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body guard | jughead x reader

Originally posted by kylogue

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anonymous said: hey, i’d like to request a jughead x reader where jughead is like super protective over the reader. like he walks with her in school. sits with her in pop’s. the reader is never out of his sight (only when she’s home). and the reader doesn’t really mind, bc there’s a killer in the town and stuff. and it’s kinda hot thank youu^^

“you do know you don’t have to follow me everywhere i go” you joke as you start your journey from riverdale high to the infamous pop’s chock'lit shoppe, jughead hot on your heels

but let’s face it, when wasn’t he? you’d grown up in neighbouring trailers and he was always so over protective of you, he’d walk you to and from school, to pop’s, to the drive in. everywhere.

you loved it, he was your best friend and essentially one of the only friends you had. jughead had been transferred to southside high but it didn’t stop him for walking you to and from school, no matter what.

“you’re not my bodyguard yanno?” you tease earning an eye roll from the dark and broody raven haired boy.

“there is a killer on the loose yanno” he pokes back stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets, a famous jones smile hanging off his lips.

“see that excuse expired a week ago- the killers been found and put away. i don’t need a security detail anymore”

you can see the clogs turning on his head trying to come up with a witty response to your playful banter

“maybe i just like to be sure that a beautiful lady like you gets to her beloved diner in one peace” he smiles sweetly nudging your shoulder with his own

“oo smooth jones, but unfortunately not smooth enough. this girl can look after herself” you smirk spinning around on your hells, the ice seemingly a lot more slippery than you anticipated

next thing you know your put on your ass, the cool snow melting through your jeans. you cuss and let out a muffled groan as you glance up to see a smirking jughead.

“oh i can defiantly see that mrs slick” he jokes offering you a hand up, you hesitantly grab his hand as he pulls you up off the cold ground.

“damn it!” you exclaim feeling the wetness on your butt, “my damn butt is soaking wet now great!” the boy goes red trying to suck in laughter

“it can’t be that bad, turn around” you huff turning letting the boy free range at staring at your butt

damn” he mutters, you spin around quickly trying to get a good look yourself “what! is it that bad? you panic

he licks his lips shaking his head “oh no defiantly not i think it looks rather-” he pauses “peachy”

you turn and smack his chest “stop it you perv”

he places his hands up in defensive, wincing at your contact on his chest “first of all-ouch” he pause and you roll your eyes

“oh please i barley touched you-” he narrows his eyes at you silencing you as you allow him to continue.

“second of all you asked me to look- so i was just admiring what you were so gracefully born with” he argues a smirk etched onto his face.

“you owe me a milkshake jones” you complain

“because i proved you wrong or checked out the goods” he comments as we continue toward the diner

“now that you mention it, milkshake and fires” you smirk batting your lashes at the boy as you use your back to push open the door.

“would you look at that you holding the door open for me, how very twenty first century of you (y/l/n)”

“add a burger to that order, ill grab us a booth” you yell to the beanie boy as you slip into your normal booth waiting for jughead to slide in opposite you

“you’re going to make me go into bankruptcy” he mumbles as he slides in next to you, catching you off guard.

he senses your tense “everything okay?” he asks stretching his arm behind you resting on the booth.

“yeah just you never sit next to me, always opposite” you smile biting your lip as you notice your closeness

“maybe i wanted to sit next to you for once” he beams bringing a hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear

“and maybe since you let me check you out we’ve moved up in our level of friendship” he winks our food being placed in front of us

“what’s that supposed to me” you blush feeling the room growing hotter

“well i was hoping to move from platonic bodyguard to sexy serpent boyfriend” you eyes widen your stomach seemed to flip in your stomach.

“you think with that leather jacket your all slick huh?” you tease picking at your fries

“your bad boy leather jacket facade can’t win me over that easy jones” you smile feeling a little more at ease even though your insides were screaming at you to kiss him.

“oh really? you sure about that?” he smiles playfully, you kept your eyes trained on your fries knowing that one look into his eyes and you’d melt

“mhm” you muse

in one swift movement his beanie is in your hands and he’s running his long fingers through his luscious raven locks, a strand of hair falling infront of his eyes.

you stop breathing your heart hammering in your chest as your ovaries go into overdrive

you open your mouth to report with a snarky remark but you end up opening and closing your mouth at a loss of words, mumbling a inaudible response before your cheeks heat up.

“what was that?” he tease closing the gap between you slowly

“screw it ” you mumble pulling him by the collar of his leather jacket crashing your lips onto his, jughead spends no time kissing back pulling on your legs so they were draped over his lap.

you hands roaming over his chest before working their way up to his neck and hair as his hands stroke your leg, pulling your waist so they was no space between the two of you.

you were broken apart at the sound of pop clearing his throat, you turn red burying your head into his chest “sorry pop” jughead attempts to keep a straight face as the older man leaves our table, shaking his head.

“so was that a yes?” he asks

you bring your brows together “a yes to what?” you tease

“to being your sexy serpent boyfriend” he wiggles his brows placing a kiss on your neck

“i don’t know maybe just boyfriend” you joke cussing him to tickle you, letting out a small squeal gaining the attention of the owner once more. a scowl on his face.

“fine fine!!” you giggle

“fine what?” he argues

“you can be my sexy serpent boyfriend” you admit rolling your eyes as he boy grins helplessly

“only if i can be your sexy serpent princess”

he nods pecking your lips “you’ve always been my sexy serpent princess”

Shakespeare and Sin

In which Archie distracts the reader in the best way possible.

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Warnings: Smut, smut and more smut!

A/N: so I got a super positive response for me writing some riverdale smut and a request for some Archie x Reader so here it is. Pass me the holy water people!

You were sat at your desk desperately trying to finish your English essay whilst listening to the red-headed jock on your bed whine and groan about how bored he was. That boy was Archie Andrews – jock, musician and certified fuckboy. You weren’t really sure why he was there or what you were to him. All you knew was that despite his complete lack of judgement in sticky situations and his gullible nature, he was a total sweetheart and he liked you a lot. You were snapped out of your daze by the feeling of strong arms embracing you from behind and slightly chapped lips against your neck.

“You need a break…” he murmured against your skin, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

“I can’t…I have to finish this…” your voice trailed off as his lips found your ear, nibbling on the lobe lightly and eliciting a moan from your throat.

“Please (Y/N), can’t you just do it later?”

You were tempted and his breath on your skin clouded your judgement momentarily before you swallowed and composed yourself.

“Arch…I can’t,” you tried and failed to sound convincing and as you turned to attempt to look him in the eyes with faux sincerity he simply wet his lips and nodded. You turned back to your work, scanning the page trying to recollect your thoughts. You could feel Archie behind you still and you tried to ignore the sound of his heavy breathing and concentrate on the task at hand. His calloused hand came to rest on your shoulder and after a few seconds you noticed it inching further and further down. Your mouth became dry as his fingertips trailed down over your collarbone then further still. His finger circled around your nipple through the thin material of your tank top and your breath hitched in your throat. His finger didn’t linger though, it continued its path down your stomach and past your navel and heat flooded your cheeks the further south they got. The pressure between your legs built with anticipation and you clamped your thighs shut upon instinct. You swallowed the lump in your throat and he coaxed your legs apart slowly. Your arm curled behind you to grasp his neck and pull him in for a sloppy kiss, essay completely forgotten. How was it that he knew exactly what you wanted – exactly what you needed?

His long fingers began making slow, languid strokes against you, through your leggings and you bit your lip to stifle the moans threatening to escape your lips. His head rested in the crook of neck, sucking and biting on your sweet spot and leaving dark purple marks there. His hand drifted upwards to the waistband of your leggings and expertly slipped inside. The sudden skin-on-skin contact made you gasp and his palm flattened against you. Painfully slowly he slipped a finger into your entrance and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning his name in sultry tone. This made him gasp and encouraged him to slip in another finger, keeping them still and teasing you mercilessly.

