and i just had pizza tonight

inspired by this video (sfw, but a sex toy is being used as car repair, so take that as you will)

“Laura’s gonna flip,” Derek says in dismay, looking at the huge dent in the driver’s side door of the Camaro. Her most precious possession, the car she’d been saving up for forever, the car she waxes and washes every weekend, the car that she let Derek borrow to go to the Mathletes competition in San Francisco because Derek had a basketball game on Friday and couldn’t make the official school bus, the car that Laura made him swear his life on, is now forever ruined.

“Damn, if there ever was a good place to curse, that would have been it,” Stiles says, crossing his arms and looking far more attractive than he had the right to. “C’mon, Derek. Just say it. Fuck.”

Derek blushes, watching the word tumble out of Stiles’ pink mouth. “No, I… there’s gotta be a way to fix it. But if I call her insurance people she’s gonna know…”

“It’s totally my fault,” Stiles says. “I was the one who wanted to go to Tastee Freeze on the way back, and let some dingbat hit you in the parking lot. Actually, it’s their fault, whoever can’t drive.”

Derek shakes his head. It’s his fault. He’d been having too much fun this weekend; he’d spent practically all of it with Stiles. He’d had a crush on him forever— in fact, joined Mathletes at his request, and the whole year of practice, of spending afternoons with Stiles poring over math problems, watching Stiles lick Cheeto dust off his fingers— it’s been too much. Coupled with the fact that Stiles actually just plain forgot to catch the bus on Friday, and then caught a ride with Derek, meant hours in the car listening to him sing along to Hamilton and muddle through the rap bits, and sleeping next to him in the four-to-a-room motel Saturday night, and waking up with Stiles’ face smashed into his shoulder.

Derek had been too overwhelmed by it all, too overwhelmed by Stiles. Getting the chance to spend time with his friend this weekend had just intensified his feelings, and he knows there’s no chance that Stiles will ever feel the same, so he’s just drinking it all in, savoring these moments when he can.

It had been a terrible parking job, the Camaro was at a weird angle, that’s why the person rounding the turn had hit him. Derek sighs. He guesses it’s for the best. He’ll just have to pay Laura back. For forever.

Stiles is studying the door, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Actually, it’s not that bad. They didn’t even scratch it. It’s just a dent. With the right amount of leverage…”

“I’m sorry, do you happen to have a magical car-door fixer in your overnight bag?”

Somehow, this causes Stiles to turn bright red. “Okay. I have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.”

“Okay…?”

Derek watches, perplexed, as Stiles pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat, and then rummages around in it.

“Promise not to laugh,” Stiles repeats.

“I promise.” Derek is confused, but sincere.

Stiles pulls a bright blue dildo out of the bag. It’s springy, and jiggles a little with the movement. There’s a thick vein running along the side, and the base even has… balls.

Derek’s brain short circuits, an image of Stiles, naked, working himself on the girth of the toy, his mouth open, panting, as he tries to get the right angle, skin flushed pink from pleasure…

“Fuck,” Derek says.

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Are You Sure About That?

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Relationship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer Reid is your best friend in the entire world. Best friends totally spend every weekend together, and walk around holding hands, and cuddling on their movie night, right? 

Note: Just an idea I had one night. Hope you enjoy. 

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Well, today is the day I die.

Warning: v jealous Luke, anxiety, cussing, scary Luke

Description: Luke gets jealous when you want to get food w/ a old friend.

Luke was unlike anyone you’d ever met.

He was quiet.

But had a way of being the light of any room he entered.

He didn’t have to say a word to make you smile or laugh, even cry.

But when he did it made him even better.

When he let you into his heart it was different from other people.

The way he thought and felt.

It made you wonder why he was so insecure. He was so beautiful, inside and undoubtedly outside.

His hair he started growing out after you met him was now curly gold locks. The way his eyes shined when he smiled made it impossible not to fall in love with him, which you did.

You fell in love with him so hard. You promised yourself you wouldn’t fall in love with anyone that hard but it was no longer your choice.

You loved the way his mouth moved and the sound of his accent. You loved the way he looked at you, even when you didn’t realize.

But most of all you loved the way he loved you.

So recklessly and effortlessly. He loved you just as much as you loved him. It took him longer to fall in love with you but he did.

You knew the exact moment too.

The moment you made him yours.

