Request: “smut. smut. smut. love em. (😂) maybe something with needy!Shawn, coming back from tour (like a really long time) and you meet him at his parents house, and the boy just wants to fuck you there, but you say that you can’t bc hey “we’re at your parents house Shawn!” but the lil pervert is so damn needy and he ended up fucking u in his teenage bedroom (a lot of doggy style pls, thanks!)❤”
“and with the needy!Shawn request : thigh riding please!!! thank you so much!”
Oookay I had to put my own spin on this, mostly because these types of fics have been done before, but I hope you still like it.
So uh, enjoy the ride.
The anticipation kills you as you make the final turns on the way to Shawn’s parent’s house. Aaliyah wanted to see him when he got back to Toronto and to be honest you weren’t going to argue with her. You figured once you guys were finished with dinner, you and Shawn would head home and catch up. Lots and lots of catch up.
You think you’d be used to this by now, the extended periods of time away from each other, but you’re not. And while phone calls and FaceTime make things manageable, there was always that one element that was missing. Him.
The giddiness inside you sparks up as you pull into the driveway. Finally. You take one final look at yourself in the rearview mirror before making your way out of the Jeep. You’re not even halfway up the yard when the front door swings open and you’re greeted by the sight of your boyfriend rushing towards you. Without missing a beat his lips find their way to yours as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him. The familiar feeling of home washes over you as you stand there wrapped in each other. Eventually, you break the kiss and pull away to a dopey smile on his face and he takes in the sight of you.
Summary: Phil Lester is an intern at the British Society of the
Prevention of Cruelty to Neko – an organisation that focuses on rescuing
abandoned or mistreated neko and rehabilitating them for re-adoption. He can’t
say he fully agrees with the way many neko are treated, but in a world where
they have no rights Phil has to agree that being someones pet is the best
option for them. Then neko #504 is brought into the shelter and Phil finally
realises just how alike humans and neko are.
Genre: Angst, fluff, a little smut, lots and lots of feels
Word count: 17,260
Warning: Mentions of past physical/sexual abuse
Notes: I got a couple of prompts asking for a neko!dan fic so I started writing one and this monster happened. I ended up writing and editing all this in less than three days and honestly, I’m proud of this.
JUNGKOOK GETTING JEALOUS AT YOU DANCING WITH ANOTHER GUY AT THE CLUB
Hey guys, so if you have been following us, I recently wrote a smut but then compared to my other admins smut and I was like ‘DamN, I reaLLY Need tO rewrite mine’ so I thought i would give this a second go :) This was a request and the request was that you are in a club with jungkook and the gang, and you start dancing with a random guy and Jungkook starts getting jealous :)
It is a bit of a long intro but please bare with :)
‘Oh come on , that song is SooOOO OLD! Play a different tune. A tune everyone can jam to!’
Taehyung and Namjoon were bickering away at what to play on the journey to the club. You were stuck in the middle of Taehyung and Jungkook in the cab while Namjoon at the front with the driver. In a way, it was good because Tae always kept the journey’s fun, but it was also difficult because you couldn’t keep your mind off of one thing. While staring out the window and into the pouring rain, You couldn’t keep your mind off of how good Jungkook looked today and the thought of it slightly aroused you. He was wearing his usual black jeans with his timbs, his blue shirt with his top 4 buttons undone, which slightly revealed his chest. It was accompanied by a thin silver chain and he had one diamond stud in his right ear. You snapped out of this thought track when the driver shouted ‘We’re here!’
You had to patiently wait for either Jungkook or Tae to get out of the car. But of course, Tae was busy fixing his oh-so-beautiful hair, so you waited for Jungkook to get out. As you shuffled your way to his seat, you were met with his soft hand reaching out for yours, ‘Careful, its really slippery out’
God You thought. I really need to do something tonight to get my mind off of him. I can’t hold this in anymore Hesitantly, you take his hand and climb out of the car. You catch Jungkook staring at your arse and then realise that your dress is half way up your arse. You giggle to yourself and think wow, I’m really not helping myself today You start to make your way towards the club when you feel cold fingers touching your back. You felt a sudden shiver down your spine, and already knew whos delicate hands they were. ‘We don’t want you tripping or slipping do we?’ You turned your head slightly to be met with a face that was angelic and beautiful and eyes that anyone could be lost in.
But it was also in that moment when you questioned whether you really wanted him doing this. His fingers touching your body, his eyes gazing into yours. And you so badly wanted to escape this torture of his body not against yours.
With these thoughts in mind, you shrugged and walked off with Tae and Namjoon to meet with the rest of the gang at the club.
After Tae handed in the tickets to the bodyguard and let you lot in, you could suddenly feel the rhythm of the music and the pounding of the beat. You just badly wanted to get onto the dancefloor, get as drunk as you can, dance and take your mind off things.
As you walked further into the club, you realised that to really take your mind some place else, you needed to take a couple of shots. You scan the club looking for the bar, and spot a bright lit sign saying ‘shakers’. You start to make your way there when some random guy bumps into you and steps on your toes.
‘OW!’ you screamed while hopelessly hopping around with your foot half in the air. The guy immediately bent down and put your foot on his knee. He started to massage it and kept saying sorry and how he wasn’t looking properly. You started laughing and he looked up at you, confused.
‘I’m a bit of a drama queen. It didn’t actually hurt that much. Sorry!’
You start giggling to yourself and realise that you made yourself look like a complete fool. He started laughing with you, got up and leant closer to your ear.
‘Why is a gorgeous girl like you, alone in a club like this?’
‘Trying to get away from all my problems’ you replied back
‘Why don’t I help you get rid of them’ he teased.
He grabbed your hands and twisted you half around and pulled you against his body. You could feel his bulge against your ass and he started to push your hair to one side. He started to caress your neck with his lips and then sucking your skin into his mouth, while one hand was on your hips. You were both moving rhythmically to the beat and he started to make his way to your shoulder.
It was then when you looked across the dance floor to see those very eyes that met with yours when you came out the cab. The very eyes that made you fall in love with him in the first place. But this time, they looked different.
They looked sexy. They were filled with jealousy and for some strange reason, this turned you on. You loved to see this side of him. The side of Jungkook that only ever came out when he saw something he wanted, being taken away from him. And it was only moments after when you saw him striding towards you. But you didn’t want to give him the pleasure of winning just yet. So you turned around and started to unzip the guys trousers.
‘OOhh, I like where this is going’ He purred into your ear
But only you really knew where this was going and you couldn’t wait to see it happen. When seconds after you felt a grapple on your arm that yanked you away, making you tumble back. ‘OI!’ You shouted. ‘I was ENJOYING myself’
‘You hardly FUCKING know him’
You loved it. You loved it when you saw this side of Jungkook. The sexy, angry and dominant side of him that never failed to turn you on.
‘what does it matter to YOU’ you replied aggressively, trying to hold back a lip bite.
He walked up to the guy and shoved him back. ‘Don’t you DARE touch my girl like that again’ ‘It’s not my fault she’s not getting what she wants from you’ the guy started to laugh with his hands up as if he surrendered. He started to back away and it brought a smile to your lips. You knew this was going to end one way.
'We were enjoying ourselves. Whats wrong with you?’
Although you two were not in a relationship, Jungkook felt as though he had to protect you. A responsibility to protect you from everyone and everything. It was as though you belonged to him and no one else
But thats all it took. Those two simple words that you were longing to hear. And as you looked into those brown eyes, that were full of dark jealousy and lust, you knew then and there where the rest of night was going to lead.
Slowly, You started walking towards him. The music in the backround started to slowly fade away. Everyone else’s existence in the club seemed irrelevant. And in that moment, your eyes were not wandering anywhere else but towards him. You noticed the way he was looking at you. Filled with lust and desire. When you had finally reached him, you wrapped your arms gently around his neck and he wrapped his hands around your waist.
‘It was never really going to lead anywhere you know. If anything he was only reassuring me on what I really wanted’ you teased
‘Yeah? And what was that?’ He purred into your ear
‘Well maybe, we should leave the rest of them here and have the couple of hours to ourselves back at the apartment’ he cooed
And without hesitation, you grabbed his wrist and started to make your way out of the club. You waved for a cab and when it pulled up, Jungkook opened the door for you
‘After you M’lady’ he smirked
You climbed and as soon as he sat down in the car, you pulled on his shirt and grabbed his hair. He instantly pulled you on top of him and started to unzip your dress. You put his other hand on your ass and whispered into his ear ‘Maybe we should wait for that part when we’re alone.’
He chuckled to himself but pressed his soft, plump lips against your shoulders, slowly making his way up your neck
‘But how can I resist such a delicious thing like you’ he mumbled
‘You’ve waited this long…I’m sure you can wait a bit longer’ you whispered while gently licking your lips.
And before you knew it the cab pulled up to the kerb where your apartment was. Jungkook signalled to his pockets and you giggled as you realised he needed his wallet. You jumped out the cab and impatiently waited for this beautiful creature to hurry up. You couldn’t wait for him to do you right. You’ve been waiting for this day for what felt like years. He finished paying the driver, stepped out and immediately flung you over his shoulders.
‘You’re going to take way too long to walk to the lifts, I’ll take you there myself’
You started laughing while playfully hitting him. You got to the lifts and as soon as the doors opened he put you down and pressed you against the wall.