“Please Arch I-I need…” you stammered, bucking your hips against his fingers in a feeble attempt to gain some friction. He grinned boyishly at the effect he had on you and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek before pumping his fingers. You groaned, finally satisfied by the pleasure he was providing you. Apparently, Archie wasn’t because he moved his thumb to press on your most sensitive bundle of nerves. One of your hands clutched the arm of your desk-chair whilst the other rested behind his neck, tangling your fingers in his luscious red locks. He began to pick up his pace, thumb circling your clit furiously whilst he whispered unforgivable things in your ear. With one final curl of his fingers you came undone around him, walls clamping around his fingers and his name falling from your lips in a guttural moan. He continued his movements until you had ridden out your high, falling limp against the chair, utterly spent. You gazed up at him with a captivated smile and he returned your stare with a lopsided grin.

“Better than your essay?” he asked, biting his lip and raising his brows in childlike anticipation for your answer. You hand came to rest on your chin as you mocked contemplation.

“I dunno Arch, Shakespeare might have got the upper hand with this one,” his eyes lowered to look at the ground and he mumbled a disappointed “oh…” until you burst into a fit of giggles. “I’m kidding Archie! It was amazing…you are amazing.”

With that you leaped up from your seat and pulled him into a tight embrace, peppering him with quick kisses to which he laughed and returned them in response. You had fallen for this boy, hard and every second you were with him you seemed to fall harder.

Christmas - Doyoung, Jaehyun, & Yuta (M)

yes, u read that correctly

Sugar Daddy!Doyoung AU ft. Friends

A/N: Pure filth, this is just pure filth. No background, no anything, just pure nastiness. I hope you’re already wet so we can hop right into things.
This is indeed a foursome. Have I ever done one? No. Have I ever written one? Not until now. [To be honest, I’m not really sure what people do to prepare to anal, so…]
Not to judge or anything, but if you go through with reading this, you are an official whore
™ for NCT

**WARNINGS: HEAVY SMUT, ANAL, & DEGRADATION!**
IF YOU HAVE STRONG MORALS AND DON’T CALL YOURSELF A HOE THIS IS NOT THE STORY FOR YOU-

Word Count: 2,439


Gingerly, you tugged the pastel tissue paper from the bag, gasping as your gaze fell upon the leather purse, your gaze glimmering as your carefully removed the purse from its’ confines.

“Merry Christmas,” Doyoung grinned, the slender stem of the wine glass twirling between his lithe fingers.

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From Friends to Lovers

Request:  Bucky x Reader, Fucking them bend over a big and high bed (so her feet don’t even touch the ground)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, unprotected sex (wear condoms), oral sex female recieving), 1 NSFW gif

A/N: So sorry I haven’t posted much today, It’s my birthday so I’ve been trying to finish this story, and spend time with my family. I haven’t had time to post ‘Tasha Tuesday stories today, but I’ll post some on Thursday to make up for lack of content today! Thanks so much for understanding!

Originally posted by sithlordalice

As the early morning rays of the sun peek their way into my room, I slowly open my eyes. I’m usually up and about before the sun rises, but this seemed like a special enough occasion to sleep in.

Turning to face the warm body lying next to me, I admire his handsome face. Strong jaw, stubbly chin, and long thick eyelashes lay against his cheeks, as he is still asleep.

Bucky had had another nightmare last night, and snuck his way into my room. He does this when he has night terrors, he says he can only sleep in peace when someone is next to him. Reaching forward, I push some strands of hair out of his face. He stirs, pursing his lips and squeezing his eyes shut. A groan escapes his lips as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me towards his warm body. I try not to squeal, I don’t want to wake him. The man doesn’t get enough sleep as it is. He groans into my ear, and presses his lower body into my backside. A deep blush covers my face, burying my face in my pillow.

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Forever and Always- Dylan O’Brien

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Dylan x Reader

Words- 3600

Warnings- some cheesy ass fluff, smut, slight daddy kink, swearing, unprotected sex ( wrap it in foil before you check her oil kids) idk what else

AN: SURPRISE!!!!!! With all these new pics and gifs of Dylan at tonights met game I had gained so much inspo! This wasnt really a request but @skepticalstilinski said someone should write about dyl and his jersey so i jumped at the chance! I wrote this in two hours and no its no proofread so sorry for any mistakes. (I just read this myself and I realized I switch between 1st and 2nd POV sooo much. Bare with me and I will try to edit it tmr). 


You and Dylan had been together for 4 years now and you could honestly say that you were head over heels in love with that man. You’ve lived together in a small 2 bedroom, 2 bath house for 2 years now. It was perfect for just the two of you.

Dylan was the type of person who was so chill and laid back. Yes he was famous, but he didn’t let that change who he was, and I loved him more because of it. In my eyes Dylan was just a normal guy. We met in a bar on my 21st birthday. The mets were playing on the tv’s and it was surprisingly quite dead. I was at the bar ordering shots when the Mets had scored a homerun and out of the corner of my eye the brown eyes beauty jumped to his feet, pumping his fist in the air, and hollering at the tv.

“Two shots please!” I yelled out to the man behind the bar. My best friend had ran off to the bathroom and I was now standing alone at the the counter ordering us shots for when she returned. It was pretty dead in here for a Friday night, but then again this place was on the outskirts of town where no one really went.

“Woooo baby!” I heard from across the bar. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw a man with his back to me. He has black jeans on, a white mets jersey, and a black hat with the mets logo on it placed backwards on his head. I turned my body to take in his appearance more. He hadn’t turned around yet so I wasn’t able to see his face, but from what I could see from the back of him he was hot. I giggled at the little scene he just made, a smile adorning my lips. It wasn’t meant to be loud It he definitely heard it.

He turned around looking for the culprit of the noise and that’s when your eyes met his. You were right, he was just as hot as the back of him. You eyes roamed his face, landing on the stubble spread sporadically across his chin. It wasn’t a lot but definitely enough to leave a burning sensation between your thighs.

“Hi” he spoke softly. You hadn’t realised he had moved closer to you and your cheeks turned red as you realised you were staring.

“Hi” you muttered. It came out quieter than you had intended but he still heard it.

“So what are you doing here all alone on your birthday?” He questioned, pointing to the golden sash placed around your upper half.

“Oh I’m not alone, my friend just went to the bathroom” Just as the words left my mouth You caught my best friend out of the corner of my eye on the dance floor with some guy she just met. “On second thought, she’s right there” You added with a chuckle and a slight grin.

“Well if you don’t mind I could keep you company?” He stated, sounding more like a question.

“I don’t mind at all” You responded. “So what’s a guy like you doing here all by himself?” His eyes were boring into yours with such intensity. His eyes were the color of honey and they were absolutely mesmerizing. His tongue poked out and wet his lips, the thought of his tongue making you shake coming back to the forefront of your mind.

“I wanted a drink but didn’t have any at home and also wanted to watch the game so I thought this was the perfect place,” he gave you a soft smile.

“I see, I’m guessing you also didn’t want somewhere crowded in case someone recognized you?” He smile faded and his eyebrows furrowed. “You know who I am?” He quizzically asked you.

“Of course I do, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable”

“I appreciate that” he softly spoke, a breath being released brim his chest.

He turned away from you for a slight second to look at the screen. An even bigger smile spread across his cheeks as his eyes landed on the score.

“How long have you been a fan?” I asked the very attractive man in front of me. He turned back to me with a smirk.

“Forever and always” he simply replied. “Are you a Mets gal?”

“Forever and always”

Over the four years that you had been together, you watched every single Mets game. It didn’t matter whether it was in a restaurant, at your house, or in a Stadium. You never missed a game, and every single time Dylan was clad in his White Mets jersey and his black Mets hat. This quickly became your favorite sight. Not only did you find it incredibly attractive seeing him so passionate about something, he looked good while doing it. His jersey clung to his back as he was hunched over with his elbows on his knees, outlining every one of his back muscles. His hat perched on top of his luscious locks that you so desperately wanted to run your fingers through while he pounded you into oblivion. You crossed your legs and rubbed them slightly together trying to create some kind of friction as the heat began spreading throughout your body at the dirty thoughts running through your mind.

“You alright baby?” He questioned, his eyes still glued on the tv.

“Ya I’m fine baby” you said through gritted teeth.

“No you’re not. You’re flushed, and your legs are clenched together. It’s the jersey again isn’t it?” ‘God how did he know me so well’ you thought to yourself.