It was a simple day. Not one particular special or different from any other.

You and Luke were laying in bed, you literally had gotten up once to get food and go to the bathroom and it was nearly 4 in the afternoon.

You both loved days like this, no pressure to do anything or be anywhere.

Just laying with your boyfriend in bed watching television but mostly talking.

He was telling about his childhood while you distracted him by playing with his fingertips. You could feel him watching you while you studied his long slender fingers.

When Luke finally noticed you and took the time to talk to you, it was obvious he was intrigued by you. Though he made it clear he didn’t want a relationship at the moment within a couple weeks he couldn’t stay away from you.

Now here you two were, having such a closed off boy share his most vulnerable stories. He stops talking, too preoccupied by you laying with him.

You stop fiddling with the tips of his fingers and just interlock your boney fingers with his. You notice the absence of his voice and glance up at him. His hair is fanned out over his forehead.

His eyes are pouring into yours so intensely you are drawn to him. You smile at him, knowing that look on his face.

There is no way explain it but pure love. You pushed his hair out of his eyes with your free hand and he leans down to kiss you.

“You’re my best friend.” He says quietly after you two pull apart.

They aren’t the words you expected him to say but it almost meant more.

That night has been imprinted in your brain ever since. Though it was months ago, you remember it like yesterday.

And it was days like this where you wish you could go back to that exact moment.

“What are we doing for dinner tonight?” He asks, climbing into the passenger seat of the car.

You liked driving, which worked out because Luke will never admit it but driving makes him kinda nervous.

He slides his dark sunglasses off his face, giving you a look at his beautiful eyes you love so much.

“Oh, I was actually going to tell you I was planning on getting pizza with Marcus.” You back out of the parking spot.

You could feel Luke’s harsh gaze just as you expected.

Marcus was an old friend from high school. You two had kept contact and he has been wanting to meet up.

You have been putting it off because you were honestly afraid of how Luke would react. Luke wasn’t overly jealous, but if a guy looked at you for too long in public he would make sure to show him you were together.

You were okay with it because you loved Luke and wanted to make him feel secure in your relationship.

“Well. Okay…” He says shortly before looking out his window.

You were surprised that was all the fight he put up.

“Okay.” You say clicking on the radio.

Luke scoffs and harshly turns it back off.

You knew you were getting away too easy.

“Marcus? Is he that bloke from your secondary school?” He spits.

You wanted to smile from the difference in your language. Sometimes it like you two spoke different languages but you had been around him so much you understood.

“Yes. He has been wanting to hang out for a while. I’ve put him off as long as I can without being disrespectful.” You say simply.

You look over in Luke’s direction, glancing back at the road every couple seconds.

His eyebrows are tightly knit together and his blue eyes are dark like they always are when he gets angry.

“Why? So he can make a move on you? Does he know you have a boyfriend? You graduated school like three years ago. Have you been talking to him the whole time we’ve been together?” He shoots question after question at you.

“What a dick.” You hear him mutter under his breath.

His accent gets really thick when he is frustrated. You can see him clenching and unclenching his jaw over and over again.

“I… we were really good friends in high school. He found my Facebook and messaged me. Why is this any different than if a old girlfriend wanted to hang out with me?” You question him right back.

You don’t like him accusing you of anything. It actually hurt you more than you like to admit, almost like he doesn’t trust you.

You have never done anything to make him think that way.

“Because I don’t know what his intentions are. What if he tries to make a move on you?” You looks out his window again.

You glare at him this time. “Then I shut him down and leave. I have my own personal boundaries. Do you really think I would let him do something like that?” You raised your voice.

You get stopped a stop light which gives you a moment to look at him. He finally looks in your eyes and you raise your eyebrows.

He shakes his head, biting his bottom lip deep in thought.

“I just don’t like the idea of you hanging out with him alone.” He says continuing to shake his head

“When did I ever say we were hanging out alone?” You say getting a little frustrated. “We will be with a group of other people we went to highschool with. Plus even if we weren’t we would be in a PUBLIC place.” You say in hopes of making him feel better.

You almost want to invite him just to ease his mind but this whole thing has kinda pissed you off. You shouldn’t have to go everywhere with him. You love spending time with him and at the end of the day with him is where You want to be but you are two different people. Though you two are in a relationship you both need to be able to have your own lives.

