..much better since you walked in

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*shyly whispers* do u think u could do another Greek Mythology story~

“Your tapestries are so fine,” the merchant says in wonder, “that you must be blessed by the goddess Athena.”

Arachne tosses her head, braided hair falling over her shoulder like an obsidian waterfall, “What’s Athena got to do with it? My hands wove these, not hers.”

The merchant blanches and looks to the sky, as if expecting Zeus himself to smite them for blasphemy. Personally, she thinks the king of the gods has better thing to do with his time. “Ah,” he says weakly, “I suppose.”

He pays her for her wares and she leaves, almost immediately bumping into a hunched old woman with grey eyes. “Do you not owe Athena thanks for your talent?” she croaks, gnarled hands curled over a cane.

Arachne is not stupid, but she is foolish. They will tell tales of it. She looks into those grey eyes and declares, “Athena should thank me, since my talents earn her so much praise.”

She pushes past her and keeps walking, ignoring the goddess in humans skin as she disappears into the crowd.

They will tell tales of her hubris. They will all be true.

~

The next day she bumps into the same old woman at the market. Everything goes downhill from there.

“Know your place, mortal,” Athena says, grey eyes narrowed. There is a crowd around them, and Arachne could save herself, could walk away unscathed, and all she has to do is say her weaving is inferior to that of a goddess.

She will not lie.

“I do,” she says coolly, “and in this matter, it is above you.”

She is not honest as a virtue, but as a vice.

Athena challengers her to a weaving contest. She accepts.

~

Gods are not so hard to find, if you know where to look.

“It’s a volcano,” the baker repeats, looking down at her coins, as if he feels guilty for taking money from someone who’s clearly not all there.

She grabs her bag of sweet breads and adds it to her pack before swinging it over her shoulders, “Yes, I know. Half a day’s walk, you said?”

“A volcano,” he insists, as if she did not hear him perfectly well the first dozen times.

“Thank you for your help,” she says. He’s shaking his head at her, but she knows what she’s doing.

She walks. She grows hungry, but does not touch the bread she paid for, and walks some more. The sun’s begun to set by the time she makes it to the base of the volcano. It’s tall, impossibly large, and for a moment the promise of defeat threatens to overwhelm her.

But Arachne does not believe in defeat, in loss. They will tell tales of her hubris. Those tales will be true.

She ties a scarf around her braids then hikes her skirt up and ties the material so it falls only to her thighs. She fits work roughened hands into the divots of cooled magma and begins her slow ascent.

~

The muscles in her legs and arms shake, and her hunger pains are almost as distracting. Her once white dress is dirt smeared and torn and sweat makes her itch as it covers her body and drips down her back.

“What are you doing?”

Arachne turns her head and bites back a scream, looking into one giant eye. The cyclops holds easily to the volcano’s edges, even though her hands are torn and bleeding. She swallows and says, “I heard you like honeyed bread. Is it true?”

The creature tilts his head to the side, baring his long fanged teeth at her. She thinks he might be smiling. “You’ve been climbing for hours. What do you want?”

“Is it true?” she repeats, refusing to flinch.

“Yes,” he says, looking at her the same way the baker had, “it’s true.”

“There’s some sweet bread in my pack, baked this morning,” she says, “it should still be soft.”

His hands are big enough and strong enough that it could probably squeeze her head like a grape. Instead he gently undoes her pack and reaches inside. The honey buns look comically small in his large hands, and he swallows half of them in one bite. He licks his fingers clean when he’s done, and his smile is just as terrifying the second time around. “I am Brontes. Why are you climbing my master’s volcano?”

“I’m the weaver Arachne,” she takes a deep breath, “I need your master’s help.”

~

They tell tales of Hephaestus’s ugliness.

They are not true.

He’s got a broad, angular face and short brown hair. His eyes are like amber set into his face, and his arms are huge, and he’s rippling muscle from the waist up. He has legs only to his knees. From there down his legs are bronze gears and golden wire, replacements for the legs destroyed when Hera threw him from Mount Olympus.

“Had your look, girl?” he asks, voice rough like he’s always a moment away from breaking into a coughing fit.

“Yes,” she says, and doesn’t turn away, keeps looking.

His lips quirk up at the corners, so it was the right move. The heat is even more oppressive inside the volcano, and all around him cyclopses work, forging oddly shaped metal that she can’t hope to understand. “You’ve gone to an awful lot of trouble to find me, girl. What do you want?”

She slides her pack off her shoulders and holds it out to the god, “I have a gift for your wife. I have woven her a cloak.”

He raises an eyebrow and doesn’t reach for the bag, “You believe something made with mortal hands could be worthy of the goddess of beauty?”

They will tell tales of her hubris.

“Yes.”

They will all be true.

With a gust of wind the oppressive heat of the volcano is swept away, leaving her chilled. In its place stands a woman – more than a woman. Aphrodite has skin like the copper of her husband’s machines and hair dark and thick and long. Her eyes are deepest, richest brown, piercing in their intelligence. People don’t tell tales of Aphrodite’s cleverness. That is because people are stupid.

“Let’s see it then,” she says, reaching inside the pack and pulling the cloak from its depths.

It unrolls beautifully. It’s made from the finest silks, and it shimmers in the light from the forges. The hem of the cloak is sea foam, speaking of Aphrodite’s beginning, and up along the cloak is intricate patterns it tells of her life, of her marriage and her worshippers and escapades, all with the detail of the most experienced artist and the reverence of her most devoted followers.

Her lips part in surprise and she slides it on, twirling like a child. “Gorgeous,” Hephaestus says, though Arachne knows he does not speak of the cloak. She doesn’t take offense.

The goddess smiles and Arachne’s heart pounds in her chest. She does her best to ignore it – Aphrodite is the goddess of love, after all. It is only expected. “Very well,” the goddess says, “you have my attention.”

Arachne swallows. Aphrodite’s attention is a heavy thing. “I have offended Athena,” she says, “She has challenged me to a weaving contest.”

Their faces somber. Hephaestus rubs the edge of a sleeve between his fingers and says, “Athena will lose such a contest, if judged fairly. She does not take loss well.”

“I know,” she says, “you are friendly with Hades, are you not?”

There are no tales of their friendship. But she’s staking her life on its existence, because why wouldn’t it exist – both of them even tempered, both shunned by Olympus, both happily married.

Gods hate being made to feel lesser. It is why they say Persephone was kidnapped, why they say Aphrodite cheats with Ares. It is why Athena will crush her when Arachne wins the weaving contest.

“Clever girl,” Hephaestus says, smiling.

Aphrodite stares at her reflection in a convenient piece of polished silver. Arachne assumes Hephaestus left if lying there for that express purpose. “Very well!” the goddess says, not looking at her, “when Athena sends you to the underworld, we will entrench upon our uncle for your release.” She turns on her heel and points a finger at her. Arachne blushes for no reason she can think of. “In return, you will weave me a gown, one equal to my own beauty.”

A gown as exquisite as the goddess of beauty. An impossible task.

They will tell tales of her hubris.

“I accept.”

They will all be true.

~

The contest goes as expected. Athena’s tapestry is lovely, but Arachne’s is lovelier.

The goddess’s face goes red in rage, and her grey eyes narrow. Arachne stands tall, ready to accept the death blow coming for her.

The blow comes.

Death does not.

~

She is an insect. Even if she can make it back to Hephaestus’s volcano, even if they can help her, they will not know it is her. She has no hope left, no course of action, she should just give up. But –

She doesn’t believe in defeat, in loss.

It was a terribly long journey on foot, that first time. It is even longer this time, although now she has eight legs instead of two. She makes it to the volcano, and creeps in between crevices, until she finds out a hollowed room, one with a sliver of sunlight and plenty of bugs to keep her fed.

Athena’s cruel joke of allowing her to weave will be her downfall. Her silk comes out a golden yellow color – it will look exquisite against Aphrodite’s copper skin.

~

It takes seven years for her to complete it. She hasn’t left this room in the volcano in all that time, and as soon as it’s done she scurries out back toward the village. She’s a large insect, but not that large.

She arrives just as the sun begins to rise, and leaves before the first rays have even touched the earth, her prize tied to her back with her own silk.

Arachne doesn’t return to her room. Instead she goes to the more popular parts of the volcano, hurries and runs around terrifying stomping feet until she finds who she’s looking for and scurries up his leg and onto his shoulder.

“Huh,” Brontes looks onto his shoulder and blinks. “What on earth are you?”

She cautiously skitters down his arm, waiting. He bends closer and lightly touches her back. “Is – is that a piece of a honey bun?”

She looks up at him, waiting. It’s her only chance, if he doesn’t remember, if he doesn’t understand –

His face slowly fills with a cautious kind of wonder. “Arachne?”  She jumps in place, being unable to nod, and Brontes cautiously cradles her in his massive hands, “We must find the Master immediately!”

She jumps down, landing in front of him and running forward. “Wait!” he calls, and she makes sure he’s running after her before skittering back to her corner of the cave. It’s almost too small for him to enter but he squeezes inside and breathes, “Oh.” He stares for several moments, and Arachne climbs her web and waits. Brontes shakes himself out of his reverie and uses his powerful wings to bellow, “MISTRESS APHRODITE!”

There’s that same breeze and she’s in the crevice with them, “What was so important, Brontes, that you had to yell?”

Arachne sees the exact moment that the goddess sees the gown, golden yellow and glimmering, made entirely of spider silk. “Beautiful,” she says, reaching out a hand to brush down the bodice. Her head then snaps up, “Brontes, where’s Arachne?”

She warms at that, that Aphrodite knew it was her weaving even though she hasn’t been seen in seven years.

They’ve told tales of her hubris.

They are all true.