“Fuck. Of course it is Dylan. You know what that damn thing does to me”


It was a Tuesday night, but it wasn’t any normal night. Tonight was yours and Dylan’s five year anniversary. He had the week off and so far you’ve spent it cuddled up on the couch binge watching your favorite movies together. However, tonight Dylan was taking you out to a nice restaurant to celebrate your years together.

Your were in the bathroom getting dressed when Dylan came in and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“How’s my favorite girl?” He whispered into your ear and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

“She’s good, how’s my handsome man?” You said while turning around in his arms so you were facing one another. Your hands moved to his cheeks and pulled him into a soft, sweet, and passionate kiss. It didn’t last long but it was still perfect. You pulled away and just stared into one another’s eyes for a few seconds. It amazed you that eve after so long, his eyes still made you feel like they did they very first time you looked into them.

“You ready to go?” He broke the silence and you nodded your head. He grabbed your hand and you walked out of the house and to his car. He opened the door for you before jogging around to his side and joining you in the Bentley.

The ride to the restaurant was filled with the sound of you two singing along to the radio. His fingers never left yours the whole way there. When you pulled up to the restaurant Dylan got out of the car to open up the door for you like the gentleman he was. His hand reached out for yours as he helped you out of your seat. Standing up, you smoothed out the end of your skin tight navy blue dress. You may or may not have worn this particular dress because it was his favorite color.

“You look so perfect baby” he said to you as you were waiting for the hostess to bring you to your table. A couple minutes had passed before you were both seated at a table for two in one of the more secluded back rooms.

You looked at the man across from you, your hands linked together across the table. Neither of you said anything but you knew exactly what the other was thinking. God I’m so in love with you. Your moment was ruined when the waiter came out and asked what you wanted to drink. You ordered a white moscato and Dylan ordered a blue moon. When the waiter left you went straight back to your bubble that only had enough room for the two of you. It sounded cheesy and it was, but you were so in love with this man sat in front of you.

The next hour went by quickly. After pulling away from each other you looked over the menus trying to decide what to order, you decided to order a couple of appetizers instead of full meals because everyone knew you two loved to have variety when it came to your food. While you waited for you me food you reminisced on some memories the two f you have shared over the course of five years. Thinking back, it felt like just yesterday you had met him that night at the bar. You two held small conversation filled with giggles as you ate your dinner and sipped on your drinks. The waiter had come back out and asked if you would like any dessert, you agreed and both decided to split a mini lava cake.

When the waiter came back out, he came out with a mini lava cake that had a number 5 drawn across the top in chocolate frosting. There was something else too. Underneath the plate was a rectangular box wrapped in brown paper and topped with a red bow. You looked to Dylan with furrowed eyebrows.

“I know we said no gifts but I had to get you this one” he spoke. “Go ahead and open it” he added. The waiter was still standing there which was pretty confusing to you. You pushed it to the back on your mind and focused on the gift. Your fingers worked quickly to tear back the paper and and your eyes were met with a white box. You lifted the top off of the box and saw what looked like a white button up folded neatly into the cardboard. Before you had time to reach for it. Dylan had grabbed something shiny from the center of the fabric and moved in front of you so he was down on one knee. You immediately gasped as the gears started turning in your mind. Your hands flew to cover your mouth and gears began to well in your eyes.

“Y/n 5 years ago all I wanted to do was get a drink and watch my favorite team. That same night you waltzed into a bar on your 21st birthday, little did we know that night would change the rest of our lives. 5 years, 5 beautiful years with the love of my life. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to spend my time with. You aren’t quite like anybody else I’ve ever met. Just your presence is enough to brighten my mood. You’re my best friend and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He took my hand in his as he spoke up once more. “Y/N  Y/L/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and making me the happiest man alive?” Tears had escaped your eyes and were freely running down your cheeks as you listened to his words. Before you had anymore time to think you quickly nodded your head and muttered a quick yes. He slipped the beautiful silver and diamond embedded ring on your finger and pulled you into a passionate kiss. Your mind was moving a million miles a minute as you tried to grasp what was happening. Dylan Obrien just proposed to you.

Your mind slipped back to what was still in the box. The white button up still folded neatly. You looked at Dylan and back to the fabric a few times before he told you to take it out. Once you unfolded the material you recognized it immediately.

“Dylan, this is your Mets Jersey” I said dumbfoundedly. I looked to him as if asking for an explanation and he was already one step ahead of me.

“I know, but I also know how much you love it and I think we can both agree that it looks much better in you.” You we’re smiling ear to ear as he spoke. “Turn it over” he instructed. You did as he said and turned over the white material in your hands. It was a coincidence that Dylan’s jersey hand already had the number 5 in bold blue thread, however, something was there that wasn’t before. The words ‘FOREVER AND ALWAYS’ had been added above the number 5. When you realised what the simple phrase really meant, you were a mess of tears and smeared mascara. Dylan took it from your hands and unbuttoned it, placing it on your shoulders. “I know it’s not much baby, but I wanted you to have it” His forehead rested against yours as he wiped the tears away with his thumbs.

“Are you kidding me? This means the world to me Dyl” once again you had pulled each other in for a kiss except this one was much more heated.


Your back slammed against the door as soon as it was shut. Dylan’s hands gripped hard against your hips.

The whole car ride Hope was filled with teases. His hand on your thigh slow inching up, you’d on his doing the same. As soon as he got the chance to kiss you, he took it.  Now here you were pressed up against the front door to your house.

His tongue entered your mouth without warning and quickly began massaging yours with his own. Your hands tangled behind his head gripping into his hair as his lips moved from yours to your jaw and down your neck. He left sloppy wet kisses all the way down the the fabric of your dress, surely creating purple and red bruises somewhere along the way.

“Alright come on, future Mrs. O'brien!” He said as he pulled away. You weren’t sure what he meant but before you could ask he had picked you up by the waist and thrown you over his shoulder. You squealed as he padded down the hallway to your room. Before throwing you on the bed, a quick smacking sound echoed throughout the room, a stinging in your ass soon following. He threw you down onto the mattress tugging his shirt off and throwing it to the floor before crawling over top of you and kissing his way up your body through your clothes. The feeling tickled and it made you giggle. You could feel him smirk against your stomach as he kept moving towards your face.

“God you look hot in this jersey” he pressed his lips to yours for a moment before pulling back and whispering against your lips, “but I think it would look even better on the floor.” A moan escaped your mouth at his words and your eyes met his. They were darker than normal and were filled with want and need. You sat up so he could push the jersey off your shoulders and down your arms, discarding it somewhere along with his shirt. Your hands moved to the back of your dress fumbling with the zipper. You slowly moved it down it’s track as you stared into his eyes and bit your lip. “Quit teasing” he mumbled as he reached behind you to finish unzipping the offending fabric. He pushed the strapless material down your body and you laid back down lifted your hips so he could fully remove it. He groaned as his gaze collided with your bare chest. You could tell he didn’t know you weren’t wearing a bra and you noticed the bulge in his pants growing bigger.

He was kneeling in front of you on the bed, you sat back up and reached to the buckle of his belt, quickly undoing it before doing the same with his button and zipper. You pushed his grey silk pants down his hips. He stood up off the bed and removed them completely. Your eyes landed on his perfectly outlined cock in his black briefs. You moaned at the sight before you. His hands moved to your panties as he slid them down your legs and he then removed his boxers too. He crawled back up the bed so he was hovering over you, his hand moved from your cheek to you breast, kneeling and tugging at your nipple. He then moved it down your side and gripped your hip surely leaving a few bruises. He continued moving closer and closer to where you needed him. His fingers grazed you folded just slightly, shivers shooting yo through you body. His finger dipped between your folds just long enough to be dragged all the way through.

“Fuck you’re already so wet baby” he moaned above you.

“I told you, it’s that fucking jersey” You responded quickly. “Now as much as I love our foreplay, I need you to fuck me right now” you pleaded through shaky breaths.

“Yes ma’am” he answered. His lips connected to yours in as hot, searing kiss. Your teeth crashed and your tongues immediately fought for dominance, his eventually winning. His hand that was rested beside your head moved down to stroke his hard member a few times. He lined himself up with your entrance before slamming into you with no warning. He didn’t give you time to adjust but quickly pulled back out before pounding back into you once again. Your back immediately arched up into his chest and your head rolled back into the pillow. He had never started out so tough before. This new side of him turning you on like crazy.