That’s called a healthy relationship.

Your hopes of easing his mind fails when his glare intensifies and he looks ever more angry. You can practically hear his breathing quicken and he stares into your soul.

A honk behind you breaks you from his lock he has on your eyes. You realize the light is now green and you step on the gas pedal.

“Well why didn’t you bloody tell me that in the first place.” He is now yelling. “Is it- is it because he was the only person you can think about and- and the only person you look forward to seeing?” He is so mad he can barely speak which ends up making him more mad.

“No-” he doesn’t give you a chance to finish.

“You know what. Go. I don’t give a shit anymore. Fuck who you want. See who you want. Get pizza with who you want.” He slams his hand on the dash making you jump.

What is he saying.

“Luke-” You say softly, trying to reason with him.

He wasn’t having it. He now keeps his gaze out the window, shutting down the conversation.

You wouldn’t be that happy if he wanted to hang out with a girl he went to school with but you wouldn’t act this way. He was being unreasonable and almost scaring you, which he has never done before.

“Fine then I won’t fucking go. If it’s that big of a deal to you.” You look at him.

He shakes his head, still looking out the window. Refusing to look at you.

“No I just said I don’t give a shit.” He says. His voice is still very angry but he isn’t yelling anymore.

From what you can see of his face it is very red. From anger which was very obvious.

“Luke I don’t want to fight about something that isn’t even a thing.” You say, reaching with your hand that isn’t on the wheel and grasping his hand that’s laying on his thighs.

He snatched it away quickly but still doesn’t look at you. He leaves you wondering what shade his eyes were and you want to see them so bad.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me.” He puts his hand back on his thigh. It is clenched in a fist, his knuckles turning white.

He finally looks at you, his eyes not at all what you expected. They were like you’ve never seen, so wild with anger. A sickening color of blue.

“I’m so fucking pissed you have no idea.” A smirk plays on his lips. But not the usual one where he wash playing around. It was one that looked almost evil.

“I can’t even fucking look at you.” He looks back out his window.

He was furious. You had expected him to be mad but this was outrageous. You feared this would be the day it all ended. The days in a warm bed with Luke. The secret glances you two shared that only you guys knew what they meant. The last time he looked at you with love in his eyes.

You are so caught up in your thoughts now that when you finally look at the road you were barreling towards a car stopped at a red light. You stomp on the brake, your car making a horrific noise as it skidded to a stop just in time.

Luke’s head snaps forward, his hands pressed against the dash to stop him from flying forward.

Your hands are gripping the steering wheel so tight, your heart pounding so loud at the close call.

“FUCK!” Luke yells. “Pull the fuck over. Pull over.” He is back to yelling.

You obey, turning your blinker on and making your way to the shoulder of the road.

“Why weren’t you paying attention we almost got in a fucking accent. Get out. I’m driving.” He says.

You park the car, turning it off, still trying to catch your breath.

He goes to open the door but you quickly lock them.

He turns his head painfully slow toward you. “Don’t fucking do that.” He practically growls.

“Luke.” You say as he turns back to his door once again trying to open it. You again lock it and he starts punching the door.

Yelling as he does it, you have ever seen him so angry. This time he just couldn’t handle it and all the anger he had built up comes out

“Fucking unlock the door, I can’t even fucking look at you. Fuck you! Fuck you!” He yells and you can’t help but start to cry.

“Luke.” You say again, your voice cracking. “Luke.” You say louder.

Your hand reaching out and literally forcing him to look at you. He tries to push your hand away but you grip his jaw and force him to look into your eyes.

“Luke! Stop. Please stop!” You yell louder than he was. Your tears falling freely down your cheeks.

His breathing is unstable and he is still fuming but he is finally looking at you.

“I won’t fucking go. I can’t understand the reason you are so mad but I can’t lose you. I fucking love you and would never do anything to hurt you.” You say.

You are still gripping his jaw, not harshly and he isn’t trying to pull away. His lips are extra pouty because of the way your holding his face.

“I fucking love you, Luke. You are my best friend.” You repeat the words he once spoke.

He almost looks like he is about to cry. He falls forward, laying his head on your chest. His nose buried in your neck.

He kisses your neck repeatedly, his hot breath hitting your skin.

“I’m so sorry.” He says repeatedly.

The tall lanky boy falling apart in your arms.