Brontes points at the web, and Aphrodite steps over and holds out her hands. Arachne crawls onto the goddess’s palms. “Athena is more powerful than I am, I cannot undo her work,” she says, “but I know someone who can.”

Then they are in front of a river. A handsome young man stands there waiting with a boat. “Goddess Aphrodite,” he says, “we weren’t expecting you.”

“Thanatos,” she returns, “I need to see Persephone.”

The man’s face stays cool, and for a moment Arachne fears they will be refused and she will be stuck in this form forever. Then he smiles and says, “My lady is of course available for her favored niece.” He holds out a hand to help her onto the boat, “Please come with me.”

~

Arachne weaves a dress for Hades’s wife as a thank you, and returns to her volcano.

“I can take you somewhere else,” Aphrodite says, “you don’t have to hide here.”

Arachne pauses at her loom. She has lived in this volcano for seven years. It’s her home. “Would you like me to leave?” she asks instead.

Aphrodite scoffs, “Of course not! How could I dress myself without you here?” She’s wearing the spider silk dress Arachne spun for her, and she’s working on another for the goddess now. Aphrodite runs a gentle finger down Arachne’s cheek and for a moment she forgets to breathe. “You are the finest weaver to ever exist.”

She looks up at the goddess, “Then as the god of crafts and goddess of beautiful things, where else would I belong besides with you and Hephaestus?”

To declare your company equal to that of gods is the height of arrogance and blasphemy.

They tell tales of her hubris.

“An excellent point,” Aphrodite murmurs, and tucks a stray braid behind Arachne’s ear.

They are all true.

gods and monsters series part iii

Green-Eyed Monster (Jughead x Reader Smut)

Prompt: Hey I was wondering can you make a smut one where like jughead gets jealous because you’ve been spending a lot of time with another guy for whatever reason and he confronts you about it ? Thank you so much in advance I’m like in love with your blog ❤️❤️❤️

Hi! Can I have a Jealous!Jughead Jones smut? Maybe Y/N is spending a lot of time with Archie and Jug gets jealous (duh) and shows her who she ‘belongs’ to?

A/N: Jealous Jughead is my life purpose. Hopefully I did okay on this one! Sorry it’s short! Requests are welcome.

Warnings: Jealousy? Light Smut. A few swears? 

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Green-Eyed Monster (Jughead x Reader)

It all started with Archie asking you to help him with his english paper. It was known around school that you were good at english and had a keen eye for editing so it wasn’t out of the ordinary when your ginger friend asked for your help.

You had already finished and edited your own paper as well as looking over your boyfriend, Jughead’s. So You simply shrugged and told him to meet you at the library.

After the first meeting, Archie asked you to help him with some other stuff so he could keep up his grades for football. You agreed as you’re always happy to help out a friend.

That was Monday.

You told Jughead that Arch needed help with homework and that he was welcome to come as well but he simply shrugged, walking away with a frown on his face.

It’s been a week and your boyfriend has been acting differently since you started hanging out with Archie more. You guys moved your meeting from the Library to Pop’s and Arch always offered to pay as a thank you for helping him.

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Lance is a Boy #1

Keith vaulted over a fallen tree, running as fast as he could through a dense jungle, thanking allura for making paladin armour so aerodynamic. There was a swift movement beside him as a lanky figure pushed ahead “Lance.” Keith hissed and pushed himself a little bit harder.
“Hurry up pretty boy! Or you’re lunch!” Keith’s eyes rolled as Lance cupped his mouth with his hands while running to deliver the sound over to Keith. It was more than unfortunate that in this second of diversion, Lance tripped over a tree root and face planted, letting his body roll with the momentum. Keith pushed his feet into the ground to stop as quickly as possible, he still had to run back a few paces to stop by Lance. The ground absorbed a groan from the blue paladin.
“Lance come on we need to go. Now.” Keith’s voice was urgent and persistent. “Please get up.” Keith’s hands wrapped around Lances bicep and he pulled, making Lance stagger to his feet. A dark red liquid stained his chest and Lance had drawn his hand up to his nose, pulling it away slightly and frowning.
“Ah quiznak.” The only words Lance left behind as they took off running again. Large stomps were suddenly eerily loud and very apparent behind them as they took long strides, staying closer together. It wasn’t long before their calves burned and the boys looked for any kind of checkpoint. Eventually they both dived past a large, off looking tree with high hopes. A long second passed,

then a loud buzzer went off.

“Simulation end!” A calm voice rang through an intercom, Allura. “Very good boys!”

“Really?” Keith’s voice was hopeful.

“Well… no, not really, but better! You both learned this time and took the wise route and ran, a wise altean once said ‘a brave person will fight relentlessly, a wise person will know when to fight another day.’, I’m impressed you chose to flee.” She walked through the door onto the training deck, her voice fading from the intercom. “Lance are you ok?”

“Better now that you’re here my princess” he winked and put his hand on his hip, clicking his tongue seductively, normally this would be as smooth as ever but with one hand pinching a dripping nose bleed, not so much. “Yknow my princess doesn’t really roll off the tongue, how about my everything instead?” It had only been about two days since Coran and Allura were awoken and Lance had flown in blue to the castle of lions, and he was still trying to get with allura, of course, to no avail.

Rolling her eyes, Allura turned to Keith “I’m glad you waited for him, I saw the hesitation in your eyes as he fell, you did the right thing and theoretically saved your friends life.”

“Wait wait wait, mullet hesitated!? Keith!” A swift (but gentle) smack on his shoulder made Keith smile.
“Lance I don’t think there’s a soul in this universe that wouldn’t have.”

Allura put a gentle hand on Lances shoulder “go see coran, get yourself set up in a health pod, he’ll need all of your information and then you’re set, that nose bleed, and whatever other damage, will be dealt with.” She smiled and turned to walk out, Keith following close behind.

Lance walked throughout the castle, his nose pinched and his mind starting to wonder. “Who knew finding an old man in a castle would be so hard…” as if summoned, Coran suddenly dropped from the ceiling and clanged to the floor. “AGH!” Lance jumped into an immediately defensive stance. “Coran?”

Other than looking slightly dirty, coran was intact and smiled warmly at Lance “sorry my boy! Was just cleaning out the vents, 10 000 years worth of dust, someone had to do it”

“There are vents? On a space ship?” Lance looked doubtfully at the orange haired man.

“Well, yes, they can be cut off but with them it keeps the airflow more consistent.” Lance shrugged and explained what had happened, as coran lead them to the room with the pods, they talked more and more about how advanced the ship was and reasoning for a lot of design choices.

“All right, Lance! I’ll need to ask you a couple questions to set up a basic data base and ID for you in a pod so it can optimize heal time.” Lances nose had stopped bleeding but he was pretty sure it was broke so he obliged.

“Fair enough, fire away.”

“Full name?”

“Lance Charles McClain.” He smiled, remembering his dad, Charles McClain, a nice, respectable man, he was named after him. Coran typed away happily, supposedly coding the system with Lances information.

“Height and weight?”

“5 feet and 9 inches, 130 pounds.”

“Sexual activities?”

“Woah Coran at least buy me dinner first.” Lance smirked and Coran tried not to but the corners of his moustache rose a little. “Currently not active.” He said, not ashamed of himself in the slightest.

“Ok last one, this ones easy, biological sex?”

Lance was about to answer but paused, thinking it over for a second, his answer was lower than usual and he looked down.

“female.”

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BTS Reaction | Catching them with another member

Anon request:  I don’t know how gay you’re willing to go, but their reaction to you catching them with another member????? only if you’re okay with it

Anon request: Where you catch them with another member but you’re not mad at them

Anon request: Where the ships like namjin tell you they had sex together and want you to join something like a poly relationship

AN; I decided to do like a combination of these, I hope that’s okay

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Leave A Message: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

Summary: AU, After a night of heavy drinking, Betty Cooper realizes she’s left a series of revealing messages on her crush and roommate, Jughead Jones’s phone. 

Words: 1,600

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, swearing, sexual dialogue but mostly embarrassing fluff. 

A/N: I’ve edited this myself so I apologize for errors. 


Betty Cooper’s head was pounding. She had made the mistake of going out with her roommates Cheryl Blossom and Veronica Lodge to celebrate the end of finals. Now she was sitting at their kitchen island cradling a cup of coffee, trying to figure out if IHOP delivered.

“Good Morning!” Cheryl sang as she skipped into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. Her luscious red was piled up on top of her head and her skin was glowing. She looked like an angel not someone who had partied hard the night before. “How are you?” She asked Betty.

“I’m so hungover” Betty groaned resting her head on her arms. “I’ve never been this hungover.”

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t have done all those shots of Liquid Cocaine.” Cheryl chuckled and began taking out a few frying pans. “You want some bacon and eggs?” She asked.

“I do!” Veronica answered, her silk black robe trailing behind her matching her beautiful black hair. She walked up to Cheryl and gave her a soft kiss. Cheryl and Veronica had been dating since before they had left Riverdale and their relationship was goals.

“How are you guys not hungover?” Betty asked.

“We didn’t do three shots of tequila and then perform a Coyote Ugly style dance on the bar. You drank so much you should be dead.” Veronica informed.

“I wish I was dead.” Betty said sliding off her stool and laid on the floor. “The tile is so cold. I love the tile.”

“You’ve seen better days, Cooper.” Jughead Jones exited his bedroom from the other side of the loft and sat in the stool Betty just occupied. Jughead was Betty’s fourth and final roommate and she had developed a deep crush on him since the four of  them had moved from Massachusetts to California for school.  

Jughead had blossomed in the sunshine state. He had taken up surfing and gotten a tan, transforming himself into a ripped golden god. Whatever girls didn’t like about his moodiness in Riverdale, they loved here. Betty hated that she didn’t make a move sooner and now that he was bedding Californian goddesses, she knew she didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh god.” She muttered rolling onto her back. She was so dehydrated she could hear herself blinking. She focused on Jughead messy mop of black hair when he appeared above her.