He took advantage of your newly exposed skin as your head was tipped back. His lips attached to your sweet spot right below your ear as he continued slamming into you. You reached up gripping onto his shoulders from beneath his arms. He continued his relentless speed causing you to take your nails down his back. He mewled at the pleasure, the vibrations from his mouth shooting from your neck down to your core.

“I’m …c- close… baby” you stuttered through panting breaths. He didn’t say anything but instead removed his lips from your neck and sat up so he was on his knees. He grabbed your legs resting your ankles behind his head. Your lower half was in the air as your head and shoulders were pressed into the bed. He gripped your hips ferociously and slammed back into you. This new position make your tits bounce back and forth. Your breath became ragged and your legs started to tremble. Your toes curled behind his neck and your hands wrapped the blue sheets beneath you. His pace never faltered as you screamed out, your orgasm crushing over you in waves. He rode out your high, letting you calm down from your high. He pulled out for a moment to let you catch your breath.

After you had both caught your breaths, he flipped you over so we’re now on your stomach. He grabbed your hips pulling them up so you were on your knees. You kept your arms and head down, pressing into the mattress. He stroke his cock once more before lining up and mercilessly pushing into you. He didn’t start off slow or steady, he slipped in and out of you with such force knowing you were still sensitive from your orgasm. His hand connected with the bare skin of your ass and your body jerked forward as you screamed out into the pillow.

“You like that, baby girl? You like when I teach you who’s in charge?” You moaned into the pillow trying to nod your head. He was not fond of your answer when he reached up gripping your hand into a ponytail and pulling your chest back to meet his.

“Answer me” he demanded in your ear.

“Yes, daddy” you mewled. He continued to pound into you from behind. You knew he was close when his pace began to falter. You were close too, so you moved one hand up to your breast and began kneading it roughly between your fingers. Your other hand moved down to your aching core and began ferociously rubbing figure eights on your clit. You breath quickened and you could hear Dylan’s did too. One more thrust and you had fallen forward, your juices releasing around his cock. Your clenched was enough for Dylan to reach his high and you soon felt his hot seed shoot through your throbbing core. He collapsed ontop of you before pulling out and rolling over into his back.

You were still on your stomach, both of you still trying to catch your breaths and come down from your euphoric highs.

You rolled over to look up at him through your hooded eyes. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you” you whispered to him, already half asleep. He pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Forever and always baby” he responded with a quick kiss to your forehead. He pulled the covers up over the two of you before he drifted off to sleep. You leaned up pressing your lips against his cheek.

“Forever and always baby”

impressions from reading a fuckton of enjoltaire with very little les mis background
  • enjolras calls grantaire ‘r’. yes, the letter
  • grantaire calls enjolras apollo? why??? is it because of his luscious blond locks??
  • hello my name is Grantaire Dark’ness Cynic Icy Way. they call me that because of my ice blue eyes and jet black hair that is the color of my soul.
  • enjolras fights everything while grantaire goes ‘why’ unless grantaire’s the one enjolras is fighting
  • Combobulated and Coconut are Idiots in Love
  • eponine Knows All. do not fuck with her.
  • if marius is a puppy cosette holds his leash in one hand and a camera in the other
  • pining
  • joly bark and music are in some sort of threesome?
  • feuilleton
  • vague and apparently necessary references to French politics
  • enjolras’s red coat
  • did I mention the pining

anonymous asked:

can please you do a bts taehyung smut where he's your bf and he's teaching you a dance at the practice room and he ends up fingering you in front of the mirror (and you can take it from there if you want)

I Recommend listening to kiss it better by Rihanna while you read this💖

Hard Work:

“What are you willing to do” Your sweaty palms pressed against the mirror of the practice room as one foot planted down in the ground and the other pushed back out behind it to rest your toes down against the marble floor but your heel in the air as Rihanna’s Kiss It Better played through the speakers. You took deep breaths head rolling forward with your eyes shut as you focused on calming down your beating heart. Sweat dripped down all parts of your body, from your forehead down your face, from the middle of your shoulders down your back.  The ponytail you had decided to put in your head was giving you a headache but you didn’t want to take it out until you were done.

“You can’t be tired already.” Taehyung teased, his dark raspy voice sounding out through the somewhat quiet room as the song ended. You looked at him through the mirror almost glaring at him as you slowly pushed off the wall.

“Fuck you.. I’m tired can we stop now?” You asked softly bracing your hands on your hips rolling your neck around.

“it’s barely been an hour baby.” Taehyung gave a soft chuckle as he made his way up to you, his hand coming out to rest on your lower back.

“Yeah and that’s enough time for me to see what I got down and what I need to get down.” You swatted his hand away from your sweaty body frowning because it was gross to you. He was doing this to get under your skin.

“And you expect to ace the dance audition with that attitude? You haven’t learned anything.” Taehyung sighed watching you. You had asked for his help with creating a dance with you. It was so that you could become a dance trainer for those who are starting to rise up as young artist and hone their skills. It was going to be something like a workshop and the hours were going to help you financially.

“I did! I learned that I don’t like dancing that much and if it’s for me then I’ll get it.” You lied feeling discouraged as you stare down at the wooden bar that was in the middle of the mirror. Taehyung sighed walking backwards going to the speaker to unplug his phone.

“Fine then, get changed and we can go.” You were shocked that he gave in so easily. You ran behind him wrapping your arms around his waist with your energy clinging onto him. Your breast pressed against his chest as your fingers sprawled out across his lower abdomen feeling the lines of his abs, his head rolling forward to look down at your fingers. He stood a few inches taller than you, but you liked the height, your body pressing fully against his you pouted puffing out your cheeks.

“You’re not supposed to give up that easily..” You mumbled as you watched him.

“Why not when my girl doesn’t want to do it? You know that I always agree to what you want no matter what, you said you didn’t want to do it anymore so I was going to take you home.” Taehyung said softly looking over his shoulder at you.

“But! That was because I’m discouraged.. Look at you! You’re so good when you dance. What if someone comes along and they are good like you or any of the other members? I’ll be back to where I started..” You let him go looking down at your hands. “We can go then.. I want a bath.” You muttered out feeling like a little kid for saying such things Taehyung turned around and he smiled down softly at you cupping your cheeks he pressed a kiss against your forehead nuzzling your nose with his and proceeding to look in your eyes.

“Something I learned along the way? There will always be someone better than you in some areas but, there will never be anyone who can be you. And in some songs, no one will be able to do it like you can, especially when you have the style. If you focus too much on the negatives you will never see positives so keep your chin up. You are wonderful in your own way; your moves are great. I love watching you perform. You have heart and ability. I wasn’t that good when I started out but I got better with the help of my friends. And now that I know this, I’m going to push you and help you get better. Get your cute little ass back over there and let’s start it up.” Taehyung teased letting you go.

“It’s not that little.” You mumbled looking back at your ass in the mirror how the black shorts clung to the curve of it. Taehyung bit on his bottom lip eyeing you humming.

“It’s just right, good enough to slap, smack and bite.” He could feel his dick twitch in his pants at just the thought and you couldn’t help but feel your own lower regions get wet.

“Taehyung!” You whined glaring at him. “Don’t start this when you know I will get needy.” He smirked nodding.

“I know, because I’ve been thinking of a deal to give my girl.” He paused leaning against the wall.

“Go on.” You countered taking a few steps back keeping your eyes on him.

“Prove to me that you want this, let me see in this next run through of your dance what you can do. If. IF I feel you have met up to my needs of it, then I will reward you by giving you my fingers. Nothing else though you, you get a little too loud when you’re caught up.” You felt your cheeks darken at his words but you nodded your head biting on your bottom lip.

“That I can do.” Taehyung nodded his head and you moved back to your spot. Rolling up the sleeves of your shirt you tucked them into your bra and flexed your muscles. You wiggled out your limbs as the intro played. Starting to wind your body to the slow song, you moved your hips to the best of your ability. Some movements you had to do were a fast passage of motion before you slowed down again, the foot work was close to pissing you off. Taehyung didn’t know if he just really wanted an excuse to finger you or to see you truly feel you were doing good. Probably the combination of both, whatever the case it had him walking towards you wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing down on your hips to drop you down with his body. He gracefully moved behind you.