‘You’ve been a bad girl tonight you know’
‘Well then show me how I should behave’ you teased back gently stroking his face
You reached your floor and he flung you over his shoulders again. When he reached your door he already knew where the spare key was. He slowly kneeled down and retrieved the key from under the map. Hastily, he opened the door, walked in, slammed it shut and started striding towards your bedroom.
‘And now…for the fun part’
He half chucked half placed you onto your bed and climbed ontop you. As your dress was already unzipped, he gently started to take each strap off and slid your dress off of your body. He then leant in towards your inner thigh. He licked his lips first and started to kiss every part of your skin there. He slowly started making his way up, but then came across the barrier that was your knickers. He bit into them and started sliding them off maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. As soon as he was done, he went back to finish the job.
He steadily made his way towards your clit and although he was not fully touching you, you could feel his lips lingering over. You grabbed his hair instantly as to pull him up, but he growled back. ‘Today you’ve been a bad girl, going off with guys you’re not supposed to be with’
You licked your upper lip as he continued and finally, he delved his tongue into your pussy, tasting every bit of your juices. Your hands grasped onto his hair even more and you let out a moan. And to your surprise, he went even further in, and kissing the lips of your pussy between every flick of his tongue. And between every lick and every kiss, you felt weaker and weaker but never felt more alive. He made sure to go slow. He wanted to savour every taste and every moment he had with you. You head jerked forward and he started to slow down. But you knew he wasn’t finished.
He made his way up your torso, nibbling on it bit by bit and he finally met with your breasts. Again he was met with the obstacle of your bra but already knew what to do. Without even trying, he unhinged the hooks and threw them off. He let his breath tickle over your breasts and then went on to gently kissing and sucking at them. You hooked your legs over his waists only to realise that you were the only one undressed.
‘It’s only fair if I try too,’ you breathed desparetly, while trying to flip him onto his back And he did just that. You went down on him and put his trousers zips in between your teeth, you slowly started to unzip them and you pulled back his trousers. You could see his bulge under his tight Calvin Klein boxers and bit your lip.
Immediately, you ripped them down and grabbed his waist and put straight away put his cock into your mouth. Your mouth hollowed during every suck and you could hear him gently moaning and could feel his nails raking through your hair. His breathe
‘I know’ You groaned back. His breathing started to go deeper and deeper while you putting his cock further into your mouth. You never would’ve guessed that it was this big, but still you wanted every taste of it, Savouring every bit of it with pleasure, with your wet saliva all over it. Your lips were red with pleasure and you glanced up only to see his head jerk back. He clenched onto your hair even tighter and tried to pull you up.
You slowly came to a stop and kissed his tip. But you both wanted more. You licked your way up his torso.
‘And now I need to treat a girl who’s been misbehaving tonight’
He grabbed your waist and flipped you onto your stomach, slapped your ass and climbed onto your thighs. Every fibre f your being was set alight and you could feel electric shocks being sent down your body as you felt his skin touching yours
You could feel it slowly going in and him sinking into you but then he thrust harder and started to set a rhythm. You wanted to grab onto the headboard, but he stopped you. He set his hands onto your wrists and buried them into the pillows. You could feel his breath tingling on your shoulder blade and his tongue started to make way for his lips to viciously clasp your neck. You took a sharp breath while gripping the bedsheets. He bit your neck and then licked off the sweat that you were producing from this rhythm.
And then finally…You felt the world spinning on its axis as your mind dissolved into the world of pleasure. You hear him slowly panting but you let out a loud moan and you both finally release. He smacks your ass again and the bed finally stops shaking. He comes to join you lying down.
Two beautiful bodies lying next to each other on the bed, legs intertwined.
While simultaneously panting and breathing aloud together, Jungkook, slides his hand over your breasts and starts to play with your nipples.
‘And thats what happens to girls when they grind up against the wrong guy’
‘Maybe I should grind up against him harder next time’
You both chuckle and the rest of the night was something never to forget…
OHHHHHHH DEAAAAAARRRR LOOORRRRRRRRRRD. GUYS YOU ACTUALLY DON’T KNOW MY STRUGGLE WHILE WRITING THIS. To be absolutely honest, this was my first ever smut that I wrote completely. I still feel its pretty crap and hopefully my next couple of smuts will get better and bbetter.. Please leave some comments on how it went lol
You had jeans and
only a bra on while your hands ran through the hangers, searching for something
to wear on top. Bucky wouldn’t tell you where he would take you that night, but
when you asked for a tip of what you should wear, he specifically said that a
dress or a skirt wouldn’t be very functional.
“Is this the part
where I get to say I told you so?” You looked over your shoulder to follow the
teasing voice. Sharon had a smug half smiled displayed on her face, leaning her
sides to the frame of your closet door, one hand on her waist. You heard Wanda
giggling from the spot where she was sitting on your bed, fumbling with your
lipstick case in her hands.
a/n: I didn’t really edit, I kind of just rewrote the whole thing I already had because someone suggested this off of my list and I figured why not get to it while I have the time and the drive! So here’s some smut about being impatient and wanting to bone your boyfriend even though he’s super busy! Enjoy!
You really didn’t
want to disturb Harry.
It was rare that
he got the chance to work from his home studio. It was even rarer that you
happened to have your weekend off around the same time that he decided to stay
home and work instead of spending his days in a studio. But just because you
had the weekend off didn’t mean he could drop everything to spend all of his
time with you. You still had a lot to get done before you were back at work on
Monday though, so you tried to busy yourself the best that you could with your
little checklist. The bedroom and bathroom needed to be deep cleaned, the kitchen
needed to be reorganized, and you had your home office that needed to be set
up. The only problem was you had most of those things started on Friday evening
and finished on Saturday afternoon. That left you with a day and a half of
doing nothing, a day and half of wanting Harry desperately from afar.
Title: My Favorite Person
Pairing: Connor Murphy x Reader
Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen
Requested: by the lovely @rinzix
Summary: College!Friends with benefits | You’re thankful to have a friend like Connor, for more reasons than one, but you’re fun may soon be coming to an end, and Connor isn’t feeling like himself
Warnings: mentions of sex | Connor has a potty mouth | mentions of mental health relapses and recovery | brief allusions to domestic violence | first person reader
A/N: This was such a wonderful, fun prompt and it reeaallly got away from me, so I apologize in advance. Essentially, the summary is I will probably never let Connor Murphy be happy. As always, it’s really rushed and I didn’t proof read. Enjoy?
It never starts the way I expect it to.
Don’t get me wrong–I’m not complaining. It just doesn’t work out the way it does in the movies, ya know? I’ve never gotten a text at eleven pm asking me to sneak across the campus to his conviently empty dorm room, never received anything remotely similar to a booty call. It started on accident, like everything else Connor Murphy does. He doesn’t understand the sort of pull he has on people.
Connor Murphy was an absolute octopus, first off. I woke up early–much earlier than he ever would–underneath a pile of pale, lithe limbs that seemed to tangle around me in a number of places. I was sticky–definitely sweaty from sleeping too close to Connor, who apparently fell asleep on top of me like some kind of animal, but I also felt an uncomfortable squish between my thighs that reminded me of the drastic turn of events that happened last night.
To be perfectly clear, this wasn’t the first time we had done this. The first time had been planned–an accidental mishap that had spiraled out of control, beginning with texts (“Hey, would you mind to model for a piece I’m working on? I can’t find any decent reference poses online.”) and ended with some not so appropriate banter (“Are we sexting? Is this sexting? I mean I’m horny but like it’s gotta be smoother than this, right? Shit, do you have nudes??) that had snowballed into an agreement: we could fool around, platonically, because being in college and being ridiculously horny all the time and balancing a decent relationship was one thing too many.
Still, our first few times had been planned: I’d come over for pizza when Connor’s roommate was out, we’d play video games and watch a movie, and, at some point, Connor would lean over with little to no warning and kiss me much too roughly, taking me off guard–it usually either dissolved into a fit of giggles or ended up with me on my back staring up at the smooth column of his throat, watching his pale adams apple dip briefly as he groaned into my hair.
The sun was up, shining obnoxiously through Connor’s too thin quilted curtains, filtering across our tangled bodies. My shirt was still on, thankfully–I had no idea when his roommate would be back–but Connor was entirely nude (save for a pair of tie-dye tube socks, I can’t believe I slept with him while he was wearing that), sprawled on top of me, all pale skin and angles. From here, I could see the knobs of his spine pressing against the thin, pale skin of his back where my hand rested. One of his hands was fisted tightly in the fabric of my shirt, just over my stomach, and the other was dangling off the edge of the bed, his thin wrist almost comically looking as if it would snap.
The smell of him was overwhelming, of course, it always was. I could still taste him if I ran my tongue across the backs of my teeth. I’d need a long shower to scrub away the smell if I wanted to think coherently today–Connor was definitely my favorite person, the only real friend I’d made at school so far, but the very smell of him was going to make my brain short circuit.
We needed to have a discussion, needed to stop doing this every time we hang out. A limit. I sighed, remembering. We were going to have to have a talk anyway.