“I love you so much. I’m so sorry.” He says again.

You hug him, overwhelmed from how this afternoon turned out. You had fought before but never like this.

He kisses your neck again, but it wasn’t in a sexual way. It was in a loving apologetic way. Almost like he was giving himself to you.

Like you had when you first met him.

FP Jones/Andrews family /Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 5

Originally posted by archiiandrews

AN: This fic has gotten such a positive reaction and I’m so glad all of you are enjoying it!

Catch up here: (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 1,956 (This chapter is a little short, sorry!)

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic,

“You dragged me over here because you can’t find your wallet? That is what you need me for?” You laughed with disbelief, FP only shrugged his shoulders and rose his eyebrows. 

“Hey, the more people, the quicker I find it.” FP said as he continued to look around the trailer to which looked like a bomb site.

You wanted to say some snarky comment about him having any other friends but in all honesty you were happy he had called you and even thought of you when it came down to something like this. 

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I don’t know but when I look at this gif I just imagine living with Calum and him helping put the clothes away while the both of you talk about random things.

“What do you want for dinner tonight”?
“How about we get Pizza”?
“Babe we had that last night”

Special Instructions (3/?)

Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3)
Rating: M
Word Count: ~3800 (why do they keep getting longer?)
Chapters: One Two

hope u like crazy hot mess emma 😝 🍺🍻🍷🍸🍹🍾🍕 😵

remember a few months ago when i asked everyone to tell me stories of stupid/funny shit y’all did when drunk? thanks for the inspiration ;))

reader requested tags: @lenfaz @ilovemesomekillianjones @like-waves-on-the-beach 

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Special instructions: pls send cute delivry guy, i missss himm   

One of the benefits of having a job with odd hours was that Emma could get completely trashed on a Tuesday evening and not give a single fuck as to how it would affect her the next morning. She’d started her own private party several hours earlier when all of her friends had turned her down for one reason or another. (Because they had jobs, mostly. Fucking party pooping productive members of society.)

She was giggling so hard she snorted when she clicked ‘order’ on the website, so beyond caring about anything that she felt no shyness or shame whatsoever.

Drunk did not even begin to cover it. Drunk was several homemade cocktails earlier. She was mixing a bunch of things she really shouldn’t be mixing. She couldn’t remember everything she ingested, but she did recall the two straight shots of tequila that she started off with (and what a way to start), as well as the few gulps of red wine that she took straight from the bottle because she was a respectable, refined adult. She vaguely recalled an almost-daiquiri of questionable flavor, as well as one particularly horrible concoction of Red Bull, triple sec, vodka, gin, and Gatorade because apparently she was trying to liquefy her internal organs.

(It didn’t help that she’d pulled out the entire contents of her alcohol cabinet and placed everything on her kitchen counter, giving her a wide selection of self-destructive options.)

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No eyes for you. 04

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Jimin x reader

01 | 02 | 03 | Reading |

Gender: Male x Female
Genre: Highschool/college au
Warning: smut.
Word count: 1832  words

Summary: Having a crush on your best friend’s sister was already hard enough for Jimin especially when Jungkook made clear his sister was off limits. The idea of his older sister dating on of his friends made him feel sick. Lucky for him he didn’t have to worry about that since Y/N made clear that she didn’t have eyes for high schoolers no matter what.  
But things might change when he hears his named being moaned out in the shower.


“Y/N?” her mother called from behind the bedroom door before opening it.
“Your dad and I  are going out for dinner with Jimin’s parents, mind watching those two for me?” Y/N’s mouth fell open, this must’ve been a very freaky coincidence or Jimin had planned all of it.
Not wanting her mother to get suspicious of her Y/N quickly nodded “I knew I could count on you. If you guys get hungry I left some money on the kitchen counter so that you can order pizza or something.” The voice of Y/N’s father could be heard notifying his wife they should be leaving.

And just like that Y/N was wrapped around in her blanket hiding from the boy that was in the room next to her that might just end up in her bed tonight.
Huffing Y/N shook her head, there was no way that would happen Jimin was simply putting her on edge that was all. Nodding and laughing at herself Y/N decided to take out her books and focus on her studies “me and Jimin? how ridiculous.” Y/N mumbled to herself, though the thought of Jimin during sex couldn’t help but turn Y/N on. Shaking her head furiously Y/N tried to focus on her studies once more, but her hand had other plans and soon she could feel her cold fingers against her womanhood. Closing her eyes Y/N could see the picture of Jimin’s hand in her mind.