“Up we go.” He said lifting her into the sitting position. “Take these,” he dropped two extra strength Advil in her palm. “And drink the entire glass.” He instructed.

She did as she was told and steadied herself against him when she stood up. “I need to go back to sleep.”

“Yes, you do.” Jughead agreed walking her back to her room. “Do you need to use the washroom?” He asked.

“I’m not a child, Jug.” Betty snapped.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you not just rolling around on the floor moaning?” He cocked an eyebrow and helped her into bed. She got underneath the covers and he tucked her in. “Get more rest, you’re gonna need it.” He winked and left her room, closing her door.

Her brow furrowed at her choice of words but she was too tired to give it much more thought than that.

She woke up at 3 in the afternoon feeling much better. Still hungover but manageable. She stumbled out into the living room and found Jughead reading a book. “There she is!” He exclaimed. “I got more Advil out and grabbed some water. There is some left over Thai from lunch in he fridge if you are hungry.”

Betty grabbed the Advil, headed over to the kitchen and began heating up her food. Once the Thai was nice and hot she made way back over to the couch.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked not looking up from his book.

“Mmmm” She answered with a mouth full of food.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” He questioned.

She shook her head. “Not really.”

“So you don’t remember dancing on the bar?” He inquired.

She shook her head.

“You don’t remember leading the whole bar in a rendition of ‘Come On Eileen’?”

“How do you know this? You weren’t even there”

“Cheryl was sending me videos.” He paused. “Do you remember making a phone call?”

“It’s 2018, Juggie, no one makes phone calls anymore.” She rolled her eyes and took a gulp of her water.

“You sure about that?” He asked again.

“I haven’t spoken on a phone in like two years.”

Jughead took out his cell, began scrolling and finally pushed a button. He held it up so they could both hear it.

“Jughead, mother fucking, Jones.” Betty’s gravelly drunken voice rasped out of the phone.

Her eyes widened and she started choking on her food.

“You fucking idiot with your stupid hat and your stupid attitude and your stupid face like you don’t know how amazing you are. Well, I guess you kinda do now with that revolving bevy of girls in our apartment all the time. And what is wrong with me huh? I’m hot, I’ve had six guys hit on me tonight. Six!”

She heard herself yell through the phone and she buried her head in her arms. “No, no, no.” She repeated over and over again.

“I’m smart too and my personality is okay, so what’s your problem Jughead, huh? I’ve been told that my vagina is like, the actual best. Like, what do I need to do? I guess there is a possibility that you aren’t interested in me but I’m the tits so why wouldn’t you be.” She paused. “Another thing, you actual piece of shit-” She was cut off and he lowered the phone.

“Please tell me I didn’t call you back.” She asked, looking at him through her fingers.

He was smirking and she wanted to smack him. “That was the first of fifteen messages. My favorite was how you told me that you obsess over how big my penis is but it’s probably just normal size and that you should stop worrying about it because this isn’t a romance novel.” He chuckled.

She made a whiny, crying sound, her face burning hot.

He didn’t say anything like she expected. She expected him to tease her, she expected him to tell her that they were friends but their relationship wouldn’t be anything more than that but he didn’t. She felt his weight on the couch beside her. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“Would it made a difference if I did?”

“Uh, yeah, kind of a big difference, do you know how you appear to others? Do you know how intimidating you are?” His voice was soft and sincere.

“What are you talking about?” She snapped, rubbing her temples.

“You’re beautiful, smart and funny. You make everything seem so effortless, you should date an architect or something.”

“Why is everyone so obsessed with architects?” She moaned, falling back into the cushions of the sofa.

Jughead sighed. “Betty, did you ever think about just asking me out?”

She threw him some serious side eye. “Oh yeah Jug, I’ll just walk up to you and be like, ‘Hey, I know we’ve known each other forever and I’ve ignored you for most of it but now that you’re all hot and dating models and shit, you wanna go out on a date?’” She scoffed.

“Okay.” He replied.

“What?” She sat up quickly, wincing when he head throbbed.

“I’ll go out with you.”

“Why? You date hipster girls who wear glasses they don’t need and are way too big for their face. You date girls who always look good in a romper, always have perfect Coachella hair and eat avocado toast everyday. I go days without showering, I’ve slept in the library more than once, I’ve dropped a McDonalds hamburger on the ground and still ate it because I had spent my last dollar on it and it was all I could eat for 17 hours until I got paid. Last night I threw up in my hamper-”

Jughead cut her off with a kiss. Betty was taken aback by the sudden gesture and it took her body a moment to relax and really accept what was happening. Betty had fantasized about this moment every night for months. What he would smell like, what he was taste like, how he would feel. He tasted like the cinnamon tic tacs he was always eating, spicy and sweet. He smelled like clean laundry, the sea and coconuts from using the girls shampoo all the time. Betty ran her hands through his hair bringing him closer to her. His body was hard and muscular and he pushed it against her, his skin warm and tan and so different from what she expected.

He parted from her, a smile on his face. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“Liar.” Betty whispered, her eyes still closed.

“Betty, I’ve had a thing for your since the ninth grade.” He admitted, kissing her again.

“Do you want to take this into the bedroom?” She cooed running her hands over his chest.

“No, Bets.”

Her head jerked back. “What? Why? You take all these girls to bed and not me?”

“Betty, you aren’t all girls, you’re the girl.” He smiled and kissed her again.

She smiled back. “Can you please, for the love of god, delete all the messages I left you.”

“Um, absolutely not, this shit belongs in the MOMA.” He took out his phone. “Prepare yourself for message number two.”

Kiss Cam (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU): In which you volunteer to go to a basketball game with the guys and end up in an uncomfortable situation.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,351

A/N: Anon requested: Kiss cam at a college game for lessons in love deleted scenes. This takes place between “The Little Things (Part Two)” and “The Get Together”

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Originally posted by hopeinloveinfinity

“Thanks for coming tonight,” Steve says as the two of you walk together to the concession stand. “I owe you.”

“No you don’t.”

He takes your hand, blue eyes steadily staring back at you. “Y/N, you voluntarily chose to come to this game with me so I wouldn’t be stuck with Bucky and Sam. I owe you, big time.”

He makes a good point when he phrases it like that. No one likes to go out alone with Sam and Bucky. They value their sanity far too much for that. “Buy me some snacks and you can consider your debt repaid.”

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Secret Identity

Stripper!Au Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Just a good old Stripper fic.

Word Count: 3,671

Warnings: Crack fic, Language, Drinking, Suggestive Stuff… (come on)

A/N: I don’t know what happened. It’s incredibly long… but I had fun ;) Since I don’t have anything better, this is my gift for 2.5k Thank you all so much ♥

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“Are you serious?”

“No, I’m Wanda,” your friend replied with a proud smirk.

You rubbed the spot between your eyes where you could feel a headache coming. Wanda was in charge of Natasha’s bachelorette party. You were supposed to spend the evening in a fancy restaurant, but clearly Wanda had other plans.

“I love it!” Natasha took your hand and made you follow her.

You paid the entry fee and walked into the strip club. It was noisy and surprisingly bright. You cringed as the smell of alcohol hit your nose. Wanda gave you her best innocent smile and looped her arm through yours.

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Batmom x Damian Wayne Drabble

A/N: I’m pleased with this one.

Warnings: None but it’s a bit longer than the others I think.

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He’d never had someone quite like you in his life, the only mother figure he had was Talia, your opposite apparently. You’d often ask about his day, night activities, offer to stitch him up, make him snacks, take him places whenever he wasn’t quite himself - he secretly loved all the things you did but couldn’t understand why you did them. Did he owe you something? Did you need him for some evil master plan?

It was a Saturday morning and Damian was graciously finishing the breakfast prepared for him by Alfred when you walked in, dressed in a way that suggested you were going somewhere.
“Morning Dami, how’d you sleep?” You chirped reaching for a snack on the top shelf.
“Well. Though patrol was particularly strenuous.” He monotonously replied looking to you, green eyes filled with curiosity.

“I hope you kicked butt out there, do you need any injuries taking care of?” You asked with a smile.
“No.” Rather blunt, with a hint of obnoxiousness.
“Alright, call me if you need anything.” You grinned walking over to the boy and playfully ran your fingers through his hair before leaving the kitchen.

Damian froze, this was odd behaviour - you’d never done that to him before and he felt slightly agitated that you were now treating him like a child. Dick walked in just as you were about to exit noticing the cold frown his ‘youngest brother’ wore.

“Hey Dickiebird.” You greeted and again tousled his hair too, to which left Damian thoroughly confused - so you weren’t treating him like a child?
Dicks eyes lit up significantly and he sent a pout your way as you left, immediately fixing his hair afterwards. Damian’s hair was also in more disarray than usual and realisation hit the older hero.

“It’s her way of showing she loves us, (y/n) does it to all of us from time to time.” Grayson grinned before grabbing some orange juice and presumably going to the Batcave.
There was no way you did this to all of them right? Damian decided to check this out for himself through the art of skilful observation, or maybe he was just determined to prove Grayson wrong.

First it was Tim, a couple of days after the 'incident’ and Tim had come to the Batcave under the alias of Red Robin, pulling down his mask and looking completely exhausted. You sat at one of the desks pushing a cup of coffee toward the returning vigilante while Damian leant on the railing above watching the scene unfold below him. Tim walked past the coffee and over to you who was now standing, he took you into a weak hug and rested his forehead on your shoulder allowing you to run your fingers through his tousled locks.

“Aw, you must tired Timmy.” Again you gave a meaningful smile and handed Tim his coffee which he graciously accepted.
Damian continued to observe,  believing that Tim was just soft and you had only gotten to ¾ of them meaning Dick still wasn’t right.