Reaching up gingerly, I ran my fingers against the knots on his back, tracing the triangles of his scapula and cupping the back of neck to run my fingers through the curls. His hair needed washed, badly, but I didn’t mind, just continued to soothe, feeling him sigh in his sleep against my neck. I grinned, feeling his nose press more firmly against the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
“Why are you awake?” He slurred, lips wet where they brushed my skin. His limbs went taunt, stretching before rolling over off of me, his arms slinging against his eyes.
“Ugh, can you cover up?” I groaned, sitting up and pulling a blanket to pool in my lap, trying to look anywhere but Connor. “It’s daylight now, it’s too vivid.”
He just chuckled, running his hands to scrub at his face in an attempt to wake up, pushing tangled curls out of his eyes, grinning at me. “Sorry, geez. Didn’t hear you complaining last night.” Nonetheless, he yanked the blanket over his lap, rolling over to look at me with a smirk.
“How’d you sleep?” He asked, tapping my forehead with his thumb, before leaning over to kiss me there. He didn’t move away, just hovered over me on an elbow, and surrounded by his scent left me vaguely dizzy. I’d miss it when I left here, I knew.
I scrunched my nose, letting him know that the affection was unnecessary, but he kept leaning over, pressing another kiss to my temple.
“I don’t remember,” I sighed honestly. “You kinda kept me up till two am.”
“What time is it now?”
“Christ, sorry,” he laughed, sitting up immediately and pushing his hair back. “Guess I tired you out, huh?”
“Don’t get cocky. We were talking until twelve thirty, you only last half an hour, bucko,” I said, crawling quickly out of the bed and tugging on my panties.
“Ouch! Didn’t hear you complaining,” he chuckled, pulling his hair back into a ponytail holder. He was planning to let me shower first, then.
“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, and I could tell that was the end of the discussion. We had a habit of skirting the topic during the daylight hours–if we talked about it, then we thought about it, and if we thought about it, then–well, you get the picture. “I’m gonna shower.”
By the time I’m out, my hair combed in wet strands sticking to the back of my neck and dressed in a clear pair of panties and one of Connor’s bigger shirts, Connor is sprawled on the bed, fully dressed, staring at a worn copy of T.S. Eliot poems, the green cloth binding fraying between his lithe fingers. The steam from the shower followed me in the room, making it look like a hazy 1970s Polaroid, accompanied by the warm light trying desperately to filter into the room through Connor’s quilted curtains.
He’s brushed his hair, I noticed, and there’s a lingering scent of cologne in an attempt to mask the smell of him–of us, if I’m being entirely honest–without showering. I nearly snorted aloud when I saw what he was wearing.
“That’s my shirt, you know,” I choked out between laughter, unable to believe that Connor fucking Murphy is wearing my tie dye crop top with a pair of ratty grey sweatpants. It was big on him, with a little pink embroidered heart stitched messily over the chest. The sweatpants rode high on his square hips, so all I could see was the slope of his ribs into the flat plain of his stomach, his belly button barely peaking out over the elastic waistband of his boxers, which rode a little higher than the sweats.
He looked up from the book, grinning lethargically, letting me know he was still barely awake. I probably should’ve let him sleep longer, but I needed to leave soon, and I wanted to tell him goodbye.
“I know,” he sighed lazily. “You left it here last time. It’s really soft.”
I bit back my smile, crossing the room to sit beside him. “Fair enough,” I conceded, tucking back a piece of hair that was beginning to slip from his ponytail.
“You’re wearing my shirt,” he pointed out, pouting his bottom lip.
“I forgot to bring a clean one,” I lied.
“You know you have extras here,” he said, suddenly frowning and returning to his book. I paused, unsure what had caused the sudden mood shift, and wanted to be careful moving forward in the conversation. “I mean, you can always borrow mine, I don’t care or anything–”
“You don’t want anyone to see me wearing it, I get it, I’ll switch back before I leave,” I said reassuringly, scooting away half an inch to give him space. It was easy to overload Connor–it wasn’t his fault, I really did understand. Sometimes social interaction was too much, especially when I’d spent almost twenty four hours with him, and we’d been so intimate.
“Fuck, I don’t care about that,” he hissed, flipping the pages of his book much too rapidly to be actually reading them. “Do you care about that?”
The second statement was shorter, softer, almost as if he didn’t want me to hear. It made me nervous–Connor had been doing better, a lot better. Throwing himself into school, into art, made him better. He wasn’t recovered–it was hard to tell if he ever would be, and I’d only ever seen a few of his episodes, but any form of relapse that I couldn’t help him control was unwanted.
“Of course I don’t care, Con,” I said softly, reaching up to soothe his hair softly, feeling him stiffen and relax beneath my fingertips. “Jeez, we’re in college. I couldn’t care less what people think.”
He nodded, eyes creased before closing, his lips pressed together in a frown. “Right, right, you’re right, sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I muttered, feeling nervous. He certainly wasn’t in any mood to hear my news. Something was on his mind. “You good?”
“Huh? Yeah! Great, don’t sweat it!” He some how managed to morph his deer in the headlights expression into one of enthusiasm. It was more than concerning, and I hadn’t noticed when he’d developed the ability to swallow back his feelings. I didn’t know why he felt like he needed to. “What’s the plan for today, kiddo? There’s a Clark Gable marathon on TCM tonight, I know you like that black and white crap.”
Shit. I swallowed thickly, realizing I needed to tell him, and now. I was hoping it would wait until at least after we had food in us, or at least until Connor was awake enough to reign in his emotions and think with a level head.
“When’s your roommate getting back?” I asked instead, scratching at the back of my neck and not meeting his gaze. I felt him squint angrily at me, aware of my avoidance. “Don’t want him to walk in on anything unseemly,” I laughed.
Connor was still watching me, I felt it, with a pinched, calculated expression. “We don’t have to fool around tonight,” he said softly. “We can just hang.”
His voice was that soft, melancholy tone again that made my heart constrict. He wasn’t feeling good, I realized. He clearly thought that I was upset with him–I wasn’t, but I realized with a jolt that my news certainly wasn’t going to help his sudden self conscious streak.
I shifted on the bed again, feeling his eyes on me as I delayed, and I could practically see his inner turmoil. I should stay here with him. He wasn’t doing well. But, I’d promised….
“Um,” I mumbled, pushing back my wet hair with my hand. “About that. I, uh, have plans for tonight.”
His eyebrows took a quick hike into his hairline, his slate eyes wide, before he horrified me by neutralizing his expression again before I could read him properly–he gave me a small smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Oh,” he said hoarsely. “That’s chill. You could’ve just told me that.”
I smiled gratefully back at him, reaching out to rest my hand on his knee. “You’re sure?” I asked softly, tracing a pattern out on the grey cotton knee of the sweatpants. He swatted my hand away, and I felt a sudden dip in my stomach. He was upset.
“Yes, geez,” he grumbled. “I am perfectly capable to spend a day without you, you know. I probably need to check in with my folks, anyway.”
“You’re sure?” I asked again, leaning back, a bit more skeptical. Connor saying he wanted to check in with his parents was the boldest lie I’d heard in a long time.
“Yes, Christ, shut it,” he hissed, flopping onto his back, the crop top riding comically up on his stomach, and, without thinking, I leaned forward quickly to press a wet kiss to the cluster of freckles on his ribcage, earning a loud swear from Connor, followed by a slew of giggles, his thin hands pushing at my hair to pull me away from his ticklish sides.
“Stop it! Stop! Christ–st–” he sat up abruptly and tangled his hands into my hair, yanking me down against him, his bare chest trapped between us, soft against my palms.
What had started as a gentle joke, just a silly peck, escalated as it tended to. It was slow–Connor’s laughter dying quickly in his chest, his breath hitching in the back of his throat instead. I opened my eyes to glance down at him, his eyes closed, his eyelashes flickering against his cheeks. I pulled back, just for a moment, amazed to find his lips parted, head tilted back, obvious that he expected me to move my lips to neck. I just chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the cleft of his chin.
“Not this morning, Con,” I whispered, kissing behind his ear.
“Just kissing,” he whispered, letting out a shuddering breath into my hair. Eyes still closed, his hands tightened in my shirt in an attempt to keep me against him.
“You know it won’t stop there,” I laughed. He pouted beneath me.
“But–I’m not wearing a bra. I’m all ready to fool around!” Connor snorted, hands digging harshly into my sides as he laughed.
I smothered my laugh against his jugular, fighting to control my breathing, before pushing myself up against Connor’s chest.
“Not now,” I sighed sadly, giving him a closed mouth kiss against his lips, watching his eyes fade as he chased me for another kiss.
“Okay,” he sighed. “Sorry, my fault.” Throwing a hand over his eyes, he groaned, tangling his fingers in his pretty, pulled back hair.
“Don’t be sorry,” I mumbled.
“Later,” he smiled against his fist, slate eyes staring up at the ceiling with amusement. “Later. Christ, no one told me my libido would get a second wind after fourteen.”
“You’ve always got your hand,” I reminded with a chuckle, rising from the bed to stretch. Distance, I needed distance to think. He wrinkled his nose in disdain.
“Yeah, no thanks, not the same.”
There was a beat of silence, where I caught Connor watching me from the bed, before turning away with a pinched expression. It triggered an oddly sick feeling in my stomach–I shouldn’t feel guilty. I shouldn’t. This was just fun, Connor was just my friend, nothing more.
“So, uh,” he coughed. “What was your plan for tonight?”