“Feel me.” He said softly kissing under your earlobe. He glided you across the floor, his hips pushing into yours, you tried to focus on the song and your moves, but instead your eyes were looking down to see your hips pressed against the males. How he rolled his hips up against yours, his member starting to feel outlined through his black jogging pants. Taehyung was biting on his bottom lip deep in thought about dancing with you, his sweet scent mixed with a little sweat filling your nostrils. You tried to hold in your groan but a tiny whine slipped through your lips.

“Damn foot.” You tried to play it off shaking your foot before you were turned towards him. Taehyung laughed out and pressed one of his legs between yours and you did the same, grinding your hips on his thigh trying to follow the movement of the song. The air in the room slowly becoming thicker and laced with something else. Taehyung slowly let his grip get tighter on your hips watching as you breast moved in his face. Feeling your heat grind against his thigh. Taehyung, saw you circle your hips once, and he couldn’t hold it but he was trying to. Leaning forward he pressed against you surprising you with a rough kiss. Taehyung backed you up until you were against the mirror, his nails starting to bite into your skin as he rolled his hips against yours. His leg moving against your pussy only covered by so much, a loud surprised moan left your lips, and Taehyung enjoying every moment of this drunk up your needy sounds pushing his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced around each other’s, letting him control the kiss as you dry humped one another against the wall. Taehyung’s hands danced down towards your ass gripping the plump flesh in his large hands he gave a hard squeeze letting out his own groan at feeling the plump flesh under his fingertips. Your body was getting hotter, your breast was becoming puckered against the cotton fabric of your bra. Your hands went to dance up his biceps, continuing upward until you were grabbing at his hair. He bit on your tongue gently only pulling back when his chest start to hammer too hard and he got lightheaded from not taking the oxygen. A thin trail of spit connected your lips as he looked down at you with so much want and desire. He licked over his plump bottom lip continuing to roll against you, his hands moving to pull your shorts up over your cheeks making the fabric slide between your ass cheeks. You groaned slightly as your bare flesh felt his hands, he pressed you harder against the mirror the wood biting into your lower back as you rolled your hips down against his leg, your panties and shorts becoming soaked from the juices that were releasing from your pussy.  He leaned down pressing his lips against your neck sucking lightly on your spot, his teeth grazing against it lightly before he bit down on the skin causing a blooming red mark to rise. Your hands danced through his damp locks from the sweat, playing with the luscious hair as he gave you pleasure creating hickeys all over your skin.

“Taehyung.” You called out in need, your body becoming sensitive to him and you didn’t know how you were going to be able to handle too much more teasing.

“I know baby girl. You did so good in your last run through, you’ve convinced me that you are a good girl. I can reward you now.” He said softly halting his movements. He pulled back from you grabbing your hand until he was sitting down a few feet from the mirror. He pulled you down by your hand spreading his legs wide. “Turn around.” He commanded softly, you could tell from how low his voice dropped that he wasn’t playing any games.

You turned around, sitting down in front of him only for him to scope you up in his arms and pull you until you were flush against his body, his broad chest against your back. He used his hands to grip at the insides of your thigs and move your legs until each one was over his parted legs. Taehyung kissed on your shoulder and towards your neck, his hands drawing imaginary circles against your parted thighs, dragging his nails up your thighs lightly he used one hand to cup your pussy. The song on repeat in the background helped you feel more in the mood, your head rolling to the side giving him more access, your nerves were becoming a mess, breath hitching and heart rate spiking faster than you thought it would. You didn’t want to ask him about the door though you were quite worried someone might disturb the both of you, all you wanted right now was Taehyung. His palm moving up and down your pussy slowly, his fingertips stroking over the area slowly. Giving him a shuddering moan, your hips lifted slightly, your hands pressing against the top of his knees as you tried to enjoy it. Shutting your eyes your hips lifted when Taehyung tapped your thighs, you helped him pull down your shorts and off they went. Instead of taking off your panties, he dipped his hand inside looking into the mirror as his fingers grazed against your wet pussy. The mewl that left your lips didn’t help his hormones. Letting a groan resonate deep in his chest, his fingers found your clit rubbing the wet pert bud with long circular strokes. He bit on your earlobe gently, sucking on the spot as his fingers sped up slowly, he watched as your hips rolled against his hand, the needy sounds that built up in your lips, how your eyebrows knitted as you concentrated on the pleasure he was giving you. Taehyung didn’t stop playing with your clit until he could slowly start to hear the wet sounds over the music if he concentrated just as hard. His long thick fingers slid down your slit slowly.

“Do you want me to kiss it better baby?” He asked causing you to moan out his name nodding your head. Smirking softly, he opened your pussy lips with two of his fingers, his middle finger stroking against your entrance. Slowly he pushed his long digit in feeling your warm wet silk walls. His finger pushing as deep as it could before he slid it out feeling all the wetness that was starting to gather inside of your pussy. He bit on his bottom lip, his free hand gripping at your panties and yanking them to the side so that he could see your glistening center better. Your thighs tightening and flexing as he fingered you slowly. Circling his finger inside of you, he let go of your panties once they were in place, sliding his hand under your shirt and up your stomach slowly until his fingers were softly tracing under the bottom of your bra. Outlining the skin were the fabric stopped, his fingers moved to press against your nipples that were hard against your bra. He groped you through the bra for a bit before he was yanking down the fabric freeing your breast. Gasping once again, your back arched as he gripped onto your right nipple twisting it pressing himself closer to you.

“Open your eyes Y/N.” Taehyung called out your name. Slowly you opened your eyes and found his through the mirror, he let your pussy lips go with his finger only so that he could slid in another finger to rest against his middle one stretching you out more he thrusted his digits slowly inside of you wanting to build up the pace at a slower tempo. Your eyes rest on his while he kneaded your breast, fondling you on the floor, you couldn’t stop your moans that wanted to eagerly slip from your lips and let him know how good you were feeling. Taehyung, had you trembling in his hold becoming nothing more than putty as he played with you. His fingers sliding in and out of your wet pussy. Your hips rutted up against his fingers, and Taehyung picked up the speed slowly licking over his chapped lips as he started to moan.

“Does daddy make you feel good when he touches your little pussy?” He asked softly letting his fingers fuck you at a quicker pace stills thrusting them until his knuckles were buried, you nodded your head, your eyes dropping low as your flush face came into play. “Say it.”

“I love how you play with my wet pussy daddy.” You moaned out gripping at the sides of his shirts crying out.

“Do you like daddy playing with your body like this? You’re such a dirty good girl letting daddy stroke the insides of your wall on the floor. Anyone could come in and see me doing such scandalous things to you.” He commented licking across your jaw.

“I mm shit. I don’t care daddy.” You admitted pressing against him.

“No? You want people to see you being a little needy girl for daddy while I make you cum all over my fingers. I can’t wait to taste those sweet juices.” He whispered against your ears causing you to groan nodding.

“Daddy please go faster, make me cum.” You muttered out to Taehyung, looking between his face and his fingers that speed up inside of you. He was happy to oblige picking up his speed as fast as he could go adding his third finger. He curved them all finding your spot instantly, his thumb rubbing against your clit as his hand switched to your other breast to give it attention. Your hips snapped up to meet the thrusts he gave to you, walls squeezing around his fingers your juices slid down your parted thighs and onto the floor of the practice room but neither of you cared. Your stomach was tightening as Taehyung pressed his fingers deep inside of you, the whole thing was making you unravel a bit more. You turned your head to kiss his lips once again. Your hand moving to grab at his wrist as you felt your stomach tighten up the tingling feeling starting to pool in your system.

“Are you going to cum for me and let me have those juices?” Taehyung asked you loving how you looked, plastered hair against your face with wild strands sticking out your body jerking erratically against his, feet almost pressing flat on the ground so that you could aid him. He was so in love with everything you did.