Damian was confident you wouldn’t do it to all of the Robins, apparently just most of them - Jason being the one exception, since he was always grumpy or sarcastic, he didn’t think you would dare touch him in fear of getting yelled at. However, he was proven wrong much to his distaste when Jason had arrived at the manor for goodness knows what and was leaning on the wall waiting for Bruce (he assumed anyway).

Thats when you walked past, noticing the absence of Jason’s helmet you briskly went toward him and rustled your fingers through his hair on your way past.
“Nice of you to visit Jaybird, you better tell me how you’re getting on once you’re done here.” You grinned heading down the hallway while Damian awaited the harsh reply from the Red Hood. Which never came…?

Instead Jason ran a hand through his newly messed up hair and smiled, it was a genuine smile too, one which was rarely even seen on him. Did he like it?
“Was that a smile Todd?” Damian arrogantly interrogated making his presence known.
“Shut up Demon spawn!” Jason remarked, a hint of happiness detected in his rude tone.

Upon returning from vigilante duty with his father, Damian was still considering his findings - why did you do it? Grayson was not right, it couldn’t be a sign of affection since he’d only been living here for a few months maybe he just refused to accept that you actually did trust him so quickly or it was denial.

He stood in the Batcave pondering all the possibilities, meanwhile you happily greeted Bruce with long kiss and a hug then made you way over to Robin with Bruce carefully watching your actions.
You ran your hand through his dark hair, ruffling it slightly which recaptured his attention.
“Welcome home Dami.” You greeted cheerfully but in a calm manner then began to make your way back up to the mansion.

You completely missed the look of shock that crossed Bruce’s face in a split second as you interacted with Robin. Robin on the other had finally accepted it, he enjoyed your little act of affection and it made him feel welcome, safe and happy even - this brought the smallest of smiles to boys features.

“Thanks… (Y/N).” Damian finished, turning to you as you left - you smiled and nodded in response while Bruce was just speechless due to Damian’s sudden change in attitude.
Weird.

random-b-l-o-g  asked:

Hi! First off, I want to say that I like your take on the situations and your writing. Could I perhaps request something? It has to do with the end of Jumin's 10th day. When V comes and picks us up he says that we'll be safe at the apartment. Could you perhaps write how the RFA + V would feel if MC was kidnapped by Unknown after she got to the apartment? It's very angsty, but oh well. If you can't write it then that's fine. Thanks!

This is an interesting request! I don’t think I’ve really written much angst since I got to this blog… (well. Granted, it’s only been 2 weeks.) I’d like to write more angst—send in asks, guys, haha! Let me practise and get better for you all <3

By the way, I love how you refer to MC as “us”!! Anyway, I hope this meets your expectations ^~^”

–R.I.

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“Thanks for bringing me back, V!” you bid him goodbye, and walked off into the apartment. Your keys jingled as you unlocked the door, and you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you. You hadn’t lived in this apartment very long, and you’d only been gone for a few days, but you already felt attached to this place.

The lights flickered on, and you smiled at the familiar sight of the living room. It was just as you had left i- huh?

The light switched off, and you freaked out a bit as it became pitch black.

Using your phone’s flashlight, you searched for the light switch, hoping it would work properly. Could the light bulb have gone out in the few days you’d been away?

To your relief, the lights turned back on, and you sighed. You would have had to change the light in the dark, otherwise.

But when you turned around, your relief was cut short.

A masked person with bleached hair stood in front of you, dressed in black, leather clothing. He had a tattoo on his arm, and teal eyes that stared right back at you.

“Wel – come home!” he greeted you mockingly in a creepy tone. “Too bad you’ll be leaving again. You must be tired, hm?”

No. No. V had said you would be safe.

“I need you to swear to me. Considering all the secrets you know, is MC safe?” Jumin demanded, a concerned undertone in his voice. It was clear that he was already close to giving in to V’s request, but he was still reluctant in letting you go.

“Swear…” V replied tiredly.

“I tend to believe numbers more than words, but if you are sincere, I’ll believe you.”

“Alright. I swear that MC will be absolutely safe on my life. Is that enough?” V had said.

V had promised you’d be safe. HE SWORE YOU’D BE SAFE. So why? Who was this man in your apartment? Why was he waiting for you? What did he want?

A blurry of thoughts passed through your mind. But none of these questions would be answered. You were knocked out, and soon met darkness. Betrayal was the last emotion you felt before everything faded to black.


Yoosung

  • V had lied. Again.
  • It was the second time he’d lost someone, and both times it was because V was careless.
  • You had gone missing, and even when Yoosung begged and begged Seven, you could not be found. Seven really did try to find you, but all traces of your disappearance had been skillfully erased
  • Yoosung snapped.
  • He screamed at V, pushing and shoving him to the wall.
  • “WHY MUST I LOSE EVERYONE WHO BECOMES IMPORTANT TO ME BECAUSE OF YOU? First Rika… Now MC… SHE TRUSTED US. IT WAS YOU WHO LET HER JOIN THE RFA. IT WAS YOU WHO SAID IT WAS SAFE. YOU SAID IT WAS SAFE FOR HER TO GO HOME! YOU SWORE WITH YOUR LIFE, V, YOU SWORE!”
  • Yoosung was a mess at this point, sobbing into his knees. He had his hands on his head, looking as betrayed as he felt.
  • His voice quieted down to a whimper, “You swore with your life, V. So why are you still here?” He laughed humourlessly, eyes glazed over coldly.
  • “You lied, V,” he choked on his tears, “You lied, again.”

Zen

  • He tried to stay optimistic, he really did.
  • “Seven, you can hack into anything, right? You’ve infiltrated countries, this should be a piece of cake, right?”
  • But he couldn’t hide the fact that he was only desperately holding on.
  • He’s an actor, so he should have been able to act like he was okay. He should’ve been able to act like this didn’t affect him. But it did.
  • You had always been so supportive of his acting career, despite hardly knowing him. He’d genuinely felt a connection with you. And he respected you for being able to tolerate Jumin Han, the man he despised. And now you had been kidnapped.
  • Your disappearance hit him so hard, he got drunk every night, and he was so hungover in the mornings, he couldn’t even go to rehearsals.
  • He went for long, LONG rides on his motorcycle. He couldn’t sleep.
  • He hadn’t even known you for that long, but it just hit him so hard.
  • Why did good people like you have to suffer bad experiences?
  • He just couldn’t understand.

Jaehee

  • God.
  • You know, she had been working under Jumin for so long, she had become unable to express herself and her own desires. Her first priority had always been her work, and she was generally emotionless and went along with her orders.
  • Until you had come along.
  • You had really talked to her. Not formal business talk, or careless small talk, but you had REALLY talked to her. You had listened to her.
  • Jaehee had always had to listen to Jumin, listen to her boss, listen to orders, listen to her colleagues making fun of her for being so busy, listen to Seven’s bullshit… It had always been her who listened to others. But not you.
  • YOU asked for her opinions, and you would agree with her at times. You really took an interest in her interests and hobbies, like her coffee and watching Zen’s plays. You… you had been her friend.
  • And she’d already lost you.
  • She still had to go to work, and she was just as efficient, but if someone really paid attention, one would find a tired Jaehee burying her face into her hands in stress every now and then. Aha. Not that anyone would pay attention now. You had been the only person who seemed to care, and you were already gone.

(I wasn’t sure how to write this, since I didn’t know if he should be aware of Mint Eye or not… I decided against it. It can be requested though..)

  • He blamed himself more than anyone else could.
  • You had trusted him and his words, and he had completely betrayed your trust.
  • He had never wanted you to be in danger. God, no. You were innocent in the entire situation. You had been dragged into this all because of him. All because he had agreed to let you join the RFA.
  • You could’ve been safe at Jumin’s apartment. So what if Jumin was a little possessive? Your safety would’ve been guaranteed. There were bodyguards to protect you there, and there would definitely be more evidence to work with.
  • V had been the last person to see you, as he had been the one to drop you off at the apartment. He should’ve walked inside with you. He should’ve checked the apartment before he left.
  • Instead, he’d pushed all responsibility to Seven, foolishly believing that Seven would be able to watch after her from the security cameras.
  • V hated himself for letting you down. For letting everyone down.

Jumin

  • He had trusted V.
  • V had never, ever lied to him, and he was fully aware that V was a kind man, and had no bad intentions.
  • So when V had sworn that you would be safe at the apartment, Jumin let you go.
  • … He should’ve trusted his own instincts.
  • But he didn’t blame V.
  • All these years, V had remained by his side, through thick and thin. V had always been more considerate of others than himself, and Jumin felt that he was a good friend. His best friend, even.
  • On one hand, he knew that it wasn’t V’s fault. How could it have been predicted that you would be kidnapped? On the other hand, shouldn’t V have checked more carefully that it was safe for you to return to the apartment?
  • Jumin buried himself in work, silently taking on difficult tasks in a large quantity. He didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to doubt V. He didn’t want to worry about you. He just didn’t want to feel, and he didn’t want to think.
  • But every day he got home, he was reminded of you.
  • The clothes he had bought for you that you left behind… the laundry that you forgot to wash… the dishes you had used… the way you had played with Elizabeth the 3rd… the way you had laid down comfortably on the couch…
  • He kept your bedroom the way you had left it, locking it shut. When he’d seen a maid trying to open the door one morning, he ended up snapping at her, “DON’T TOUCH IT. Don’t even taint the doorknob with your filthy hands, goddammit! Get away from the door. GET OUT!”
  • Some nights, he gave into his emotions, drunkenly calling RFA members and begging them to return you to him. To stop hiding you. To stop pretending you were missing.
  • He wished it was pretend.
  • Even Zen felt tears brim in his eyes when he heard the broken tone and tears in Jumin’s voice.
  • He missed you.
  • They all missed you.