I stiffened, turning around to sit on the edge of the bed with my back to him, beginning to braid my hair. The bed dipped suddenly, and Connor’s leg was flush with mine, the other folded behind my back, and Connor’s fingers wove into my wet hair, beginning to plait it silently.
“I have a date.”
His hands stilled, just briefly, and I felt myself relax when his fingers began again. He hadn’t taken a single breath.
“Who with?” Cold. Uninterested. I growled low in my throat.
“Not sure. Some guy my mom set me up with–they’re pissed I don’t have a boyfriend, you know,” I reminded, and Connor just grunted in affirmation.
“You have no idea who he is?” Connor groaned in disgust.
I shrugged. “He goes to school here–I think his name is Jared? He’s a business major. My mom is very impressed.”
Now, Connor really paused, his fingers abandoning the braid to snap his hands down into his lap.
“You know him?” I asked.
“Jared Kleinman?” Connor hissed, not looking at me.
“I think?” I said skeptically, unsure what about this kid had Connor in such a state.
“He’s an ass,” Connor growled. “An absolute asshole, bully, short-stack, scum bag, and you can’t go out with him. You can’t go out with that jerk off, trust me, okay? As your friend, I forbid you.”
I’d been taking everything Connor said seriously up to that point–it took a lot to make Connor that verbose, let alone that enraged–he’d been working on getting better, he really had–but his final statement made my eyes snap open, throwing my body off the bed.
“You forbid me?” I hissed, spinning with a wicked laugh. “I’m not your girlfriend, Connor. You can’t stop me from doing shit, okay?”
His eyes widened–in shock or shame, I wasn’t sure–sliding back up onto the bed. “I didn’t mean, fuck, I’m just trying to look out for you, okay? He’s bad news. He was–fuck, he was such an ass in highschool, okay?”
“And people can’t change, right?” I laughed crudely, watching the muscle twitch in his jaw. I’d pressed a button. Good. His eyebrows furrowed down over his glare, and I saw his hands clench and unclench in his lap. He’d caught my eyes flickering to them, and immediately looked helpless, wiping them on his jeans.
“I’m not having a fit,” he promised. “I’m not gonna hit you, I fucking swear to–”
“I know,” I lied, softening my posture and looking away from him. “I know, Con. You’re not gonna hurt me again.”
Truth be told, he might. Relapse was easy–I knew, I’d seen it in teaspoon sized doses, whether be him throwing me against the door with too much force or be it a fist coming to connect on the wall behind my head after I gave a particular nasty comment. Connor had never hit me, not hard, but he almost had, and he’d said a few nasty things, broken some things of mine.
We were friends because I trusted him, because I didn’t want to leave him just because this felt hard. But I wouldn’t let Connor talk to me like that again, I’d promised myself. It meant a time out–no sex, no talking, not until he could calmly apologize and talk through what he was feeling.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed, scrubbing his hands over his eyes–he’d forgotten to paint his nails this week, I noticed, but his wrist had flowering patches of indigo and lavender peppered along his arm like blooming bruises–they were just left over from his last art class Friday. He really needed a shower, I realized.
“Don’t be sorry,” I said again, leaning against the bathroom’s doorjamb in lieu of joining him on the bed. If I sat on the bed, I’d want to touch him, and as much as he deserved reassurance, he didn’t need the positive reinforcement. He had to learn I was a finite fixture. “That Jared kid–he said something to you, right? In school. You didn’t like each other.”
Connor laughed mirthlessly, filling my stomach with lead. “Yeah, you could say that. He’s one of those weasely kids, ya know? With just shitty underhanded comments they get out of Mad magazine. Gets under your skin.”
It was too easy to picture, embarrassingly so, I thought, watching Connor now with his eyes downcast and his mouth pursed, I could still see him, just a year ago, and some punk kid whose comment landed on its mark. He probably sent Connor into fits.
I tried too hard not to picture Connor those nights, crying disgustingly in the shower, banging his head too hard against the tile, replaying over and over in his head what that little shit had said to him.
I didn’t want to go out with him. I hadn’t wanted to to begin with. But, I had to. I’d promised.
“I’m really sorry, Con,” I sighed softly, thunking my head against the doorjamb in punishment. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
“Don’t be,” he laughed bitterly again. “’S over now.” He held his arms open, silently asking me to come back down to him, just to make up. “Just because you’re sucking his cock now–”
He froze, eyes bugging out of his head, staring at something on the ceiling I couldn’t make out from here. My stomach churned uneasily, and the tips of my ears got uncomfortably warm. Connor sat up slowly, bracing himself on his arms, staring at the wall with a horrified expression. He was vaguely green around the collar of my shirt.
“You wanna stop. That’s why you told me. You wanna stop.”
I swallowed thickly. “Con–”
“Christ, kid! What happened to relationships and sex and school are too much? We said–”
“It’s out of my hands!” I gasped, Connor’s glare finally snapping to mine, melting me into the floor. “I don’t want to go out with him–you know my mom expects me to–”
“Fuck, I know, you’re parents want you to be a fucking baby factory with a rich husband, I know, okay?” He groaned, shoving his hands into his hair and dislodging the ponytail holder, his dark hair cascading around his shoulders, his whole expression pinched.
I flinched, shutting my eyes, wishing desperately to be somewhere else. He didn’t mean it, he was angry–it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
“It’s just to appease my mom,” I sighed quietly, disgusted to realize how wet and broken my voice sounded. “Just to say I have a boyfriend, to keep her out of my hair. Otherwise she’d be down here every week, and I’d never be able to see you–”
“What if I pretended to be your boyfriend?” He said suddenly, making my gaze snap to his, despite my discomfort. He was staring seriously at me, and I felt sick to realize he was sincere.
“Trust me, Con, you don’t wanna do that.”
To subject him to that kind of scrutiny would be unfair. Connor was my favorite person in the world right now, and, despite coming from a good family, my mother would be less than thrilled to hear I was involved with an art major with a juvenile record.
He snorted. “I know I’m no Jared–”
“Don’t,” I glared. “Don’t. I’m sorry, but yeah, we can’t have sex for awhile, okay?”
“Fuck,” he hissed.
I felt sick–like crying. “I’m sorry if that ruins our friendship for you. I thought you might be able to tolerate spending time with me when I’m not getting you off.”
Connor’s horrified expression let me know he hadn’t actually thought of that, but it didn’t mean he hadn’t known.
“Hey,” he said softly, rolling off the bed to stand, his hands out stretched as if he was scared to spook me. “Hey, that’s not–hey, don’t cry.”
“No,” he growled, coming forward to wrap his arms around me, still wearing that stupid crop top, pressing his face into my neck. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” he murmured, his lips brushing my jaw. “You come first, you always come first. I’d rather have you than sex, you know that, right?”
His fingers scraped under my shirt to press against my skin, pulling me tighter to him, his fingertips tripping with friction.
“I know,” I sighed, going limp against him and wrapping my arms around his neck–it felt nice just to be close. “I’m sorry.”
He pulled back, reaching up to cup my face, his fingertips burning where they thumbed my cheeks, wiping away the stray tears. He stared down at me so intently, and I realized he was still scared.
“Before your lame ass date, you wanna get some take out?” He asked with a crooked grin, leaning in to kiss my forehead quickly.
“Fine, but you have to change,” I giggled, pulling away despite his protests to grab my purse from his desk.
“I refuse to change–this color looks too good on me.”
“I can’t believe you’re gonna wear one of my shirts on your date with that wank,” Connor groaned, watching me button up one of his shirts over my chest, shaking his head. “He’s gonna try to cop a feel–it’s like he’s grabbing my boob, kid. That’s the worst violation of all.”
I rolled my eyes, brushing my hair back from my forehead. “First off, they’re still my boobs, but I promise I’ll bring the shirt back in mint condition. I doubt I’ll be kissing him tonight.”
Connor grinned around a mouthful of rice–he was cute like that, I realized, cheeks full and eyes crinkled with a smile. His mood had flipped swiftly, thank goodness, despite the fact it had started to pour outside, the sky pitch black despite the fact it was still early in the afternoon.
“Maybe he’ll buy you something nice,” Connor grinned. “I’m sure he’s loaded. If he brings a friend, make sure you hit on him.”
I snorted, but pulled on my slightly dirty skinny jeans anyway. “If he brings his friend on a date, I’m walking out and taking you home for thanksgiving.”
Connor grinned again. “God, that’d be rich.”
Thunder pounded through the room, making Connor’s hair products shake on his desk, causing me to jump back onto the bed to be near Connor.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared,” he teased softly, glancing out the window to see the downpour. “Christ, maybe you should stay in tonight. Last thing you need is to be trapped in some shitty French restaurant with mademoiselle rat face.”
“You’re hilarious,” I said bitterly, watching the leaves paste themselves to the window pane. “But, maybe I should reschedule. That’s not a shitty thing to do, right? It looks awful out there.”
“Nah,” Connor said around another mouthful. “Plus, if you do, we can have one last hoorah–okay, you’re right, sorry.”
I just grinned, hitting him lightly upside the head. “You can finish up in the shower, pretty boy.”
He frowned. “Fine.”
I pursed my lips, glaring out into the storm again. “I should call Jared ask him to reschedule,” I sighed again, feeling only vaguely guilty. I mean, what were the odds Jared even wanted to go on this date? Our parents set us up, for goodness’ sake.