“Mmm yeah I’m going to be Taehyung’s good girl and cum all over his fingers. My pussy loves when you fuck it. And when we get home I’m going to show you just how much with my tongue.” Taehyung felt his eyes turn darker if possible, your words setting him off causing him to roughly shake his hand side to side inside of you and it was game over. Your back arched as you cried out his name, squirting all over his fingers and the floor under you. Taehyung kept going seeing all the water squirt from you, his hand up to his elbow got drenched and he didn’t care it was worth it to watch your hips react to it, how you gripped at his skin your nails biting into him now. He kept moving his hand that way until he felt he got it all out seeing you calm down from your high. Slowly your limbs unlocked and you rested against his body. Taehyung pulled his fingers from you bringing them up to his lips he licked off your essence moaning as he tasted you wanting something to hold him over until you both got home.

After a few minutes of nothing, Taehyung got up and pulled you with him going to get your workout bags and his phone from the speaker. He helped you put on your shorts and straighten up yourself. Throwing an arm around you he pulled you out of the room and you frowned looking up at him as you headed towards the entrance.

“Aren’t you going to clean up the mess we made? Or at least let me!” You squeaked feeling yourself become flustered.

“Nah.” Taehyung shook his head with a growing smirk on his lips. “I got a bet to settle with Namjoon. He probably will be the only one who realized what it is.

A few hours later

“Whoever was working in here must have practiced really hard to have sweat still on the floor like that.” Jimin commented looking down at the spots of water that was still left remaining from earlier today.

“That’s not water, and get away from that or Taehyung will kill you.” Namjoon commented with an evil smirk shaking his head in disbelief as he pulled fifty dollars from his wallet and shoved it in his pocket. “Son of a bitch.” He commented still in shock at the fact that he lost a bet.

Meet the Family

Thank you for the request! Hope you like it!! 

Pairings: Reader x Joker’s son

Word Count: 1500 words

Warnings: mild language, mention of blood, some fluff


“Darling, you gotta go my dad’s gonna be home any minute and I would prefer you to be alive.” You begged while pushing your boyfriend Jason towards the open window. He urgently pulled you into a kiss which you gladly reciprocated. He kept a hand on the base of your neck to prevent you from pulling away while you placed one of your hands on his upper arms and the other on his firm waist. Although you so desperately wanted to continue the heated kiss that burned whenever he crushed his lips onto yours deeper and harder, you had to end it.

“Jase, I’m serious. You gotta go or els-”

“Calm down, Doll. Your dad usually comes home later than he says he will. We got time.” He soothingly rubbed your back and guided you back to your bed.

You sigh in agreement and assume back into your original position; Jason on his back, your head on his bare chest, and his fingers playing with your (Y/H/C) locks. 

“You know I hate sneaking around like this.” You whispered while tracing the tattoos on his milky white chest.

“I know doll, I hate it too.” 

“You never talk much about your parents. They can’t be that bad if they conceived you.” You giggled at your own joke. 

Jason let out a low snort while tangling his long thin fingers in your soft, luscious locks. “Trust me, you don’t want to meet them. They’re…different from other parents.” 

You simply rolled your eyes at his wild accusation about his family but you dropped the topic anyway, not wanting to ruin a serene moment.

“Whatever you say, Jase.” You sighed and gently laid a peck on his skull tattoo, emitting a low purr from your boyfriend’s throat.


10:34 pm

“Hey, Jase…it’s me again. Please pick up your phone when you have the chance. I’m getting a bit worried. Bye, love you.” Once you ended what seems to be the 10th message on Jason’s cell, you tried to remain strong. Where is he? He usually answers your nightly calls. Since you and he don’t see each other too often you usually give each other a call once a night to end the day on a good note, but today he hasn’t responded to any of your calls or texts. Maybe he already fell asleep or is just busy.

12:28 am

You laid in bed for about an additional 2 hours but you still haven’t received any word from him. What if something happened to him? Your sleeping theory didn’t make sense since he never sleeps that early. The longer you stayed in bed the more worry filled your body. That’s it.

Jumping out of bed in your cotton night shorts and Jason’s hoodie, you quietly snuck out of your window so your parents don’t hear. After a brief moment of typing in his Apple ID and password, your Find my iPhone app pinpointed where Jason’s phone is. Why is he moving? Where was he heading? It might be weird tracking down your boyfriend, but you were worried sick. He could be in danger. Gotham is a treacherous city full of unpredictable criminals, especially during the night. 

Once you reached Jason’s location, you felt skeptical. He settled down in a part of town you’ve never been before. Many notorious criminals do their trades and business deals here which is why you always steered clear of this place. You were currently facing a building that looked like it didn’t belong in this area. It was a grand mansion and although it was nighttime, you could make out some of the incredible details and designs etched onto the building. But why would Jason be here? 

“(Y/N)? What the hell are you doing here?” You snapped your head towards the familiar voice exiting a large black van.

“Jase? I was worried sick, why the hell didn’t you answer your phone?!” As angry as you were at him, you still ran up and engulfed him in a warm hug. He was covered in some powder/ash and a warm sticky substance but you didn’t care. As long as he was out of harm’s way.

“Doll, we can talk later just please get out of he-”

“Well, well, well. Who do you have here, Jason?” A deep, sickening voice spoke up. Jason pulled you out of his arms and by his side with a protective arm wrapped around your petite waist.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood prominently and the color on your face drained when you noticed who was standing in front of you. The electric green hair, sickly pale skin inked with tattoos, and blood red lips were unmistakeable. The Clown Prince of Crime. The infamous, Joker.

“Puddin’ where are yo-” 

“Oh, there you are! Jasey? Who is this young one?” 

I think I’m gonna be sick. Not only were you facing one dangerous criminal, but two. The King and Queen of Gotham were shooting daggers right through you with their piercing blue eyes. The Joker and Harley Quinn. And your beloved boyfriend was acquaintances with them.

“Mom, dad, I would like you to meet my girlfriend, (Y/N). Doll, these are my parents.” Jason introduced with a hint of shakiness in his voice. No. Your ears were deceiving you. Your sweet Jason was not the offspring of Gotham’s most psychotic villains.

“Ahem, so how long have you two known each other?” Harley piped up, breaking the awkward silence at the dinner table.

“Um a few months, mom.” The silence continued.

You quietly scrapped your food off your plate and occasionally placed it in your mouth. The silence in the atmosphere was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Although one of the three criminals sitting around you could do it better since they have knife skills. The emotions you had at this point was running around your mind and body like a wildfire. Anger from your boyfriend’s dishonesty and him trying to hide his parents from you. Fear from the fact that his parents could very well kill or dismember you without blinking an eye. Confusion since you still couldn’t process that your boyfriend’s parents are the Joker and Harley Quinn. And disappointment/pain that you boyfriend hid an entire second life away from you. 

“How long have you been dating… her?” The Joker finally said a word but the amount of anger and disgust in his voice made you want to curl up into a ball and disappear.

“A few months, dad.”

“A few months, huh? So you started dating her once you met her?” He snapped causing you to jump up out of your seat from the change in volume in his voice. Jason quickly placed his large hand on your thigh to calm your nerves.

“No, dad-”

“Well then what the fuck do you mean?! Be more specific!” A squeak of surprise left your lips but Jason still ran his hand up and down your thigh, adding a little more pressure.

“Puddin’ calm down-”

“Shut the hell up Harley I will not calm the fuck down!” He growled, pushing back his seat and stomping away angrily.

“Don’t take it personally, sweet pea. He jus’ needs to adjust when meetin’ new people.” Harley stated gently. You simply nod your head in understanding and flashed her a small smile. Once she followed her partner out of the room you adjusted back to Jason, leaving yet another silence to fill the room.

“I’m sorry you had to figure this out this…morning.” Jason apologized while running both hands down your arms in a soothing motion. It was almost 1 am, probably typical for the Joker family to eat dinner and go to bed at this time.

“You don’t need to apologize, baby. I understand why you didn’t introduce me.” You said considerately, stroking his pale face delicately. You could definitely now tell where he got his looks. He had similar to exact features as his father beside the facial tattoos, red lipstick, silver grills, and brightly colored hair. 

“Next time, I’m meeting your parents.” He joked causing you to let out a loud genuine laugh.

“Deal.” You replied back jokingly producing a laugh from him as well. He slowly brought his face closer to yours, ending with you closing all space. The kiss was short, sweet, but passionate. 

