OFF SAYING THAT MAYBE YOU GUYS SHOULDN’T GO WANDERING BUT THE SECOND YOU SAID “what are you scared Spiderman?” THIS BOY BASICALLY CHALLENGED YOU
HE NEEDED TO PROVE TO YOU (the love of his life ofc) THAT HE WAS NOT AFRAID
LOL SO YOU TWO HEADASSES END UP CROSSING THIS RIVER
Lmao but its flowing really fast and Peter was trying to show off
This boy fucking slips off the rock he was on and ends up in the river
BUT HE DOESNT JUST FALL IN
THE CURRENT PULLS HIM DOWNSTREAM FOR LIKE 200 METERS
Lmaooo you hurry to get back to the river bank and shout to Michelle and Ned to help you save Peter
You’d think with being an Avenger and all this boy would be able to stand on a fucking rock
When you got to Peter he was pulling himself ashore
“Peter you idiot! I almost had a heart attack”
“Almost? You mean me falling into a river only almost sent you into cardiac arrest?”
“Shut up Peter you scared me”
Peter pulls you in for a hug
“OH MY GOD GET OFF ME YOU’RE SOAKED”
“But I thought I scared you, i’m only trying to make you feel better”
And then he would hug you tighter while you struggled to get away
Ned and Michelle were standing a few feet away, forced to listen to the two of you
*cough* “get a room” *cough*
“What was that Ned?”
“Oh nothing, Y/N”
When you got back to the camp site May was not pleased with Peter
“Peter BeNJAMIN PARKER”
“ITS NOT MY FAULT. Y/N AND I WERE CLIMBING NEAR THE RIVER AND THEY JUST PUSHED ME IN AND I-“
“BULLSHIT PETER I DID NO SUCH THING”
May stood there with her hands on her hips glaring at the two of you
“Peter go change before you catch a cold. I can’t believe all of you I leave you alone for 30 minutes and my nephew comes back with half the river on him,”
When Peter came back he was in a pair of sweats and a tshit with his wet hair forming into his luscious curls that you really wanted to run your fingers though
“Can we start the fire now?”
“It will be dark soon…” Ned added
“Jeez fine but you two have to go get the fire wood,”
Ned and Peter began wandering off to find that fire wood
Jokes on them though
May bought firewood while you were trying to pullPeter out of the river
You had the fire started in less than five minutes
Peter and Ned didn’t even care that you pointlessly sent them out into the woods to get wood because THEY WERE JUST SO EXCITED FOR THE CMAPFIRE
You were all sitting around the campfire just enjoying each other’s company and
It started to get dark and C O L D cause u idiots went camping in october
But you were sitting next to Peter and this boy noticed you shivering and low-key moved closer to you
“Y/N do you want my sweater”
“But then you’ll freeze”
Peter rolled his eyes at you “I’m spiderman ill be fine”
“That can’t be your excuse for everything”
“But I’m spiderman”
“Fine give me your sweater you can freeze”
Peter slips his sweater off and hands it to you
IT WAS SOCOMFY
You JUST SNUGGLE DEEPER INTO IT AND IT SMELLS LIKE PETER ANDYOUR HEART JUST MELTS A LIL BIT
“You having a good time with my sweater there Y/N?”
“Actually I am. I might have to take this sweater back to my sleeping bag with me tonight. I think this sweater can show me a good time,”
“Oh my god Y/N, Peter please stop flirting the rest of us have to sit here and listen to the two of you,”
Eventually you guys decided to make s’mores
BOI IT WAS GREAT
You all were roasting marshmallows
May refused to let any of you be in charge of chocolate and gram crackers so she was manning the station
May was right
There were accidents
There was chocolate smeared
There were broken crackers
There was marshmallow stuck to things it should not be stuck to
Long story short, It’s good that marshmallow washes out of hair
Ok lets go into the story cause LMAO WE GOTTA
He got marshmallow in your hair
“I’M SORRY Y/N I DIDN’T MEAN TO”
PeTeR pArkEr yOuRe goInG tO pAy FOr tHiS”
Needless to say, Peter had some marshmallow in more than just his hair by the time you got to him
When you were done s’mores May offered to tell you all a ghost story
She actually managed to scare Ned
And May decided to graciously spook you guys and then head to her tent to go to bed
Michelle told the next story
SHE SPOOKED ALL OF YOU
You and Peter were curled under a blanket
YOU TWO WERE ACTUALLY LOOKING BEHIND YOU GUYS AFRAID THAT SOMEONE WAS GONNA GET YOU
“OK NO MORE GHOST STORIES”
Ned suggested truth or dare
It was a little after 10pm and you losers were sitting around a campfire that was burning out and playing truth or dare
It was stupid stuff at first
Until Michelle dared you to kiss Peter
“You don’t have to kiss me Peter,”
“Are you kidding? If we don’t kiss you have to go into the woods and bring back a rock. No way am I letting you go out there. What if Michelle’s story was true? What then? You’d be dead,”
“Good to know you’re willing to kiss me only so I don’t die”
“No! No! That’s - I didn’t - no- I mean I always want to - I don’t want you to… I want to kiss you!”