I wondered briefly if Connor had worn this shirt in highschool, if Jared would recognize it.
“I highly recommend standing him up,” Connor said chipperly. “Allow me to hand you your phone–”
Connor froze, still half stretched across the bed, staring at my phone on the nightstand.
“Oh my God.”
“What?” I asked, concerned. “Is everything okay?”
“Oh my God,” Connor said again, this time dissolving into a fit of giggles, yanking my phone off the charger and throwing it on the bed. “I can’t believe this!”
“Connor, if you don’t tell me–”
“He stood you up!”
“What?” I screeched, fumbling for my phone, surprised to see a few missed texts on my home screen.
Srry 4 the short notice, do you think we coukd meet some other time? Don’t wanna get caught in the strom
“He can’t even spell,” I muttered in disgust, throwing my phone onto Connor’s bare stomach that shook with laughter.
“This is hilarious, oh my God. It’s so sad, you look so cute and everything! You were gonna put on mascara for that asshole!”
“I’m gonna dump this soy sauce on your shirt, Murphy.”
“Sorry, sorry, geez!”
He put down his plastic fork, reaching across the mattress to stroke his hand across my bare arm. For a minute, I thought he might ask me how I felt, but instead just asked, “Are you up for a round of Battlefront?”
I grinned, beginning to undo pearline buttons of Connor’s nice navy shirt. “I’m gonna kick your ass.”
He grinned, eyes crinkling at the corners and his lips cracking with the force of his smile. “I look forward to it.”
Preview: Something breaks open inside of you, then, something heavy and consuming, and you turn your head before he can deepen the unexpected kiss, biting your lip as he rests his forehead against your temple and curses quietly.
“It’s not what you think,” you breathe, trying your best to keep your voice level, pushing gently at his chest. “I just…it’s hard to explain, Jim.”
Word Count: 3,868
Notes: Well, it took about a week, but the urge to write a Kirk fic became unbearable. I don’t have much to say this time around, so I’ll keep this brief. Title comes from this song, which I listened to as I was writing, and this takes place almost immediately after Beyond. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Other than that, enjoy!
Hello my loves! Just thought I’d get this out to you before my short break from writing. I have a request that is done too, so once I reread it and fix whatever mistakes there are, I’ll have that posted too. Love always <3
Warnings: None really. Language of course, but we are dealing with the Blinders, am I right? That’s to be expected
The sun flooded through the windows of the room Polly let me stay in, waking me up from a less than ideal night of tossing and turning on the mattress.
Warnings: BDSM, Collaring, Dom!Dean, Sub!Reader, slight breath play, oral sex (male receiving), fluff, smut, rough sex
Square filled: Collars for @spnkinkbingo
A/N: Alright, I haven’t felt like writing much recently, it is a combination of personal things and also feeling like I am not sure if it is really something anyone actually cares about when I write. This idea came to me last week though and I swore to myself that I was going to finish it.
If you like this feedback would be so appreciated!!! Sometimes I need a little acknowledgment to keep doing this for Y'all
You scraped your fork against your plate, moving around some fries from one side to the other, waiting for him to finally speak. You weren’t sure why you felt so nervous, normally you had no problem eating a meal when Dean cooked for you, but tonight for some reason you didn’t feel the least bit hungry. Instead, you kept glancing up at the green eyes that were absorbed in looking at their own plate seemingly oblivious to your distress. Or at least that’s what you though.
“Is everything alright baby girl?” His voice said, and even though his tone was casual you had known Dean long enough you could hear the slight worry that wavered on your nickname.
You looked up at him, and the way his brows were creased together as he took in your appearance was a dead giveaway for just how concerned he was, you decided to be honest with him. Honesty was the most important aspect in the type of relationship you and Dean had.
@allyadarth asks: Hi darling! I finally found a request for you. I got some news this week that made me feel discouraged and thought maybe I could ask a Newt X reader where he comforted her? Your writing calms me down and is so pure, I thought it would be perfect! Love you ❤❤ @allyadarth
Darling, I hope this helps to comfort your heart. :) I am sorry it is a bit short as I have had a PILE of responsibilities on my shoulders this last week. I hope whatever is going on in your life gets better. Enjoy some Newt cuddles in the meantime and know that I’m thinking of you.
Just a side note: my requests are officially closed. I am just keeping a promise with this one. When my life finally settles down I will hopefully be able to do some but we shall see. :)
It had just been one of those weeks. Nothing was going to plan. Work was an absolute nightmare. You burned your hand trying to cook pasta. You received terrible news that left you feeling really discouraged. Then, to top it all off, you missed the train ride home. Burdens were piling up inside your heart and you were not sure how much more you could take.
Upon arriving home that evening your melancholy feelings only continued. The apartment was still and quiet. Newt’s case was resting wide open in the middle of the sitting room rug. As much as you needed him you decided that rather than disturbing his nightly rounds you would just curl up on the sofa and wait, kicking off your high heels.
Feeling defeated, you hesitantly shut your eyes and drifted off to sleep, hoping that when you awoke the world would seem a little more cheerful.
Presently, the scent of mint tea and buttered toast wafted through the air. Your eyelids fluttered several times. Sitting next to you was Newt, holding a mug of tea directly in front of your face. The precious sight of his eyes peering into yours melted your heart.
“Hello, darling. You never came to tell me you were home. Are you hungry?”
Newt knew that something was wrong. He could tell by the exhaustion in your eyes and the frown upon your lips.
“I am a little hungry.” You mustered with a faint smile.
“Right, then…” Newt could tell from your resting position that your energy level was completely drained. Concerned, he moved next to you and held a piece of toast to your mouth, waiting for you to take a bite.
You took the smallest bite and chewed slowly as tears filled your heartbroken eyes.
“Come here, love.”
Newt put the toast on the plate and propped himself against the arm of the sofa. He pulled you between his legs and rested your back against his chest before running a hand down your arm. He laced your fingers together, “Darling, what happened?”
Your voice quivered, “This week has been so difficult. I hardly know where to begin…”
Newt sucked on his bottom lip, pondering, he had been so wrapped up in his work that he had not noticed anything out of the ordinary. His heart broke a little as he noticed the tears start streaming down your cheeks.
Over the next several moments you spilled your heart out to Newt about all of the horrible things that had happened. “Then I received this news… that really discouraged me. Nothing feels right, Newt. I’m just so overwhelmed.”
“Oh, my dear. Let me help you. Please. Let’s go lie down. Would that help?”
You shook your head yes, not finding the strength to argue.
Newt assisted you from the couch and led you to your bedroom where he helped you change into something more comfortable, “The purple one or the blue one?” He laughed, holding up two different pairs of pajamas.
“Which one do you like?” A small smile formed on your lips.
“I really don’t have a preference.” He teased, choosing the blue.
Newt cupped your cheek in his palm and sighed, “Everything is going to be fine, darling."
You sighed as he dressed you. You felt somewhat robotic. You loved that he was being so loving and sweet but your heart felt too damaged to respond. Sensing your pain Newt quickly helped you get into the covers before changing quickly himself.
He carefully pulled you against his chest an let the warmth of his body comfort you. You traced your finger over the lines of his pajamas and sighed. If nothing else, you felt protected and that was what you really needed at the moment.
"Darling. What do I always tell you?”
You thought for a moment. There were MANY things that Newt Scamander always told you. However, you had a feeling that you knew exactly what he was going to say. Your voice was small, “Worrying means you suffer twice.”
“Exactly.” He smirked, kissing your cheek, “Do you believe me?”
“I do…but… Newt, some days are just too difficult I find it hard to remember.”
“I know, darling. Did I ever tell you why I chose to live by that philosophy?”
You shook your head no, unable to recall if he had ever fully explained it.
“One time… as I was serving on the eastern front in the war, with the dragons, I sustained a horrible injury.” He pointed out a long scar on his arm, “I know it does not look like much but this caused me to lose a lot of blood - too quickly. I laid there on the battle field. I thought I would die… and this soldier… next to me… he was dying. Horrible injury.” Newt shuddered at the memory, “He looked deep into my eyes and smiled… he SMILED as he lay dying and said, ‘Scamander’?”
Your heart broke a little, thinking of the hardships Newt had seen but never really spoke about.
“He said, 'Scamander…don’t worry… you’re going to be fine… if you worry – you won’t make it. It will only cause you to suffer more than is needed.'” Newt paused, “Darling, he was dying yet he had the strength to comfort ME. I hope I can do the same for you, my dearest love.”
You sighed, tucking your head under his chin. You could feel his breath fanning your face and it was the sweet smell of mint tea and cinnamon. The familiarity of it grounded you and made you feel peace and strength.
“Are you falling asleep on me?” Newt teased, kissing the crown of your head.
“No… I was just thinking of how brave that man must have been.”
“You are brave too, darling.”
Your heart melted. You didn’t feel brave. “No, not like that.”
Newt tilted your chin to gaze into your eyes, “No, not like that… you’re not fighting in a war but you are fighting the battle of day to day life. Sometimes, that can be even more difficult. I am desperately proud of you, love.”
You smiled, for the first time, and felt your heart soften. Newt was just what you needed.
Newt rested his forehead against yours, “Are you feeling better?”