Seven

  • He couldn’t even be bothered to continue his cheery, annoying act after you disappeared.
  • He turned away all of Vanderwood’s missions, ignoring it completely.
  • Instead, Seven spent hours upon hours, days upon days locked up in his room, searching every tenth of a millisecond of the security camera’s feed. He kept trying to find clues of your kidnapping. He hacked into the city’s cameras to find the car you were in, but to no avail, there was nothing.
  • Seven lost his appetite for even Honey Buddha Chips, throwing it up when he tried to force them in his mouth. He was living on purely Dr. Pepper now, and god knows when he’ll get tired of that, too.
  • Seven was simply devastated.
  • He felt responsible for your disappearance. He should’ve been more careful.
  • He could’ve attached a GPS to your body, not just your phone. He could’ve installed more security cameras, even if it invaded your privacy. Security > privacy. He could’ve gone to your apartment to protect you, instead of cowardly hiding behind the screens.
  • Could’ve.
  • But didn’t.
  • It was too late.
  • He could never protect anyone. Not his mother, not his twin brother, not you.
  • He was useless. Absolutely useless.
Little Bird (1)

Originally posted by marvelheroes

Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: After a not-so-great childhood you find yourself living with the wonderful Clint Barton who you consider your brother. When things go wrong on a mission you are forced to do the one thing he’s always asked you not to do: talk to the Avengers.

Warnings: angst

A/N: So this is my new Sam series I told you guys I was going to write. This chapter is lots of feels. Hope you guys like it!


“You’re gonna have to be better than that kid.” A deep laugh echoed from the doorway of the apartment you had broken into.

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No Happy Endings | Wonho [M]

Originally posted by wonhontology


Warnings: Strong language and implications of sex.

word count: 3,718

“Hey, what ya’ reading today?” The librarian asks with a smile.

Part 1: The Thing About Keeping Schedules

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babygurltaetay  asked:

Hi can I request an jay park ambw smut where you guys are at the club and you've been needy and misbehaving and he punishes you

No Touching:

“Are you going to apologize for what you did?” Jay asked as his stripped off his clothes slowly, his toned body becoming revealed to you.

Letting out a shaky breath, your eyes that were tapped open starting to water as you looked at him hating the fact that you couldn’t breathe but you decided to play his game. Your arms tied behind your back, lets spread wide with a vibrator pushing down against the top of your panties but only frustrating you and not giving you pleasure. “I did nothing wrong.” You bit your bottom lip as he took off his boxers and drug a chair in front of you sitting down on it.

“Oh really? Nothing that you did in the club that you are sorry for?” Jay asked you as he gripped at vanilla scented lube, popping open the top as he started to pour it on his hardened shaft.

You knew that you were in for shit the moment you had let Reddy grip at your hips and pull you closer to him. You had asked Jay to take you home more than once, the alcohol mixed with how fine he looked made you want to just jump on him. But he had shooed you away mostly because he was trying to plan something for your upcoming anniversary but to you, it seemed like something else was going on. In your moment of rage and wanting attention you decided to misbehave. It’s not the first time you’ve done this going around the club or any setting talking to different men so that they would pay you attention. But it was the first time that you had let a man push against you, his hips against your ass or your hips. How his chest pressed against your plump breast. Jay saw it all and he was beyond tired of your attitude and princess complexity. He had let you get away with it that night and if matters weren’t worse he received pictures from Simon of how you were all over a few backup dancers while you all practiced the next day. Anger filled his system and it was clear that you didn’t know your place. He waited until you were home, and he jumped on you almost literally grabbing at you and dragging you to your shared room. He proceeded to handcuff your hands behind your back using tape to tape your eyes open. He had grabbed at one of his favorite vibratos placing it in your shorts against your panties but not aiding you with more pleasure than that. He was already hard thinking about countless of times he fucked you and how he fucked you.

“I didn’t..” You lied once again truing to roll your hips and close your legs against the toy to give yourself more pleasure.

“I’m tired of you lying you keep doing this to get yourself out of trouble and it’s not working. I saw you all over Reddy last night and I have the pictures I heard about what you did today. You are so needy at times it amazes me that I’m enough to keep you here. I thought about all the ways I could punish you but I know you would just want to be touched by me. You kept complaining about it last night even when we got here, throwing your shit everywhere and sleeping with your ass right against my dick.” He chuckled gripping his shaft stroking his heated flesh with his slicked hand now biting on his bottom lip as he watched you. “So now you get to watch me touch myself and get myself off while you do nothing about it.” As he spoke you shut your legs tighter biting on your bottom lip nervously.

You watched his skilled hand move up and down his long thick girth, his veins pressing out against his skin, his body starting to heat up as he kept the slow leisurely pace. His thumb caressed the tip of his member, using his free hand to pour more oil on his shaft making it sound slick and wet, lewd and very loud. He knew you loved the sloppy wet sounds when you both fucked each other, his eyes holding yours as he spread his legs out wider.

“I bet you want to taste it, don’t you? I know how much you love choking on daddy’s dick.  I know how much you like burying it down your neck, how it stretches out your mouth. How you like pressing your tongue against my sensitive spots.” As Jay rasped out at you, your legs shut tightly the wetness increasing causing you to soak out your panties and whimper slightly. At first you thought you could handle this but you saw that this wouldn’t be easy.

“Oooh that’s right shut those legs baby girl. I like seeing you play it off like you’re not affected by what daddy is doing to you. If only you could’ve behaved then I could be touching you or fucking you like this.” Jay licked across his plump lower lip. He sped up his hand movement flexing his muscles a bit as he eyed your body groaning. “Do you want to see how I want to fuck that tight little pussy?” He asked smirking. “My hand is your small hole. And my dick is going to destroy it as soon as I forgive you for what you’ve done.” Jay groaned as he thrusted his hips up against his closed fist snapping away at his hand pretending it was your wet pussy though it was nowhere close. Small groans left his lips as he continued to fuck stroke himself, his lower stomach clenching as precum started to drip from his member, he was loving how much torment you were going through, your large brown eyes staring down at his member, he could see it in your eyes in how your body moved and twitched your hips bucked unconsciously because you wanted to ride him.

“I’ll ask again. What did you do?” Jay asked in a low tone slowly down his hand movements. You shook your head defiance in your system and frustration. He nodded smirking, his dick twitching as he got closer to his orgasm. “Alright then.” Jay stood up, walking towards you letting his dick bounce with each step. He got into your face, gripping at your hair he moved your head down until you were sticking your tongue out thinking he was giving in. “See, that’s what spoiled girls get. Surprises and no rewards.” He smirked keeping your head in place a few inches from his dick. Stroking himself off he kept going until he was shooting out thick ropes of cum, landing it on your chin and between your parted legs. His dick was so close you could see the organ twitching, you could feel the heat from his body. You were so horny, you had wanted Jay so bad and he denied you, tricked you into thinking you had got away with it. Once he had released himself he let your head go moving to grab a towel from the bathroom he cleaned up everything and he grabbed the keys to the handcuffs placing them in your hands looking in your eyes.

“You think you know what’s best then you can uncuff yourself. And I hope you have fun with your toy because it will be a while before you’re hopping on my dick. I was trying to plan our anniversary trip, but now I see you’re not even deserving of that. I’d watch what I did next time, or I will pack a bag and spend my time in some other woman’s arms since that’s what we do right?” He shook his head kissing your nose as he walked off from the room making you feel bad for lying and misbehaving so much so that you planned on a way to get him back for the better, not even pleasuring yourself that night.

I’ll See You Again

***PLEASE NOTE: This is a series. You can find all parts linked below.***

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Summary: It’s been 6 years since you left Daveed to better yourself. Things have been pretty good but it was only a matter of time until your past caught up with you.

Words: 2.2k+

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

A/N: Ale said I should pull a Beyoncé and not warn anybody about this dropping so..here ya go! Enjoy the Part 2 that nobody asked for!

Tags: @diggs4life @tempfixeliza @daveeddiggsit @daveedish @imagineham @americanrevelation @patron-saintof-sluts (I tagged you guys last time so, hello again)


For a month Daveed tried to keep contact with you strictly as a friend. You entertained the idea for a while but you knew ultimately this was just going to bite you in the ass. You stopped replying to him and after Daveed’s fifth attempt at reaching you with no reply, he got the message. It’s been around 6 years since the day you left. It was difficult at first but eventually you found your path. You went to culinary school and excelled so much you were offered a job before you even graduated. Of course you took it, working at a four-star restaurant was more than enough to keep the lights on and food on your plate. After a year and a half of working for different world renowned chefs, you made the risky decision to open your own restaurant in New York City. Thankfully, it was the best decision you ever made. Your restaurant took off and you were able to keep up a steady hype. Eventually you expanded into catering and you were being pulled left and right from state to state. Today you were booked to cater a dinner for a bunch of entertainment elites. You decided to go personally to this event to oversee everything because you were curious what actually happens at these fancy dinners.

“The shrimp cocktails go over there.” You pointed toward the back of the room, stepping out of the way of your workers who were transporting food around the huge hall.

“Mic check! Mic check! What’s up, What’s up!”

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The Wooden Bead - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “Hello can I request a very tomboy and boyish reader x Jeff?”

(I’m English so i don’t know if this will be any kind of inaccurate, I’ve struggled with using ‘soccer’ here instead of ‘football’, sorry if there are any mishaps. Also I hope this is kind of what you envisioned!)


“PARSONS, OVER HERE! PARSONS I’M OPEN GODDAMMIT!” You screamed at your teammate, who was refusing to pass you the ball.
“DON’T FUCKING PASS IT TO KING! Oh, you fucking did it. Idiot.” You spoke more to yourself.