Although his parents might be villains, they’re human. Harley was charming and compassionate. She knew you and Jason shared strong feelings even for the short period of time you’ve known each other. The Joker, on the other hand, was not so open-minded but eventually, you will grow on him. Perhaps you could even introduce them to family game night- the normal way.

Bound | pjm v. jjk

Originally posted by changkyuh

Bound

The Prologue | 1 2

Characters: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin

Categories: Angst, Fluff

AU(s): Soulmate!AU

Based loosely off of this soulmate au prompt and BTS’ Perfect Man Cover:

Where for whatever reason, your clock is stuck/frozen/it’s not counting down anymore but it hasn’t reached 00:00:00:00 yet and you’re freaking out because this hasn’t happened to anyone before.

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You were in first grade when you first heard of the soulmate clock.

It had been the first time someone who was not one of your parents explained the ever-changing number on your arm was. You could remember the gaudy pamphlets that had been sent home with you that you had feverishly read on the way home as your mother adoringly smiled down at you. The pamphlets had been decorated with hearts, a symbol that had been crucial to the society that you lived in, and calligraphy that had been so beautiful that you wished you could have the text of the pamphlet imprinted on your arm, in place of the name of the soulmate that you were bound to receive, eventually once the clock on your arm had three days left for you to meet your soulmate if you hadn’t yet.

The idea of having a soulmate was something that could only be welcomed to me with my first grader knowledge. Who wouldn’t adore the idea of having someone that’s destined for you and you only?

  No one would have been your first thought. You hadn’t met anyone who abandoned the idea until third grade when you met Park Jimin. 

     “Jimin!” You screamed across the playground, small fists clenching your shirt at Jimin who had so deliberately stolen your Soulmate Star. The Soulmate Star was the most prestigious award that you could receive in your society. That Star meant everything to you because it practically symbolized the central pillar of society. 


  The obsidian of his hair slapped against his cheeks as he whipped around at the sound of your voice; words falling short from his mouth. Eyes bulging at how angry you sounded. “It’s just a stupid star.” He murmured as he shoved it into your outstretched hands. 


  “It’s not stupid.” You huff while smoothing out the, now, crumpled piece of paper. “I hope you never find a soulmate, Park Jimin.” 


  Your words burned him like a knife and little did you know how those words would come back to haunt you later.

   The young coal-haired boy often squirmed in his seat on Sweetie’s Day and nearly barfed on Valentine’s Day. On Soulmate Day, he didn’t come to school. On the most romantic days of the year, Park Jimin was never present around you. Despite this, you never figured what the cause could potentially be. 

It wasn’t until freshman year you learned of how much he detested the idea.

“It isn’t plausible,” Jimin explained to you whilst he fixed the red beanie that had covered his luscious locks. Even a decade later, Jimin still hadn’t believed in the soulmate clock. You knew that he would never admit it, but you knew that was the reason why he had held back with you at times, that the only thing that kept him from telling you all that he felt was because of the pulsing number that ticked on every second of the day.

“Do you know what isn’t plausible?” You reiterated his final word once you walked over to the boy who had been covered in sweat from his lengthy boxing training who finally turned in your direction. “Dying alone… Jimin, how much longer do you-”

“The idea is disgusting, Y/N.” Jimin turned, his eyes squinting. “How do you even know that this person is your ‘soulmate’?” He used quotations, chuckling at you as if you were naïve.

Maybe it was because you were.

You subconsciously looked away from his hard stare. Your steps faltering to retreat from the boy in front of you. “The clock stops when you meet your soulmate, everyone kno-.”

“What if I told you that my clock stopped when I first saw you?” Jimin’s large hand caresses your clock. His voice quivers; an unsatisfied look on his face. “What if I fucking told you that you’re my soulmate but I’m not yours?”

You choked at the prospect of Jimin’s words. “My clock hasn’t stopped.”

“Exactly.” Jimin clicked his tongue, “How does it feel to know that I’m biologically and genetically stuck for the rest of my damn life to know that you will never feel the same way that I do for you?”

“Jiminie, I-”

He blatantly cuts you off. “Don’t ‘Jiminie’ me, anything.” 

“We can work this out.” You sheepishly add.

“Like what? You pretend to be happy with me, knowing that one day your true, precious soulmate will come and sweep you off your feet? No fucking thanks.” And with that, your best friend has slammed the door and left you breathless in his haste. However, what bothers you the most is not the fact that you’re speechless, but the fact that your heart is beating too fast for Jimin to be platonic to you. 

Out of habit, you check your right arm to see your soulmate clock still ticking, and it is; but what precedes you to your unconsciousness is that the numbers are moving much slower than they used to.

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Who should you fight: The Company of Thorin Oakenshield

There is now a ‘who you should fuck’ companion to this post, for those who want to make love not war.

Balin: Dude survived the fall of Erebor, Azanulbizar, and Thorin’s quest. He survived Smaug twice. It took Moria to take him down, and there was a fucking Balrog in there. Are you Gandalf? Are you as strong as a Balrog? Of course not. Do not fight.

Dwalin: Just look at this guy. He is just waiting for an excuse to feed someone a knuckleduster sandwich. Do not give him a reason to. Death itself looks at Dwalin and thinks ‘I’m not really up to that today’. Do not fight.

Oin: He’s deaf, so you might have the upper hand briefly if you sneak up on him, but that’s not going to last long. He’s a tough old warrior and he’s seen far worse than you. He’ll defeat you and complain loudly about disrespectful youth the entire time. Do not fight.

Gloin: Do you think fighting Gimli’s daddy is going to end well for you? He’s going to kick your ass and charge you interest for it. Do not fight.

Bifur: The axe couldn’t take him out, do you really think you can? Do not fight.

Bofur: Why do you want to fight Bofur? Do you hate happiness? Doesn’t matter anyways, you’re not gonna win. He’s got hella muscles from mining and he’s vicious with that mattock. He’ll probably buy you a beer afterward and then you’ll feel like an ass. Do not fight.

Bombur: Dude is barrel whirlwind of axes and death. He is a tank. He could take you out with nothing but his battle spoon. Do not fight.

Dori: He might seem like an easy target, with his fussy nature and delicate manners, but beneath that elegance lies the strongest Dwarf of the Company. Will kick your ass and make you feel like a clod for making him do it. Do not fight.

Nori: I get why you want to, really. He probably stole something of yours, and he doesn’t look all that intimidating, but trust me. No. Any attempt to fight him is going to earn you a knife somewhere uncomfortable. Do not fight.

Ori: You want to fight Ori? You look at this tiny muffin, this sweet nerdling with his little scarf and his little quill, and you want to fight him? That is not going to end well for you. Beneath that soft exterior lies surprising strength. If you really make him, he’ll grab up some improbably sized weapon and go to town. And that’s if you’re lucky and his brothers don’t get you first. Do not fight. 

Fili: Did you see how many knives this ray of sunshine had on him? This guy is a well armed and highly skilled warrior. Do not fight.

Kili: With those puppy dog eyes you really want to fight him? Really? I mean, go ahead you monster, but it’s not going to end well for you. Dude is fuckin’ fearless. Do not fight.

Thorin Oakenshield: After all canon put him through you still want to fight this guy? This guy got used as a warg matriarch’s chewy-toy and just shook it off. This guy is going to kick your ass and then stare into the distance and sigh dramatically while his luscious locks flow in the wind. He kicks your ass and comes out the other side even more majestic. Do not fight.

Bonus Round - Bilbo Baggins: He seems like an easy target, but wait up. Look at his success rate vs really strong foes including THE ONE FUCKING RING. Do not fight. Do not risk it.

TL:DR - do not fight the Company of Thorin. Your flabby human ass does not stand a chance.

Go Fish (Sirius Black x Reader)

Originally posted by nellaey

Requested by Anonymous: heyyyy can you write a young sirius x reader imagine where they’re just hanging out

Word Count: 1, 674

Warnings: I’m not sure if this counts as kissing

A/N: SNUFFLES IS THE NAME THEY USE FOR SIRIUS’ ANIMAGUS FORM JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN’T KNOW

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“Go fish.” Sirius said. You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously.