You shook your head yes.
“That’s wonderful. Now…” He ran a hand down your neck, “May I kiss you, darling?”
Newt kissed your nose gently before melting into your lips. You felt his heart beat quicken as you raked a hand through the curls at the back of his head.
"Merlin…” He gasped.
You couldn’t help but giggle at his messy hair and the goofy sideways smile that formed on his lips.
“I love you, Newt.”
“I love you more.” He smirked, affectionately pulling you closer for another kiss. “Everything is going to be just fine, darling.”
It was hot. It was so hot, he would’ve welcomed death. It was the kind of hot that dripped down his back, stuck to his thighs, and seeped into his veins, making it impossible to remember a time when he wasn’t so goddamn hot.
He climbed up the stairs to his apartment on the fifteenth floor, dragging his feet up the steps, the weight of his legs too much to bear under the thick heat. With each conquered flight, he allowed himself a few seconds of respite while he pumped himself up to take on the rest of the stairs - one more flight to go.
When he makes it, he slumps against the doorframe and breathes heavily, pulling a heavy hand through his sweaty hair. He groans slightly, but then thinks against it, as complaining about the heat required more energy than he was willing to emit.
Unlocking the door, he drops his belongings at his feet, whining at how hot his fifteenth-floor, one-bedroom loft is. Moving to New York City had never been in the plans, but when the opportunity to establish a homebase for his own record label came about, he knew he’d be stupid to pass it up. He’d always loved New York, always inspired by the industrial feel, never lonely in the city that never sleeps. He’d gotten used to the hustle and bustle of the city, and he enjoyed watching the seasons change throughout the year. He figured nothing could get much hotter than Los Angeles in July, but he didn’t account for what the center of New York City had to offer. At least LA had a breeze - at least LA had open spaces - at least LA had swimming pools. The heat in New York City nearly made him feel trapped, unable to escape the skyscrapers and concrete, closed in on all four sides.
He’d always liked the heat. It meant that he could cool off in a large body of water, the relief of silky waves something to write home about during the hot summer months. He’d felt at home in the water, never fearful of the ocean or diving into the deep end of a pool. He relished in how it made him feel weightless, how the water calmed his nerves and relaxed every muscle in his body. He’d always loved the heat, but he’d never experienced this. A heat that he couldn’t escape, a heat that he couldn’t find solace from.
He slowly makes his way to the windows - large, streak-free glass rectangles - and opens them up. The relief is minimal, but at least it provided a slight breeze that provided a relief lasting all of two seconds. Yellow taxi cabs honk below him, the flow of traffic at the intersection outside of his building coming to a halt. Without the traffic lights working, everyone forgot how to drive. He rests the heels of his hand against the windowsill, looking down on the street while his forearms glisten with sweat in the sun. He shakes his head knowingly and wonders if he had ever seen a more chaotic sight. He’d performed for screaming fans in stadiums that sat a hundred thousand people, but it was an experience to see the entirety of New York City shut down. The last city-wide power outage had been in 2003, but back then, he was still a young boy in Holmes Chapel, never thinking that he’d find himself here, with his own apartment worlds away from the small town he loved so much.
Request/Inspiration: Not a request! It just came to me!
Summary: “Can you do me a favor and be my fake girlfriend for the weekend?”
A/N: I was going to do it the other way around, but I wanted to try something else. I switched it around. Anyways, happy April! I hope you enjoy this fic! I know I haven’t posted a story in a while, please forgive me! Shoutout to my beb @dear-alexander for reading an excerpt and giving me some advice. <3
Pairing: John Murphy X Reader Requested: Yes Warnings: vulgar language, violence, and slight sexual themes A/N: Sorry this is late, I have a busy week! To the anon that requested this– I hope you enjoy it! Word count : 1685
“What was that sound?” Murphy asks, his head moving toward the noise that came from farther up the shore.
“I don’t know, hopefully someone here to kill you, so I don’t have to have your blood on my hands,” you reply from your place on the sand. You two had been lying on the beach since Jaha had run off, following more of his crazy delusions. It’s two days after you’d been wandering in through the dead zone with Jaha and his group of misfits. You can’t shake the memories from your head.
Holy shit. That’s all that passed through your mind as you watched Harris’s body be blown to pieces by the land mine he stepped on. You had made the decision to follow Jaha into the dead zone, now you wished you had thought this idea through with a little more foresight. Sadly, you realize, nobody would miss you, if you were the one who’d stepped on the land mine. All of the delinquents you’d been sent to Earth with despised you, you were notorious for your sarcastic comments, bad attitude, and ‘don’t fuck with me’ persona. Everyone had avoided you, afraid to piss you off and be on the other side of your right hook. The only people that could have wanted you to stay back, in case you died, had already died themselves. Your parents. They died during the Ark’s descent to Earth, of course the station they had been on was the one that burned up in the atmosphere. But now, you’re following a deranged man, that thinks he’s the messiah, into unknown territory. This is definitely at the top of the list entitled 'stupid decisions Y/N has made’.
Of course that journey was filled to the brim of sarcastic, nasty comments thrown between you and Murphy. You can’t remember ever saying one nice thing to the boy. Back at the dropship you two got into quarrels almost every time your eyes locked, both of you are not only short tempered, but ready to fight at a moment’s notice.
“If it is a murderer I’d be glad they killed me, then I wouldn’t have to deal with your annoying ass all the time,” came Murphy’s sarcastic reply drawing you out of your thoughts. He lifts his body from the sand and makes his way over to the lighthouse.
“Well, are you coming or not?” Murphy asks you, in a demanding tone of voice, obviously annoyed that you weren’t following him.
“Y-yeah, yeah,” you say struggling to stand up, your leg still bleeding from the sea monster attack. Murphy starts up the hill, while you hobble behind him, as fast as your two legs can carry you. Nearing the lighthouse you see Murphy racing inside a hole in the wall, the noise you two heard must have been a door opening. You still, your instincts are screaming at you to be cautious and not go inside. But, you ignore them and continue through the frame once you hear music coming from inside.
“Woah,” you whisper under your breath. Once you’re at the bottom of the stairs, your eyes soak in everything around you. There’s a pool table standing in the middle of the room, alcohol littered the counters, motorcycles you had only seen in history textbooks were parked in the hallway.
“Look at this place,” Murphy says, head turned over his shoulder at you, “There’s food, music, running water, everything I’ve ever needed. Now all I need is someone to share it with, sadly my only option is you.” He pours himself a glass of alcohol, you can’t tell what type it is from this far away. Moving toward him you say, “Hey asshole, you’re not who I’d want to be here with either. Pour me a glass while you’re at it. I’m gonna explore.”
You walk down the hallway, taking a mental inventory of everything you see. There’s only two rooms down this way: a bathroom containing a shower and toilet, and one bedroom fitted with a king-sized bed. You choose to explore the bedroom first. The bed is covered in an inane amount of pillows, too many for one person to ever need. Throwing open the closet doors you see it’s as full as the kitchen cupboards.
“I’m gonna utilize the shower in here, ya know, get the rest of Harris off me. When I’m done you should do the same!” You call out to Murphy after exiting the bedroom. He’s sitting on the couch, engrossed in a video on the screen. “What is that?” You question, taking a step closer to him.
“Nothing,” he tells you after tearing his eyes away from the screen. He seems out of it, as if he weren’t expecting what happened in the movie. “Go take your shower, you reek.” Suddenly Murphy is back to his normal agitating self.
“Only if you promise to take one after,” you sneer. It’s a half hearted come back, even Murphy can tell. You’ve never seen him act like that, a shell of himself, like he wasn’t really there. Even if you hate the kid you can’t help but to worry about him. Just because the top layers of your personality consist of sarcasm, bitterness, and hatred, doesn’t mean that there’s not a nice, caring, and sympathetic core underneath. Turning, you walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on. There’s no use in asking Murphy more about it, he wouldn’t open up to you anyways.
In the shower, you relish the warmth of the water as it envelopes your body. You’d forgotten how good this felt. You watched as the grime that covered your body was washed down the drain, this is the first time you’ve felt truly clean in months. After taking thirty minutes to fully cleanse yourself, you step out of the tub and grab a towel that was stashed under the sink. Wrapping it around your body, you open the bathroom door and make your way to the bedroom. You open the door to find Murphy sifting through the closet, looking for god knows what.
“Throw me some clothes, will you?” you ask in a not-so-friendly voice.
“Maybe if you make it worth my while,” he says, a smirk crossing his face as his eyes linger over your towel clad body.
“Only in your dreams, Murphy.” You walk to the closet trying to nudge him aside to grab clothes yourself. It doesn’t work, he stands stock still, his clothed body brushing against your bare skin.
“Why dream when the real thing is right in front of me?” he smirks, dragging his hand up your arm.
“Oh, only if you hadn’t been such a dick to me. Maybe your fantasies would have become a reality,” you whisper to him before striding back to the bathroom, clothes in hand.
“Well, you’re no walk in the park either, bitch,” he calls after you. “Before I forget to tell you, the door closed. Tried opening it, but it’s no use, we’re trapped in here. Together.” You looked over at him, the fear on your face clear as day. Your body starts going into panic mode, breathing becoming erratic, heart racing. “I wouldn’t worry so much, there’s plenty of food, okay?” His voice sounds, dare you say, caring. You nod at him, concealing your emotions, then turn to continue the task you were doing. After getting dressed you head back into the bedroom, planning on going to sleep, but stop in your tracks when your eyes land on Murphy taking his shirt off.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he tells you with a smirk spreading across his face. How did he know that you were looking at him? His back was to you. You decide to ignore him.