—–

“What the hell, Parsons? You saw I was free but you blatantly ignored me?” You confronted the stocky girl in front of you. Although much smaller than her, you packed a mean punch and would be happy to show anyone what happens when they cross you. You weren’t really into stereotypically ‘girly’ things, you were more boyish in your mannerisms, look, and activities, but stereotypes in general pissed you off, despite the fact you probably fit quite well into the tomboy category.

“Sorry, I just didn’t feel like passing to you, L/N.” she brushed you off. You scoffed. She was unbelievable.

“You knew I was your best bet. I can’t believe you lost that for us.” You shook your head.

“It’s not my fault you can’t play soccer, L/N. there’s no hiding Coach’s charity case this year.” Romelda Parsons spat. There was no such thing as Coach letting on a charity case each year, she was just trying to intimidate you. The snooty brunette girl had been jealous ever since you’d joined the team, purely because you were so much better than her - maybe the best on the team, and coach paid far more attention to you than to her.

You were ready to show her.
“You little-” an arm eased you back, and another was put up to Parsons face.

“Easy, easy.” A smooth, calm voice interrupted your angry thoughts and soothed your boiling blood.

“Fuck off, Atkins.” Parsons gritted her teeth at the well-built honey-skinned boy holding you back.

“PARSONS! Over here now please!” Coach beckoned Romelda, and she almost snarled her teeth before walking off to talk to him.

The boy in front of you turned to face you. His blue eyes smiled at you while his lips did the same. He was wearing baseball gear, which fitted his muscles snugly. There was no denying the fact that he was insanely attractive.

You’d seen this boy around lots.

Jeff Atkins.

Loved by everyone, baseball player, popular, and you thought; way out of your league.

“You okay?” He asked with concern laced in his eyes.

“I can fight my own battles, thanks.” You muttered slightly, but stared him down nonetheless, you couldn’t let him know he phased you.

“That’s what I was worried about,” he chuckled. “1. You absolutely wreck Romelda, 2. Coach sees, 3. You get in trouble, 4. Maybe get a suspension, 5. I don’t see you playing soccer.” He smirked before continuing, “I can tell you pack a mean punch in there, Romelda wouldn’t stand a chance.”

You pretend to ignore everything he was saying, but really you were drinking in every detail.

“I know she wouldn’t.” You said defiantly.

You paused while you watched the way he grinned at your words and scratched his chin.

“I didn’t think Baseball practice was now?” You mused.

“It’s not.”

So, what was he doing nosing in your business anyhow?

“Why are you here?” You crossed your arms, your team had dissipated back to the changing rooms by now, and it was just you and Jeff on the field.

“I like to watch the girls soccer.”

“You perv!”

“Not like that! It’s just, you’re an awesome player and I hold great admiration for you, watching you play fuels me to play my own game.” He explained.

“Don’t be silly.” You scoffed.

“No, it sounds silly, but it isn’t. There’s something so clear about your passion that just makes me want to live my life.” He smirked, noticing your expression. “Don’t laugh at me, L/N.”

He knew your name??? He was just a boy from school, a boy way out of your league, who you’d never imagined knew of your existence. But instead, he was a boy who watched every soccer practice, complimented your play, and knew your name. You had to play it cool.

“I’ll keep a straight face, Atkins.”

“I should be off, we’ll be practicing soon and I wanna get a few hits in myself before the team comes, but thanks for entertaining me.” He started off, and you felt a pang of disappointment as he turned his back to you.

“Oh, and Y/N? That goal was incredible. Best thing I’ve seen in days.”

—-

It had been a few days since Jeff Atkins had saved your arch nemesis’ life, and incidentally pervaded into your life. He smiled at you in the corridors now, and you could’ve sworn he even winked once. On Tuesday, after a few judgemental comments about your clothing, you found a note in your locker;

You always look awesome Y/N. In fact, i might have to steal some clothes sometime. -J

Which you could only assume was from the man himself. On Thursday, Atkins slipped you the last chocolate muffin in the cafeteria. And on Friday, you had practice again.

Your play was slacking, your usual fire was off and you were distracted.

“L/N- pay attention! Ball coming your way!” Jess warned. You kicked your foot out just in time, but the hit was poor. You continually looked up at the bleachers, hoping to see Jeff watching you, but to no luck. His no show disappointed you.

—-

“What is wrong with you today, Y/N?” Jess caught you up after practice. She was clearly concerned.

“I don’t know, Jess, I guess today isn’t my day.” You sighed.

“You drop your lucky charm or something?”

“Something like that.”

The team left for the changing rooms and you slumped on the bottom row of the bleachers.

“So a lucky charm, huh?” You immediately knew the voice coming from above you. You turned and saw Jeff coming down the steps.

“I don’t have one.” You were blunt, you needed to remind yourself not to get feelings for a boy so out of your league.

“Maybe you should get one, you looked in need of one.” He slumped down next to you.

“Thanks, I appreciate the compliment.” The sarcasm dripped from your tongue.

“Not because you played badly by any means, but because you looked a little lost out there today.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, my brain doesn’t appear to be working recently.”

Jeff dropped a wooden bead in your hand. It was nothing special, simple, wooden, spherical, with a hole in the middle. A plain wooden bead.

“Uh, thanks?” There was question in your voice.
He chuckled.

“It’s your new lucky charm. Don’t lose it, I promise it’ll help you win the match next week.” Sincerity coated his words and his eyes bore into yours, with a jokey overtone.

“I will keep it close. But I might wash it first, if you found it on the floor.” Of course, you didn’t really care where it had been, and you wouldn’t really wash it, but you were curious as to where it had appeared from.

“Don’t worry, it wasn’t on the floor.” He chuckled again, and started to stand. “I’ll see you around, L/N. Keep an eye out for me at the match.” He winked before walking off.

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You squeezed the bead tightly before placing it back in your gym bag. The game was starting, and you were not ready.

Obviously, all your nerves went out the window after your third goal of the match, at only 20 minutes in.

You won, which was no surprise to everyone, except you. You spotted Jeff making his way down the stairs and ran up to meet him.

“You were right! I can’t believe it worked!” You shone like the sun from happiness.

“I hate to say I told you so.” His eyes sparkled at you.

“It’s insane, you’re magic!” You mocked, feigning shock.

“What can I say?”

You smiled at each other for a moment, basking in your happiness.

“Actually, can I admit something embarrassing?” His tone turned awkward.

“You’re not magic?” You joked. He laughed.

“No, um, actually I was really nervous to talk to you. Seeing Romelda and you at each other’s throats the other weeks sent me into immediate rescue mode, (not that you need rescuing), and I didn’t realise until the adrenaline had worn off that I’d actually ended up speaking to you, but by that point I was too far in my rescue.”

You laughed at the idea of Jeff Atkins being scared to talk to you.

“You’re just so cool. You don’t care what anyone thinks, you’re passionate, you’re an amazing player, I love your style, not to mention how smart and gorgeous you are.”
“What I admire most is honestly, how badass you are.”

You blushed, taking compliments was a struggle.

“Jeff stop messing, it’s not funny.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“I’d never- this is the most embarrassing part-” he took a deep breath, “I sorta like you.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Jeff Atkins? Likes you?

“You do?” Was all you could think to respond with.

“Yes.” He breathed, and moved closer to you.

“Is this-” he asked as he leaned in toward your face and cupped his hand on your cheek. You nodded forcibly in consent, before he pushed his lips onto yours.

After a while, and with regret, you broke off.

“But- you’re so out of my league.” You breathed, doubting yourself.

“I play baseball, Y/N, leagues are my thing.”

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“Jeff! Please tell me you sent out the invites on your way home!” You screamed downstairs at your boyfriend.

“Of course I did!” He shouted back up.

You threw various wedding catalogues off the bed to reach the top you’d been looking for, before throwing it on.

“You ready babe?” Jeff yelled at you.

“Just coming!” You yelled back, before pulling out from under your top, a string, with a plain wooden bead on it.

Redeem Me [Draco x Reader (x Harry), Three]

A/N: Whoa I wrote this all at like 12 AM and i don’t know if its okay. also, I’m gonna go ahead and title it Draco x Reader x Harry because thats basically what it is right now. Don’t worry, it’s still a Draco fic. Also, I don’t usually post another fic this early after just posting another one. just a heads up :)

Word Count: 1,390

Warnings: A N G ER !!! cursing. song fic

Summary: Part three to Break Me.

Part One/Part Two/Part Four/Part Five

Tags: @weasleyswizardwheezs @fandomlover03 @tiny-strawberry- @missidontknowwhatimdoing (Tell me if you would like to be tagged! Please specify if you would like to be tagged for the series or for a single chapter, thank you!)


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BASED OFF THE SONG ‘Happier’ BY ED SHEERAN.

Originally posted by nellaey


It had been exactly one month. One month that (Name) had broke it off with Draco, one month since he had broken something seemingly unbreakable, and a little under one month since Harry’s feelings for (Name) flourished. 

(Name) had got considerably better. She smiled now, she laughed, and she didn’t cry as much. 

Draco broke off all connections with Pansy. Every time he looked at her he was just reminded of his sins, his guilt. 


Walking down twenty-ninth and park. 
I saw you in another’s arms. 
Only a month we’ve been apart. 
You look happier. 

Saw you walk inside a bar. 
He said something to make you laugh. 
I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours. 
You look happier, you do. 


She laughed at something Harry said, making the Golden Boy himself laugh as well. He stared at her with longing eyes hidden behind circular spectacles. She reached over and ruffled his already messy hair with a grin before standing up and walking away. He sat there with the widest grin anyone had ever saw. 