Instead of waiting for your response Peter just full out kisses you
And by full out
I mean as full out as two fifteen year old’s can kiss.
Peter pulled away and LOWKEY THE BOHT OF YOU WERE SMILING LIKE CRAZY
“Well I’m gonna head to bed”
“YEAH ME TOO”
You and Peter were left alone, sitting very close to one another, under the same blanket, UNDER THE STARS, in front of a dying fire
OFC YOU’RE GOING TO CUDDLE
“So did you really only kiss me because you dind’t want me to die,”
“I mean it’s one of the reasons”
“So what are the others”
“Ah, you don’t get to find out that easily”
“Fine. Truth or dare,”
“I dare you to tell me the other reasons”
“That’s not fair”
“Do you want me to make you go into the woods and get a rock?”
Peter started leaning closer to you
“You wouldn’t send me out there. You’re too scared to be alone”
“Not true” you lied
Peter STILL LEANING CLOSER
THIS BOY WAS KISSING YOU AGAIN
LIKE LIPS ON YOURS
ACTUAL LIP AND TOUNGE ACTION FROM THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE PETER PARKER
“I still don’t know the other reasons”
“Oh my god, Y/N,”
You and Peter sat by the fire until it died completely
“C’mon Y/N, I wanna look at the stars”
Peter dragged you away from your comfortable seat
He was holding your hand
The blanket was wrapped over his shoulder and your shoulder so it was like one giant cape for two people
Two person cape
NOT THE POINT BUT
Peter leads you to the picnic table where you lie down on the table and look up at the stars
Peter never let go of your hand
you’re cuddled up next to him while he points at all the stars and explains the different constellations
You loved it the this boy talked
It was so precious when he got excited about something
Eventually when you started yawning Peter realized how late it was
“WE should probably go to bed”
“I kind of don’t want to get up”
Headasses fell asleep the tbale like ten minutes later
You frequently woke up throughout the night FREEZING
It dropped down to almost 0 degrees and you and Peter only had the one blanket
Peter kept pulling you closer to him
When you woke up in the morning the sun was shining and Everyone else was sitting at the other picnic table eating breakfast
“Good morning” May greeted you
You slowly sat up, unwrapping yourself from Peter’s arms
“You two look comfy” ned said wiggling his eyebrows at you
Peter woke up and joined your guys at breakfast
He brought the blanket with him and sat down next to you, keeping himself wrapped up
Only letting one arm snake out so he could wrap it around your waist and pull you closer to him
“You were my furnace, now I’m cold and I need you to warm me up again,”
“SURE” Ned said
Let’s just say that the rest of the camping trip was a hell of a lot more of the same thing
Request → “
could you do an eddie, richie, bill one (or whoever ya please!) where the reader got their wisdom teeth out and the boy is taking care of them? i got mine out this morning and am currently suffering™”
A/N→ mouth pain is the WORST, hope ur feeling better by now!!!!
Pairing → Bill Denbrough x Reader, Richie Tozier x Reader, Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader
Warnings → eh. none
↳ You woke up groggy and groaned at the dull pain in
the back of your mouth, pushing your face further into the pillow. You felt a
cool hand on your face, and your hair being tucked away so that you weren’t
laying on it. “Duh-Don’t be such a c-crybaby” hushed Bill, and you huffed in
He reached over you, reaching between your
curtains to open the windows on the wall your bed leant against. You looked at
him as he clicked them open above you, his face was reddish, and he was
sweating. Bill had flunked school when he learned you were
still struggling with yesterday’s pain from having your damn teeth ripped out.