Y/N managed how his fingers would feel inside her, they already felt like lava against her skin could you imagine there? It would be like magma there. Y/N felt so bad and dirty to think about someone younger than her, having such lewd thoughts about someone that was still in high school but she couldn’t help it. Y/N always had eyes for the black haired boy, even before Jungkook became friends with him, but she never engaged any contact because she refused to be like the girls who loved to throw themselves at him.

Besides, Y/N was a senior, by the time she mustered up the courage to talk to Jimin she would already have graduated and her friends didn’t make things easier. They would always say what a shame it was that all cute boys and girls were juniors and freshmens and how they couldn’t start a relationship with them because it wouldn’t turn out right anyways. Someone being in college while their loved one was still in high school miles apart? That reeked of disaster.
It was due to her friends that Y/N came to the mindset of high schoolers being off limits and only date college boys, it was a much safer route. But damn, Jimin made it hard for her.

Jimin was basically the apple Adam and Eve weren’t suppose to eat, but it was too tempting not to take a bite out of it. The way he could look so soft and childlike and change to a pure sex god with a simple swipe of his tongue against those plush lips. Y/N took her bottom lip in between her teeth as she imagined all the wrongs that tongue could do to her. Muffled and forced down moans filled Y/N’s bedroom, she tried her hardest to keep quiet but it was impossible with her being almost over edge. It was all because of Jimin that she had become like this, a complete mess.

“J-Jimin…”  Slipped passed Y/N’s mouth.

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Word Count: 1577 

Pairing: Tyler x Reader


My hands were shaking so bad when I got off of the airplane this morning. I kept drinking water and by the time I saw Mark in front of the airport, I had around ten empty bottles stuffed inside of my backpack. However, when I saw him a wide smile enveloped my face and I ran as fast as I could to give him a hug. Now we were outside of his house and I felt like I was having a nervous breakdown because I would be meeting all of his friends. He looked at me as we were grabbing my bags out of the back an put his hand on my shoulder.

“Don’t worry, they’re going to love you.”


His words were comforting but they didn’t stop my chest from tightening when I took a step inside. As soon as I walked in I saw four people sitting on the sectional. 

“Y/N, this is everyone, everyone this is my friend, Y/N.”

The smaller guy with blue hair widened his eyes and looked up at Mark.

“Oh no Mark, are you replacing us?”

“Shut up Ethan.”

A giggle escaped my lips and a girl, who I remembered was Amy, got up and gave me a hug. 

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“You too! Mark’s told me so much about you.” It was true, when they first started dating she was all he talked about. He called me after their first date and we talked like we were in high school again. I was just glad that he had found someone that made him so happy. Amy grinned and walked over to Mark and hugged his torso. I looked down at the other two that were sitting down and tried to remember their names. The girl’s name started with a K and for a second I thought that maybe it was Katelyn.

“Hi, I’m Kathryn.” So close.

“Nice to meet you.”

The other guy had yet to say anything but he hadn’t taken his eyes off of me. It made me kind of uncomfortable and I worried that my make up was smeared from when I fell asleep on the plane. 

“Um, Y/N, this is Tyler.” Tyler seemed to shake out of his trance and smiled widely at me, holding out his hand.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mark’s talked a lot about you.” A shy smile made it’s way to my face as I shook his hand. We stayed like that for a while until Mark cleared his throat.

“Ok well we’re having a movie night tonight so Y/N, unpack your stuff, I’ll show you to your room,” he turned to Tyler “and you order the pizzas.” I was already walking down the hallway he pointed me towards, so I didn’t see the devious grin that he sent Tyler, or the worried glare he received in return.

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“Y/N!! Are you ready yet?” I had just taken a shower and was getting dressed in something more comfortable when Mark’s booming voice echoed throughout the halls. 

“Yea! I’ll be down in a minute!”

I was wearing my Led Zepplin shirt, a pair of black leggings, and a pair of fuzzy panda socks that I had gotten for Christmas last year. When I got to the bottom of the steps I could smell pizza and popcorn. Amy walked out of the kitchen with three giant bowels of popcorn balanced on her arms and I offered to carry some for her. She thanked me and we made our way into the living room.