“I call bull.” You said, making him laugh. The two of you had been playing Go Fish for a while now and you were sure he was cheating in some way. Being a muggleborn, you had brought a pack of cards to school from home, wanting to share it with your friends. They, of course, had come up with the so-called ‘improved’ version, where they turned the cards into fish and put them in a bowl of water, so instead of picking from a deck of cards, when you had to ‘Go Fish’, you had to catch one of the fish and add them to your deck, turning them into a card. It wasn’t pleasant but it was fun to watch James freak out over the sliminess of the fish whenever you all played together.

“It’s not bull! Go fish.” He said

“You’ve had none of the cards I need and somehow gotten all the cards you need from me.” You argued, pulling your wand out.

“Hey! Hey! Calm down, I’m too pretty to die!” Sirius exclaimed, dropping his cards to shield his face. You rolled your eyes at his dramatics.

“Calm down, drama queen, I’m just checking if you’ve rigged this.” You said, casting a hex revealing spell on your deck of cards and then Sirius’, which he had snatched up quickly after dropping them, making sure you didn’t see what he had. The spell revealed no tricks, making you groan frustratedly.

“Enough evidence for you?” Sirius asked, eyes on his deck of cards. “Can we continue now?”

“Not until you tell me how you’re doing it.” You said, laying your cards down face first on the ground and pointing an accusing finger at your friend.

“Fine.” He said, sighing in defeat and then paused for a while, looking as if he was giving you the biggest secret of his life. You gestured for him to continue. “It’s called…talent.” He finished finally, giving you a smirk. You pursed your lips and blinked at him slowly, your entire expression reading ‘I am so done with you’.

“This game relies on luck, pads.” You said quietly, the calm before the storm. “There’s no skill or talent involved!” You exclaimed loudly, throwing your hands up exasperatedly. Sirius shook his head at you disappointedly.

“See, my dear friend, that is what everyone wants you to believe.” He said, putting his own cards down and crawling over to you from his space on the floor. You were both now sitting cross legged, knees touching. “You’ve got to think outside the box, dear Y/N” He said, tapping your forehead as he spoke. You glared up at him as he grinned cheekily back at you, he loved teasing you, loved watching your short temper unravel.

“You’re dead, Black.” You murmured. You didn’t even give him time to give you a confused look before you jumped on him, pushing him onto the floor. You ended up sitting on his stomach, pinning his hands down. You tried to look threatening, but only succeeded in making him laugh at your narrowed eyes and single lifted eyebrow. You knew he could easily push you off of him, but seeing as he wasn’t, you stayed in your place. “Reveal your secrets.” You commanded, eyes still narrow. He raised his own eyebrow at you, the usual smirk gracing his face.

“Make me.” He said, eyes glinting with mischief. You gave him a smirk of your own, leaning forwards so you were inches away from his face. Neither one of you backed down. You couldn’t help but admit to yourself that your heart was racing a bit, being this close to Sirius, having his piercing grey eyes stare defiantly into your Y/E/C ones. Meanwhile, Sirius was trying to keep his breathing steady and resisting the urge to lift his head a few centimetres to feel his lips against yours. Much to your unawareness, Sirius has had a not-so-minor crush on you since day one, the only people who knew were James, Remus and Peter, who had figured it out for themselves. Sirius had denied it entirely when they confronted him about it but they knew their friend well. He knew you were off limits though, you never hook up with friends, everyone knew that and yet he felt so drawn to you. So drawn to your laugh and your smile, your witty comebacks and caring looks, your fearlessness and obstinance. He had tried to rid himself of these feelings with countless other girls, yet he couldn’t find anyone who could compare to you. So, yes, Sirius was most likely about to have his heart beat out of his chest at the rate it was going now.

“Oh, don’t worry Snuffles,” You started, voice low, “I will.” Sirius’ breath stopped entirely at that, only for his hopes to be swatted away as you dropped one of the fish from the bowl onto his face, throwing your head back in laughter as he shrieked and tried to push it off, only succeeding in getting it in his hair, at which his panic level rose dramatically. He hadn’t noticed you had let go of one of his wrists, reaching back to get the fish from the fish bowl.

“Not the hair! Not the hair!” He shouted as he tried shaking his head to rid his ‘luscious locks’ of the wet fish. You continued laughing at his struggle as he gave you a desperate look. “Y/N, please!” He exclaimed. You grabbed your wand and pointed it at him threateningly.

“Reveal your secrets, Black!” You exclaimed, making sure that you didn’t actually use a spell on him.

“Fine! Yes, ok! I’ll do it!” He cried. “Just get it out of my hair!” You chuckled as you picked it up by its tail and dropped it back into the bowl. Sirius was panting as you turned back to him, eyes closed. He threw his hand over his face. “The horror.” He muttered.

“You’ll live.” You said, leaning back and crossing your arms. “Now, tell me.”

“I had Peter sit behind you and show me which cards you had.” Sirius revealed breathlessly. You gasped and turned your head around to find a very red faced Peter hiding behind a table behind you.

“You rat!” You shouted.

“Literally.” Sirius murmured from his spot underneath you. You slapped his chest to shut him up.

“Shush, I’ll deal with you later.” You promised then turned back to the bashful looking boy coming out from behind the table. “Now, what do you have to say for yourself?” You lectured, crossing your arms disappointedly. Peter stared at the ground and shuffled his feet nervously.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“What did he promise you?” You asked. Peter looked to Sirius who gave him a quick shake of his head. Peter looked back to you, torn between his fear of you and the bargain with Sirius. You looked between the two boys, shaking your head. “Peter, tell me now or I’ll sit on you too.” You threatened.

“He promised me a week’s worth of fudge flies.” Peter answered quickly. Your eyes widened and you gasped, grasping your chest.

“Is that all I’m worth?” You asked, feigning to be hurt. “You should have at least bargained two weeks of fudge flies and chocolate frogs.”

“Sorry.” He muttered. You sighed.

“You can go, but remember, next time negotiate a better deal.” You said to Peter, who quickly scurried off. You turned back to Sirius, who’s hand was still covering his face. “And you…” You said, glaring at him. “I knew you were cheating!”

“I’m traumatised.” Was all he said, still not removing his hand to look at you.

“Calm down, it was just a fish.” You said, rolling your eyes. “Although, your hair does look pretty grim now.” You admitted. You saw him smirk a little.

“Not as bad as yours.” He said, chuckling as you swatted at his chest again.

“Prick.” You muttered.

“Ok, the mystery has been solved. Can you get off of me now?” Sirius whined. You just leaned back with a cheeky smirk on your face.

“Nah, I’m pretty comfortable like th-“ You didn’t get to finish though as Sirius twirled the both of you around, so he was lying on top of you instead. Your eyes closed in a gleeful, surprised laugh, making him smile. When you opened your eyes again, Sirius’ face was right above yours, making your breath hitch in your throat. He noticed this and grinned smugly, making you blush.

“You ok, Y/N? You’re looking a little…flushed.” He whispered the last word. He knew exactly what he was doing, knew he shouldn’t be doing it. You just looked so beautiful with your hair disheveled beneath you, eyes sparkling and cheeks bright red.

“S-Sirius?” You stuttered quietly, watching as his grey eyes shone devillishly.

“Hm?” He asked wordlessly. You stayed silent and so did he, both of you just watching each other. Completely intoxicated with the feeling of his body on yours. All you could hear was the crackling of the fireplace and the light tapping of rain against the window. You bit your lip nervously, accidentally drawing his attention to it. You watched his eyes darken a little and you closed your eyes, not knowing what to expect. You felt his lips softly brush against yours, the tiniest touch yet it had your entire body tensing with excitement.

“Sirius…” You tried again.

“Yes?” He asked, admiring how your lashes fanned over your cheeks.

“I think this means I won the game.” You whispered, opening your eyes. He frowned at you in confusion then laughed softly when he remembered your game of Go Fish.

“I’ll let you have it.” He whispered against your lips then stood up swiftly, walking out of the room. Leaving you lying on the floor, a mess of feelings, desires and questions. You humphed in frustration and glared at the ceiling. That boy started something and he definitely did not finish it.

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Okie dokey. This one is a bit short but whatever. Maybe I could write a part two if anyone wants? idk. Anywho, constructive criticism is welcome.

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