“Uh, I hope you know, I plan on sleeping in that bed.” You switch off the light, and start walking to the bed side closest to the door.
“And I hope you know, I’m not sleeping anywhere but this bed,” he starts pulling the covers back. You continue getting into, what you’ve deemed, your side of the bed.
“You better not try and cop a feel, or else you’ll be waking up with no hands,” you snarl at him before lying down and pulling the covers around your body.
“Trust me, I wouldn’t dream of it,” he replies, situating himself in bed. You both face away from one another, staring at the walls. It only takes you a few minutes to drift off to sleep. It’s been so long since you’ve felt the comfort of a soft bed, fluffy pillows, and a warm blanket around you. That combined with the exhaustion of wandering through the deadline for days, makes it easy to forget about not being able to leave this lighthouse. Until you start dreaming, that is.
You’re sat on the couch, facing the television screen. Looking around you notice a body, lying in front of your feet, lifeless. Examining it you see the bony body, and sunken in face of Murphy. Screaming, you try to move as far away from him as possible, but you’re stuck staring into his blank, dead face.
You feel something wrap around your body, stilling your thrashing movements. Slowly, the scene fades away into blackness. A calm floods over you, and your mind keeps the nightmares away, allowing you to have a good night’s sleep.
You wake up in the morning, feeling well rested and safe. Shifting, you feel an unusual weight on your waist. You turn your body to face the presence behind you, and you see Murphy’s sleeping face. Pictures from your nightmare come to mind, pushing them away you take in his features: pale skin, sharp cheekbones, long dark eyelashes, smooth pink lips. He looks so innocent when he’s asleep and can’t spew rude comments at you. Sighing, you decide to enjoy this moment of peace, and cuddle closer to him. His arms tighten around you, and you start to think that maybe being stuck in this place with him could be a good thing.
my love, I hadn’t heard this song before this request but damn. ALSO IF YOU
KNOW THE LINE/SCENE I’M USING, SAY AYYYYY.
you have time, would you consider doing an imagine where the reader takes
Ralph’s hand and has him dance with her to Hymn for the weekend? Thanks.”
Coldplay ft Beyonce – Hymn for the Weekend
Warnings: Swearing, Drugs & Alcohol use
I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3 And the line/scene I used is not mine.
The year was 2037, and Raphael was
sitting in his favorite mutant bar in the middle of New York City. The bustle
of different species rushing around him felt like a blur, his eyes hazy as he
watched the white paper in his hand fizz away to smoke around him, inhaling the
intoxicating scent. The crystal glass of brown liquid was regularly topped up
as the bar tender stared at him with sad eyes.
He had fucked up real bad, told you that
he never wanted to see you again and then left, and was now alone at a bar,
spinning his wedding ring on the counter on your wedding anniversary. Due to
the superhuman mutagen, he couldn’t get drunk, even if you wanted to.
“You look like you could use a pick me
up.” A smooth elegant voice said to him from next to him at the bar, but he
didn’t have the care or energy to lift his head up. He was a married man, like
hell he was going to flirt with this random girl anyway. “Let me buy you a
drink.” She pushed it, basically pressing herself up against his bicep. She had
a yellow tinge to her skin, and long red hair that tickled his green scales.
In that moment, he remembered when he
first met you. He was with Leo, eager to find him a hot lay for the night to
get over whatever mutant chick he was fawning over, but Leo ended up finding
him his lay for the night. He motioned to the end of the bar with his head,
raising his glass to his lips.
“Girl checking you out, 9 o clock.”
“Yes, stop, don’t look yet- Raph I’ll
tell you when to look-”
“My 9 o clock or your 9 o clock.”
“Why does it matter, it’s the end of the
bar- Oh your looking, oh okay.”
Raph made direct eye contact with you.
You looked beautiful. Your hair pinned up in a messy bun, some hair cascading
down to frame your face. He was instantly smitten. Making his way over, he was
beaten by a skinny, rat looking guy with a tank top and a gigantic ego.
“Hey baby, I need a drink, let me get
you one too.” He heard you take a deep sigh, it was probably the billionth time
that night that you had been hit on.
“Honestly, what happens if I enjoy the
drink.” The guy was eager to say the least, staring at you with lust filled
eyes as Raph just watched from the sidelines, ready to dive in if it went pear
shaped. He remembers the raspiness of your voice, probably from not having
talked most of the night. “I’ll tell you
what happens, we’ll go back to your apartment, and listen to your roommate have
sex with Rachel, or Natalie, or whatever the fuck her name is. And a year
later, we’re still in the same place, listening to the same shit except it’s a
different girl and you also feel the pressure to get married and have kids
because that’s what you think I want.”
This should’ve been where Raph imputed a
smooth line, but he just stood and watched in awe.
“And then we’ll drive up to your parents
mansion, Martha’s Vineyard right? And we’ll have to drink shitty wine, with
shitty people and your shitty mother.”
“What the fuck dude, I was just asking
to buy you a drink.” The guy, lifting his hat and running a hat threw his
greasy mess of hair, stood up, a confused expression on his face.
“Yeah, but it wasn’t just a drink though
was it?” Raphael finally interrupted, sliding into the seat the guy stood up
from and set his glass down on the counter. Surprise and amusement fell on your
face as Raphael watched you with giddy eyes.
“It was a marriage proposal.” By this
point, the idiot uttered curse words at the pair and wandered off, and Raphael
had already ordered the pretty girl another drink.
A small smile slipped on his face,
reminiscing the memory. And when he did, the girl was long gone. He’d obviously
not given her the attention she desired, but someone else was sat at the bar,
their own wedding ring sat next to his. The size difference of the two was
“[Y/N]?” He looked up, dazed with blood
shot eyes. He didn’t know how you had found him, but he was really glad you did. Maybe it was because he needed the company, but it was probably because he really needed you with him then.
“Hey Romeo,” smiling, you took his hand
in your own. And that was that. As far as he was concerned, there was no more
bad blood and the look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know.
“Come dance with me, hm?” you stood up, pulling him towards the center of the
now almost empty bar.
It was then he realized, their song was
on. The same song from the first night they met.
angel sent from up above / You know you make my world light up
You already had your hand in his, but
you lowered it slightly, pressing your other hand to the side of him. You felt
the fabric of the fancy custom dress shirt he had bought for the evening. It
was soft, and smelt like cologne. Smirking, you shuffled closer to him. The
song was old, but timeless. Soon enough, the two of you were rocking side to
side to the beat of an enchanting song.
is a drink, and love’s a drug / Oh, now I think I must be miles up
The smell of alcohol and marijuana was inebriating
to you, but you didn’t mind. Your temple was against his chest, as you felt his
arms grip you tighter. It wasn’t like him to let you go, but you didn’t think
he would any time soon.
When I was a river,
dried up / You came to rain a flood
He was damn certain, listening to the
song, that you had saved him that night. Splinter had given up on him,
pestering him to find a nice girl like Donnie and Mikey to settle down with. He
spent his days aimlessly having sex with women to fill this missing void that
he felt so deeply when he looked at his brother’s children.
“Baby…” he heard you mumble, and when he
looked down you were staring right at him with a gleaming look in your eye.
“What’re you thinking about?”
Pour on a symphony /
Now I just can’t get enough / Put your wings on me
Raphael didn’t know how to respond for a
while. How was he supposed to put the words together? You’d been married for 5
years it should’ve been easy. But you’d had the discussion of no children, and
you both fully agreed. You were both happy with where you were at in life, and
you both felt a baby would only complicate it. But Raphael had never felt this
type of warming sensation, other than when with you, when he talked about children.
With full trust in his heart, he stared
back down and smiled nervously.
“I want to- well, only if you want- I
want to start a family with you, [Y/N].”
Title: A Song for the Dead Chapter: 1/1 (?) Paring: Gaston/Witch!Reader Words: 2,639 Summary: You are a young witch living alone in the woods, until one day you feel odd. You are led to a man, dead, in the woods. Using your powers, you mange to revive him. A/N: okay this was intended to be a oneshot, but?? i’m not opposed to turning this into a series if you guys want? like, it’d have the same premise, but it’d go into depth about the events that happen after he wakes up and stuff? idk also papa bless the lovely @darkwing-katy for editing this pos wOO BOY
As soon as you left your home that evening, you could sense something was wrong. Very wrong.
The forest was especially quiet that day, and there were restless spirits about.
This is my first smut so hopefully you guys like it…… And my god There’s nothing holdin me back sooooo GOOD!!!
The gold colours fabric of her dress clung to her body so perfectly it made her look priceless. Her hair was left down, natural an messy. Holding an aura of confidence that anyone in the room could sense. She is beautiful, gorgeous, without realizing so. Practically every guy in the room looked at her wanting to make there move but her attention was on only one.
He stood across the club with friends, a sweet face and black leather jacket, that hadn’t been what had caught her eye about him. Unlike all the other guys in the club, his eyes weren’t glued to her body, they stayed Fixed on her face. .