The scene I saw before me sent a wave of anxiety up my spine, for two reasons. One Amy and Mark were both sitting on the love seat and Kathryn was sitting in the chair, leaving the only other place to sit, in between Ethan and Tyler on the couch. Ethan wasn’t the problem, Tyler was. I felt so nervous around him and I couldn’t tell if it was because he was so handsome and muscular that it was intimidating, or if it was that he was so handsome and muscular that I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else. The other part was that the movie they had picked out was a horror movie. 

“Oh my God, Mark, no. I hate horror movies!”

Mark smirked and motioned towards Tyler. “Don’t worry, Y/N, Goliath, here is scarier than anything in this movie.

I pouted but didn’t say anything else as I sat down between the two guys. We watched the movie in silence until halfway through Mark got up to use the bathroom. When he came back it was in the middle of a particularly scary and tense part and right at the jump scare he screamed and shook my shoulders. I screamed so loud my throat felt raw. I shoved my head into Tyler’s shoulder and grabbed his upper arm as my whole body shook while Mark just stood back, laughing. 

It would have been the stereotypical cutesy, romance scene, except Mark ended up scaring Ethan too, so he was hiding in my shoulder, probably shaking even more than I was. 

"What the fuck, Mark?”

“God, Ethan, you sounded like you started puberty all over again, just more violently!”

“Well I wouldn’t have screamed if you didn’t fucking scare us!”

They continued to bicker and I completely forgot about the position I was currently in until Tyler moved his arm. I looked at him, mortified, and began to apologize profusely until he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. The mortified look remained on my face but now it was directed at the floor instead of Tyler, who kept his eyes locked on the movie. He didn’t look at you but you were grateful for that because you had entered full tomato-mode. 

Eventually Ethan and Mark ceased the bickering and you all continued to watch the movie until everyone fell asleep. When you wake up you keep your eyes closed and try to snuggle in closer to the warmth that was pressed against you. It responded by pulling you closer and you opened your eyes to see Tyler just a few inches from your face. You gasped and got up carefully as not to wake him, and looked around to see that everyone was gone. 

You walked into the kitchen and saw a note on the counter.

Y/N

Sorry to leave you and Tyler alone but Ethan and Kat had to get groceries and 

I promised to take Amy on a coffee date. We’ll all be back soon, don’t break anything ;)

Mark

“What the fuck.”

Tyler was still asleep and you didn’t want to wake him up but your stomach was growling like your uncle at Thanksgiving dinner, so you decide to make pancakes. You played some music softly from your phone and swung your hips lightly to the beat. Not paying much attention to anything else other than the task at hand, you didn’t notice when Tyler walked into the kitchen and sat at the island. After you but the first batch on the skillet you turned around to get a plate but nearly screamed when you saw him watching you. 

“Oh please, don’t stop because of me. I just came in to see what smelled so good.”

Your face had gotten brick-red and you tried not to stutter. “I was just making pancakes, I woke up and was hungry so I decided to make up breakfast. The others went out somewhere.” Tyler looked at the note Mark had left and gave it a weird look but didn’t say anything else.

He watched you as you continued to make the pancakes, occasionally offering to help, to which you shut him down.

“But you’re the guest, I should be making YOU breakfast.” He got up from his seat and made his way over to you. 

“Really, I don’t mind.” He kept walked closer until you were backed up against the counter and you could feel his breath on your cheek. Both of you started to lean in and you were just a few centimeters apart when you heard the door slam open.

“GUYS! THERE’S A HUGE FUCKING CAT OUT HERE! THIS GUY’S WALKING IT ON A LEASH!!”

Tyler took a step back and huffed, “Dammit Ethan.”

“IT’S SO BIG IT LOOKS LIKE IT SHOULD BE WALKING HIM.”

Tyler had moved to the other end of the kitchen by the time Ethan and Kat had gotten to the kitchen, several bags of food in their hands. They looked at our red faces and smirked at each other but didn’t say anything as they began putting the groceries away. The door opened again and this time Mark and 

Amy walked in and grinned at the two of you.

“Soooo, what did you guys do while we were gone?”

“Um, I made pancakes.”