“You’re not still moping over that (House) girl, are you?” One of his friends, Ryder, rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Draco saw (Name) walking by and scoffed, speaking loud enough for her to hear. “As if. I don’t mope over someone I was never in love with.” Ryder smirked, uncrossing his arms. 

“Tons of fish in the sea.”

Her pace slowed and she came to a stop. He saw her out of the corner of his eyes clench her fists and keep walking, taking a single, irritated breath. 

It was clear that her sorrow had turned into anger. 

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a BTS reaction when you are roomates and they are crushing on you and accidentaly walks in on you naked?

Jin:

All he wanted to know was if you wanted to order pizza. He wasn’t even thinking when he swung open your door without knocking. 

“Hey, Y/N…”

“JIN OH MY GOD GET OUT!” You screamed and frantically tried to find the towel that you had just used coming out of the shower to cover yourself. You found it, but not before giving Jin quite a view. 

He gasped at the sight of you and quickly slid out the door, slamming it behind him. He took a moment to catch his breath and waited for his heartbeat to slow, then timidly knocked on the door.

“Y/N…” he called to you, “I’m really sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I should have knocked. I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeated over and over. 

As much as you wanted to be mad at him, his guilt was enough to calm your nerves. You pulled on some pants and a baggy shirt then opened the door to find Jin with his head hung low. 

“It’s okay,” you comforted him, “What did you need earlier?”

His eyes lit up slightly when he saw that you weren’t mad and he cleared his throat, “I wanted to know if you wanted to order a pizza for dinner.” 

The innocence of the question combined with his big doe eyes melted your heart and made you smile, “I would love that.”

He perked up instantly and started spouting out toppings ideas as you followed him into the living room. Even though on the outside it appeared that you both had moved on quickly, the image of you without clothes on would continue to play in his head. It was so much better than he had been imagining all this time.

Yoongi:

Yoongi had come home after a long day to find the apartment completely dark. Since he wasn’t sure if you were home or not, he decided to go down the hall and check your bedroom to see if you were there. He found your door closed though that didn’t answer his question because you always had your door closed. He walked over and slowly turned the knob. He peaked his head around the door and found that your room was also completely dark but he could clearly see you sprawled across your bed, naked. 

The light from the hallway caught your attention and when you looked to the door to find Yoongi looking in, you gasped and curled into a ball to hide yourself as much as possible. 

Yoongi didn’t even bat an eyelash. He muttered an “oh, sorry,” then closed the door behind him and walked back down the hallway. Min Yoongi always appeared to be calm and collected and this moment was no exception to that reputation. Though despite his outward appearance, his heart was pounding and butterflies fluttered throughout his stomach. He knew his cheeks were growing red and retreated to his bedroom before you had a chance to come out and see him in a slightly flustered state. 

Tomorrow morning, he’ll pretend he never saw anything, claim it was too dark to make out any details, but tonight… tonight he would cling onto every single detail of your body because it was more incredible than any image his brain had ever been able to conjure. 

Hoseok:

You were just stepping out of a warm shower when the bathroom door opened. You hadn’t noticed that Hoseok was standing in the doorway until he let out a loud, slightly overdramatic scream. You jumped and screamed yourself, being more startled by his reaction than you were about him walking in on you in the first place. 

Hoseok spun around and slammed the door shut before crying out, “Oh my god, Y/N I’m so so so so sorry! I didn’t know you were in there!”

“It’s okay,” you called back to him. You weren’t horribly concerned about him walking in on you. You were more concerned with calming him. 

“I didn’t hear the shower, I thought you were in your room. I wasn’t thinking, I should have knocked, I–”

Hoseok,” you cut him off mid-ramble,“It’s really fine, don’t worry about it. Why don’t you go pick a movie for us to watch while I get dressed?” you suggested.

“Oh.. o-okay, yeah… I’ll go pick out a movie,” he muttered before walking away from the bathroom door. 

He scanned your movie collection, waiting for something to catch his eye. He knew that it didn’t matter which movie he put on, he wouldn’t be able to pay attention to it. The image of your body would circle through his head for a while.

Namjoon:

Namjoon’s heart fluttered a little bit as he unlocked the door to your shared apartment, just as it did every time he came home, knowing he’d get to see you. 

Meanwhile, you had just stepped out of the shower to find that your towel wasn’t in the bathroom but instead, in your bedroom which was, of course, all the way across the apartment. You cracked the bathroom door open and listened to hear if Namjoon had come home yet. You heard no signs of living and decided to make the daring trek across the apartment. 

Namjoon opened the door just as you pranced across the living room. You stopped halfway across your path when you heard the door open and looked at Namjoon.

He froze in the doorway, unable to move from the shock of seeing the sight in front of him. 

“I uh… forgot my towel,” you explained sheepishly while you dripped water onto the floor. 

Namjoon looked down at his feet, so he didn’t embarrass you more than you already were, “That’s okay, I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything.”

You sighed, knowing your cheeks were probably closer to a shade of purple rather than red, and ungracefully ran to your bedroom and slammed the door.

When the coast was clear, Namjoon looked up, sighed and pulled his fingers through his hair. His heart was still fluttering, but for a completely different reason. That was certainly more of you than he was ever expecting he’d see. 

Jimin:

Jimin’s stomach grumbled as he looked in the fridge for something to eat. Nothing was calling out to him so he decided to order take out. He closed the fridge and walked toward your bedroom door.

“Hey, Y/N–” he called your name while opening the door. 

“Oh no Jimin!” you tried to warn him, but it was too late. 

He found you laying across your bed, propped up on your elbows, giving him quite a view. His eyes widened and gasped as he closed the door. 

“I-I didn’t see anything!” he stuttered. 

Knowing that wasn’t true, you said, “It’s okay. I tried to warn you.”

“I should have knocked,” he cursed himself. 

“Well, you’ll remember for next time right?” you laughed lightly, trying to brighten the mood.

“Yeah, definitely,” he said quietly. 

You both stood in silence with the closed door dividing you until you broke the silence, “Did you need something?” you asked, trying to find out why he’d come to your door in the first place. 

Jimin shuffled uncomfortably in front of the door, “Uh.. I was just wondering if you wanted take out.”

You could hear the guilt in his voice from walking in on you so you tried to keep your voice perky and even, “Ooh that sounds good! Go pick which restaurant you want to order from while I get dressed then I’ll come out and look at the menu, okay?”

“Mkay…” he mumbled then walked away from your door. 

Jimin walked to his bedroom and closed the door behind him. There was another “situation” he needed to take care of that took priority over his hunger. 

Taehyung:

In this moment, Tae was only certain of one thing: he needed to pee. He walked to the bathroom and swung the door open, not stopping to think there was a reason it was closed. 

“Taehyung?!” you squealed and covered yourself as much as you could with your arms. 

When he noticed that you were naked, Taehyung panicked, slapping his hands over his eyes and spinning around. In his attempt to get out of the bathroom quickly, he ran into the doorframe full force but the adrenaline pumping through him wouldn’t allow him to feel the pain from the collision until later. 

He slammed the door behind him and let out a loud noise of surprise, “Why were you naked?!” he screamed through the door. 

“Uh, I was getting ready to take a shower!” you shouted back in a “no duh” tone. 

Tae wanted to slap himself for not putting the pieces together and he only now heard the sound of the shower running. 

“Oh god, Y/N I’m so sorry,” he rested his head against the door as he apologized. 

“It’s fine, let’s just… never speak of this again,” you suggested and tried to calm yourself. 

“Agreed,” he answered through the door. 

After a long moment of silence between you two, Tae heard you call to him in a small voice that was slightly drowned out by the shower, “Hey Tae?”

“Yeah?” he called back in the same voice.

“Could you go grab my towel?”

He laughed to himself and walked to your bedroom to find your towel a crumpled up mess on the ground. He grabbed it and walked back to the bathroom. Halfway down the hallway, he covered his eyes with one hand and held the towel far out in front of him with the other. He knocked on the door with the same hand he held the towel with and, even though his eyes were closed and covered by his hand, he turned his head in the other direction as you opened the door a crack and pulled the towel through. 

“Thank you..” you told him, still embarrassed from what had happened. 

“Mhm,” He responded as he walked away with his eyes still covered. 

You closed the door and went about your business while Tae went back to the living room and collapsed on the couch. He rubbed his eyes with the balls of his hands and sighed, “She’s beautiful…” he whispered to himself. 

He caught his breath as he finally started to relax again and this was when he realized… he still needed to pee. 

Jungkook:

Jungkook opened his bedroom door and walked across the hallway to your bedroom. He needed to know if you had somehow grabbed his laptop charger since it was nowhere to be found in his own bedroom. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he called to you before opening the door without knocking.

You heard him walking down the hall and calling your name so it gave you just enough time to stand up from your bed and walked to the door, but it didn’t give you enough time to catch the door before he opened it. You tried to warn him but everything happened so fast, it was inevitable. 

Jungkook swung the door open and found you standing completely naked right in front of him. Instantly he closed his eyes and turned his head the other way.

He stood this way for a second before saying, “Here’s what’s gonna happen: I’m gonna close the door and pretend this never happened. Does that work for you?” he spoke with utter nonchalance. 

“Yeah that sounds good,” you tried to match his tone. 

“Okay,” he nodded once.

“Okay,” you said back. 

Still, Jungkook just stood there, eyes closed and head turned toward the hall. 

“Jungkook,” You grabbed his attention.

“Yeah?”

“Leave.”

His body jolted, “Oh.. yeah, right. Sorry.”

He quickly closed the door and walked to the end of the hallway. He’d always wanted to see you naked, but this isn’t how he wanted it to happen. He tried to shake off his embarrassment and walked into the living room. 

There on the couch was his laptop charger. He shook his head at himself and grabbed the charger before going back into his bedroom. 