Y/n wondered when the stranger would approach.
By popular request here’s a part 5 of I like that. :)
Summary: Y/N’s Jughead’s friend who works at Pop’s where FP Jones saves her from a creepy fratboy and that intrigues her. They end up getting closer and closer by every second.
Summary for part 5: Y/N faces Betty’s Jugment again after waking up In FP’s trailer.
Y/N woke up in an unfamiliar place. She looked around realising it has to be morning. The place was small, there was some light coming from a shut window on her left. Realising she is not alone, she smiled once she realised that she was in the arms of one and only FP Jones. “Oh.” She thought back to the night before. First she had the fuck of her life with the man that has been driving her crazy for days and then she confessed some of her darkest secrets to him.
The girl didn’t remember coming in to the bedroom, FP carried her there once she fell asleep in his arms when they were talking on the couch.
“Mornin’.” A deep raspy voice made her jump a little before turning to face him with a smile. There he was, in all his glory. She didn’t know him long, but she knew more about him than she did about any of her ex boyfriends. Their relationship was built on talking, on trusting each other. Well, the great sex made him that much appealing.
“Good morning.” She couldn’t help but to look at him, he was so different from the rest. His face was stern, his edges sharp, there were scars all over his hands and even some on his chest. She had to wonder where he got them. Was it a bar fight? Did he fell down a pair of stairs? She might never know. She might not want to know.
“What are you smiling about?” FP asked, tucking the hair that fell on to her face, behind her ear.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “This is nice.’‘
’'This?” He said leaning down to kiss her before she quickly put her hand over his mouth making him look at her with confusion.
“I haven’t washed my teeth yet.” She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I don’t care.” He grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his lips.
“But I do.” She jumped out of bed and made her way to where she thew her purse the day before, pulling out a smaller bag, out of which she took a toothbrush.
“You can’t be serious?” He sneered, sitting up against his bed.
“What? I like to be prepared.” She shrugged once again before walking in to his bathroom. “Where do you keep your toothpaste?”
The man shook his head before getting up and walking in to the bathroom behind her. “Here.” He reached up, taking his toothpaste and his toothbrush from the top shelf.
“What kind of person keeps that on the top shelf?” She shook her head before taking it and starting to brush her teeth.
“What kind of person needs to be 'Always prepared’?” He asked in the same tone before doing the same. Y/N couldn’t help but smile. They looked like a couple who has been living together for ages. The way they stood, close to one another in the small bathroom, brushing their teeth before any of them had to go about their day.
Minutes later they were both back in the bedroom, kissing, like they haven’t been kissed in ages. “You’re right, this is nice.” FP smiled as they pulled away from the kiss. He didn’t know why, but with her he felt like everything was okay, like nothing could put him down.
“Oh my god!” She pulled away as soon as she saw the clock on the wall behind him.
“It’s 8AM!” She quickly gathered her things and made her way to the door. “I’m sorry, I really have to go.” She apologised before pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
“Hey, it’s okay. Give me a second, I’ll drive you to school.” He grabbed her hand, keeping her from running off.
“Okay.” She nodded, taking a deep breath, mentally making a plan for how she will get home, prepare breakfast for her mother, get changed and get to school.
“Ready?” FP made his way to her, now fully dressed, his keys in his hands.
’'Thanks.” Y/N smiled, pressing a quick kiss on FP’s lips when he parked in front of her house.
“You’re going to school after, right?’'
’'Good. I’ll take you.” He told her shortly.
“No, no, you don’t need to, I have to get changed and make breakfast for mum, and-”
“I’ll take you.” He cut her off, letting her know that was final.
“Okay.” She couldn’t help but smile. She hasn’t had that kind of relationship with anyone. It made her feel like she belong, like she was safe. “Okay.” She kissed him again before running to her house, where she quickly made her mum breakfast.
“Where were you?” Her mum asked, there was no worry in her voice, no anger, it was flat. Like always.
“Out.” The girl sighted, she hated this. She hated how her life looked, she hated who she had to become. And it was all her fault, it was all her mothers fault. She felt bad for feeling that way. She knew her mother was depressed and ever since hher father felt them, she was never the same that she once was.
“Okay.” Was all that the older woman said before Y/N walked upstairs, fixed up her make up and got changed in to a pair of high waisted shorts, paired with a white tank top that showed off her black strapy bralette. She put a pair of high heal boots and threw a black cardigan on top of everything before grabbing her bag and walking out of the house.
“Sorry that took that long.” She smiled apologetically as she sat back in his truck.
“It’s alright.” He said before looking at her, “Oh it’s more than alright.’'
’'Oh Shh.” She playfully slapped his arm as his eyes shamelessly looked at her body. ’'Eyes on the road, Jones!.“ She said making him laugh before starting the car and driving off.
The rest of the ride they stayed quiet, listening to the radio softly playing some Aerosmith song. His hand found its place on her knee, making her scoot closer and leaning her head on his shoulder as he drove.
’'We’re here.” He said as he parked the car in front of the school.
“Yes we are.” She sighed before looking around, making sure no one is watching them and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Have fun.” He smirked as she jumped out of his car.
“I wouldn’t count on it.” She laughed before winking at him and walking in to the school.
“Y/N Y/L!” A high peach voice greeted her.
“Hey Veronica.” Y/N smiled before turning to face her friend who must of just walked out of the classroom. Seems like the first period just ended.
“Who was that… Daddy, that just dropped you off?” She said, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the side.
“Don’t call him that.” The girl laughed rolling her eyes.
“Who is he?”
“Just some guy.” She brushed it off, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up on her cheeks. ’'Keep it between us? Please.“
’'Alright, it’ll be out little secret.” Veronica squealed like a little girl.
“Hey.” Jughead said, walking towards the two girls with Betty on his arm.
“Did you see Y/N-’'
”-missed the first period again.“ Y/N cut veronica off, stopping her from saying something that would get her in troubles. ’'Speaking of, the second period is about to start so, leggo.’'
The group nodded and everyone walked in their own direction. Y/N caught up to Betty which was now alone. ’'Hey, can we talk?”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” Betty said as she kept walking.
“Yes there is.” The girl sighed. “Look, about me and FP… It just happened. It was not my intention to hurt Jughead, you know I love Juggie.’'
’'Don’t say that!” Betty snapped, suddenly stopping and facing her friend. “Everything you do has an intention. You make everyone love you, so they don’t ask any questions. You have straight A’s so teachers don’t get on your case for breaking rules. You liked Jason so you broke him and Polly up…’'
’'Betty, no. That’s not it at all. Yes there is a reason behind everything i do, but it’s not what you think.”
“What is it then?’'
’'It’s hard to explain.” Y/N sighed as the bell rang. “Meet me at the bleachers at lunch time?” Before Betty could argue the other girl added, “I’ll explain everything, I promise.”
The day went by quickly and before Y/N knew it it was lunch time and she would have to face Betty Cooper at any moment. ’'Let’s do this.” She said to herself as she made her way to the bleachers where the blonde haired girl already sat.
’'I’m sorry, I had class on the other end of the school.” Y/N apologised before sitting down beside her. “Look, FP, he helped me out when some creep wouldn’t leave me alone at work.”
“So you jumped in bed with him to thank him?” Betty sneered.
“No. We talked, all night. And the night after, we talked again, we got to know each other. He knows me better than anyone else, even just after a couple of days. Then we kissed. We didn’t plan it. It just felt right. And yesterday.. we, we didn’t mean for anyone to see us. We sure as hell didn’t mean to hurt anyone.’'
’'But you did.’'
’'You told Jughead?” Y/N’s eyes widened.
“No, of course not, I can’t do that to him.” Betty said in a tone that made it clear to Y/N that there is no way of convincing her otherwise. “You hurt Polly.’'
’'I… I know” Y/N decided that she can not tell Betty the whole story. Mrs. Blossom would make sure she and her mother lost their house if she finds out that she betrayed her. “And I’m sorry.’'
”'Sorry’ doesn’t cut it, Y/N.“
“I’ll keep your secret, but you have to end it!” Betty said before standing up and walking away.
“What?” Y/N asked, knowing that Betty didn’t hear her. She knew she had to end it. There is no way that it would work, in the long run. But for right now. He was a nice distraction. He was a safe space.
The rest of the went by so much slower. The classes were just boring enough to give Y/N just enough time to think about everything. She caught herself reaching for her phone through out the day, wanting to text FP, before realising that she didn’t even have his phone number. It was all still so new. She felt like she knew him, but in reality, she met him a week ago.
“Finally.” She sighed with relief when the final bell of the day announced the end of school day. She walked out of the school before anyone could say anything else to her.
“Hey.” FP walked in to the Pop’s dinner, knowing Y/N would be there.
“Hey.” She said with a smile. Even seeing him made her feel better.
“How was school?’'
’'Don’t even ask.” She said walking out from behind the bar and wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
“That bad?” He instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close to him. The dinner was completely empty, like it usually was at this time of the night.
“Don’t worry about it, Teenage drama.” She said against his neck, not wanting to let go.
“Ah.” He nodded before pulling away just enough to look her in the eye. “You can still talk to me about it.”
“I know, Thank you.” She smiled before stepping on her tip toes and kissing him. And in that moment she couldn’t bare the thought of loosing him. Not now, not ever.