It's my pleasure ♡ Grayson {smut}

Hellooo :) so I got a request for a thigh riding bullet point/would include but I wanted to make a drabble out of it because I didn’t had enough inspiration for a bullet point. Well, that didn’t really work out lol… So this is a drabble/short imagine whatever you want to call it, but it contains thigh riding so I hope you enjoy. Xx

This week had been so exhausting and you had been feeling really cranky as well. You had to drag yourself to work everyday this week and you were just done with everything. Every shift was so long that the only thing you wanted to do afterwards was go home and sleep for a few days. Today was one of those days.

It was currently almost midnight. The sky was dark and the stars were already out. You park your car next to Grayson’s apartment and step into the freezing cold. You had also discovered that winter wasn’t your favourite season. You wrap your jacket tighter around your body, lock the car and walk to the door of the apartment.

You let yourself in and bless Grayson for turning on the heating before you came home. As your toes slowly thaw you put your bag down. You don’t even take the time to hang up your coat and you throw your shoes next to the door. ‘I’m home!’

‘Y/N?’ you hear a sleepy, deep voice coming from upstairs. Your tired legs are somehow able to walk you upstairs and you almost triple, unable to keep your eyes open for longer than five seconds. As you enter the bedroom your bad mood is gone in no time when you see your boyfriend laying on the bed, eyes focused on the tv screen.  

Grayson Dolan never failed to make you smile, and certainly not when he was looking like the way he was… The pretty boy was showing off his biceps by only wearing a black tank top, his legs tangled in the sheets.

Suddenly you got this familiar tingle between your inner thighs, realizing to your surprise that you felt sexually aroused by the sight of Grayson. Maybe it was because you and Grayson hadn’t had sex all week (since you had to work so much) or maybe it was just because he looked extremely handsome, you didn’t know.

You walk up to the bed and crawl onto his huge body, burrying your face in his neck and sniffing up his scent. As always he smelled amazing. Grayson laughs. ‘Hi there, princess. How was your day?’

'Hmm… Not that awesome. But it’s already so much better now,’ you respond. Grayson chuckles and runs his hands up and down your back in an attempt to relax your sore muscles. It only left you feeling more aroused. 'My poor baby… I’m happy you’re back. What are those people at work even doing with my girl to make her feel so tired every day?’ he whispers sweetly into your ear. 'I know, right,’ you quietly giggle.

You prop yourself up onto your elbows and look at Grayson’s beautiful face. His lips curl into a big smile when he sees the look you always have when you’re in the mood. He looks at you for a short moment before he cups your face, his plump lips immediately finding yours. You let out a quiet hum against his mouth, encouraging him to go on.

He kisses your jaw hungrily and slowly trails down to your neck and collar bones. You quickly change your position and lower your weight onto him, straddling his right thigh. Grayson places his hands on your waist and pulls you closer. You take off your shirt and Grayson starts to plant wet kisses on your shoulders.

'I’m so lucky…’ he whispers. 'Gray…’ you desperately say as he unclaps your bra. 'Take that off too,’ Grayson demands, pointing at your jeans. His voice was deep and rough. You could tell he was turned on as well. You do as he says and you straddle his thigh again, this time only wearing your lace panties.

'I-I want to…’ you say shyly, but Grayson already understood what you were planning on doing. 'I know, baby.’ 'Are you okay with that?’ you ask, feeling your cheeks warm up. 'Y/N. You know how much I love you. You can do whatever you want with me.’ 'You sure?’ you ask again. It was important that he felt comfortable as well.

Grayson nods. 'Yes. Do it. Get yourself off… For daddy.’ His voice was filled with lust and his eyes were dark. The last word made your heart skip a beat. He never used that word, unless he was feeling kinky. You gasp when he leans in to bite your lips, smiling seductively.

He kisses you again and you start to grind your hips against his thigh. A soft moan escapes your throat, only to be swallowed immediately into Grayson’s mouth as his soft lips continue to move against yours. The soft hairs on his legs tickle against your inner thigh. You had never done this before, but it already felt amazing.

The warm flesh of his thick thigh against your crotch and the softness of his skin made you feel so incredibly good. And the thought that he just let you use him for your pleasure was so erotic, oh God. This was almost better than actually having sex with him. Almost.

His kisses are getting deeper and rougher and Grayson’s moans sent shivers down your spine. 'Shit,’ he breaths out. All of a sudden he gently squeezes your butt. Your lips freeze and your mouth drops as you feel your inner thighs tingle.

'Gray…’ you mutter, feeling a knot evolving in your stomach. 'I know, I know… It’s okay. Come for me, baby… Come on,’ Grayson growls against your mouth. 'I’m so… close,’ you whisper and place your shaky hands on Grayson’s shoulders, trying to find a grip.

The touch of his hands that were exploring your body combined with the feeling of his lips was enough to drive you crazy; it gave your hips a life of their own. You cry out a loud moan; his thigh muscles flex and the constant rubbing on your clit was too much to handle. Moving your hips faster and faster your vision begins to blur and your moans heighten. Your hands fly to his hair and tug at it sharply.

Grayson nibbles on your nipples in an attempt to drive you over the edge. He loved seeing you please yourself and it drove him crazy as well. Finally you come undone, a indescribable feeling spreading through your whole body. You close your eyes, enjoying every second of the feeling you were experiencing.

'Just… like…that…’ Grayson smiles and gently runs his fingertips up and down your thighs. You sigh and allow yourself to collapse onto his strong chest once you become too sensitive to move any longer.

'That was… incredible. Thank you,’ you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek and lowering your face onto his shoulder. You hear Grayson grin quietly. 'It’s my pleasure.’

Call Boy (Taeyong x Reader x Yuta)

Rating: M

(A/N) Someone please take my computer away from me, this is a perfect example of what happens when I stay up too late. Anyway, how are you guys? This was supposed to be a Daddy type smut, but it got WAY OUT OF HAND. Idk what possessed me while writing this lol But shout out to my homeboy SoMo for being my soundtrack while writing this, Hide & Freak is a blessing.

ps This was the only gif I could find of them together, I’m so shook #STOPYUTA2K16

Part II

Originally posted by yutenor

The bright summer sun blared overhead, not a cloud to obstruct its rays as people walked through the busy street, enjoying their weekend as best they could. It was the type of warm weather that felt good for the first few hours you were outside, but quickly wore off as the sweat began to collect uncomfortably on your lower back. That morning when you leisurely woke up to the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen, you’d checked the weather app on your phone, eyes bulging out of your head at the nearly triple digit number. 

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anonymous asked:

If you were having a depressed day, what do you think tom would do?

you’d be having a bad day and you shut everyone out. your phone was shut off because too many people had texted you asking you too many questions (really they were just generic ‘how are you’s’ and ‘are you busy’s’). you were walking out of your last class, thinking how glad you were the day was over and how much better you’ll be once you get home and settled in your bed reading from your favorite poetry book (that you had just gotten a couple of days ago, you had been walking around with it everyday since but had not gotten the time to read it). but, alas, the universe had decided to mess that up for you, too. you had walked out straight into the rain. you forgot your umbrella and had decided to walk to class considering you lived fifteen minutes off campus. you cursed loudly but your voice was muffled by the rain. without thinking, you hoisted your books above your head and began your jog/slow run to your apartment. the fifteen minutes seemed to have lasted what felt like two hours. you tripped over everything, almost landing on your face.

you finally arrived at your complex, rushing to the elevator and hitting the fourth floor. you thought back to your week - your boyfriend, tom, had been away filming for the new avengers film (he was due back any day now but you couldn’t remember when and it felt like years since you’d seen him), you had failed two tests because of lack of sleep of trying to make the deadline of three essays from different classes, you were homesick (you knew you shouldn’t have moved so far away from home). remembering the shield you used for the rain, you quickly looked at your books. the elevator reached your floor and you quickly made your way to your door. after locking yourself inside you glanced at your books again, your heart breaking as you saw your new poetry book at the top - the rain had completely destroyed it. you looked inside and saw the ink running and seeping through the pages, most of them ripped. everything from the past week had built up into you and you started crying - you were tired, weak, hurt and angry.

when tom hadn’t received any text or call from you, he assumed you fell asleep after coming back from your class, you had probably fallen asleep reading the new book you ranted about all week. he smiled at the thought of you curled on your bed with the book between your arms as you hugged it close to your chest while sleeping, and then he thought about how surprised you’d be when you woke up to him sleeping next to you. that’s what he expected to walk into as he took out the extra key he had to your apartment and walked in through the front door. but when he walked in and saw you collapsed i the middle of the living room, he immediately dropped his things and slid on his knees, pulling you toward his chest. “darling, darling” his fingers carded through your hair “what’s wrong?” your sins came out broken, your sentences sounding the same way. tom only made out a few things about how bad your week had gone. he saw the tattered poetry boo on the ground and his heart sank. he effortlessly picked you up and his heart swelled as you curled into him. he walked you to your bedroom and placed you on the bed. he let go of you and started to head out but stopped when he heard a soft whimper leave you and your hand clenching around his. he turned around and kissed your forehead, your cheek, and then a soft one to your mouth. “i’ll be right back,” he promised quietly. you nodded, and curled into your bed, reluctantly letting him go.

he came back not twenty minutes later, walking into your room with a bag in his hand. “where did you go?” he wordlessly asked you to sit up in your bed, crawling behind you. he placed a leg on either side of you, beckoning you to lean your back on his chest. you scooted yourself against him, allowing him to wrap his arms around you. he picked the item he placed on your desk up and held it in front of you - it was another copy of the book that the rain had destroyed. “tom,” you whispered, your voice shaking as you felt your eyes well up with tears, “sh, baby. do you want to read to me, or should i read to you?” you craned your neck back and pressed your lips against him, a hand coming up to cup his cheek and a hum of appreciation leaving tom