“Mhm.” Mark squinted his eyes at Tyler and everyone got a plate full of pancakes and took them into the living room, but Tyler stayed back. I was turned away as I got my own plate of food but was interrupted when He spun me around and pressed his lips to my own. It was quick and sweet, and when he pulled away he rested his forehead on mine.

“I think Mark planned this.”

“Me too.” We laughed and were smiling like goofs at each other when Mark slid back into the kitchen.

​​​​​​​"I did!“

Rules for Dating Tony (Birthday Party)

Tony woke slowly, alone in his bed, because last night hadn’t been a date night with anyone.
He kind of enjoyed it, the few nights he got to sleep alone, because with everyone home now it didn’t happen very often.
So he took a long minute to stretch and scratch his hair and sprawl his legs out–
–and kicked somebody.

“What the hell?” He sat up and stared sleepily at the curled up form of Natasha, just red hair peeking over a stack of blankets. “Widow, what are you doing in my bed?”

“Like you don’t know Stark.” She mumbled and scooted closer against him.

“And you’re cuddling? You’re not a cuddler. Come on, your date night isn’t until Thursday, everybody else will get mad if we break the rules.”

“I’m not breaking any rules.” She yawned and sat up. “I just wanted to say happy birthday.” She leaned into him for a long, slow kiss, then pulled away to squeeze his hand. “I bought us ice cream but figured you didn’t want that in bed with you. Happy Birthday Tony. I can’t wait for tonight.” Then she climbed out of bed and he had just a split second to admire her legs in those tiny shorts before she slipped out the door.

Maybe it was a little unsettling that she had been able to sneak into his room and lay there for who knows how long with out him knowing just to kiss him good morning, but he grinned anyway because he loved it.

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I Can’t Believe We Just Netflix & Chilled

Authors Note: I saw a Netflix and Chill imagine and I had this idea in the back of my mind for a while. I didn’t steal the idea and I’m sorry if people think I did. BTW I made Ethan and Grayson 18 in this. I really hope you guys enjoy :)

It was a rainy, lazy Saturday night in. I was just about to get into a bubble bath when my phone rang. I looked down at the caller ID and saw that it was a facetime call from Grayson. I was wrapped in a white fluffy towel when I answered.

“May I help you?” I said to Grayson with a toothy smile plastered across my face.

“Y/N, please come over. Ethan is going out with Miranda and I’m bored” he said with a pout. I rolled my eyes at him playfully.

“I’m just about to shower Grayson and do some inventory for work. How about I come over tomorrow?”

“You were coming over tomorrow regardless. Come tonight and just sleep here. You’re supposed to be my best friend Y/N!”

“Listen here Dolan, you can’t pull the best friend card. Who dropped everything she was doing to fly to Jersey with you guys when you got your wisdom teeth out because your mom had to work during the day? Who came over with pizza and pancakes when you and Leena broke up? WHO HELPS YOU GUYS WITH VIDEO IDE—“ I got cut off by Grayson

“Okay, okay I get it. You’re a great friend. I guess I’ll just see you tomorrow than. Talk to you later Y/N” Grayson sighed and hung up. I groaned and threw my phone on the bed. I grabbed my pillow and let out a scream. Once I was done having my mini freak out. I grabbed my phone and texted Grayson.

Y/N: Give me 15 minutes you little shit Grayson: Have I told you lately how much I love you? Y/N: You better have order pizza.

I showered and got dressed. I put on a black tank top that I tucked into high waisted jeans, with my, well Graysons 4OU tour sweater, my olive green Nike Roshes and I left my curly hair down. I got into my white Jeep wrangler and headed over to the guys place.

Once I arrived, I met up with Ethan on their driveway. He told me that he was taking Miranda to dinner, mini golf, and than maybe froyo. He kept the front door unlocked for me and I walked in. I headed straight to their living room where Grayson had set up the coffee table with pineapple pizza, water, sour skittles, sour patch kids and popcorn. I made myself comfortable on the couch with my legs crossed and waited for Grayson.

I started scrolling through twitter to see the usual. Shawn Mendes tweets, tweets from a couple of my friends, Dolan fans thinking Grayson and I are dating, and the hate comments that come along with it. The hate has never truly bothered me. I always thought; the more hate I got, the less people would be negative people would be towards the boys. The couch shifting underneath me interrupted my thoughts.

I locked my phone and looked to my right to see Grayson in a white t-shirt that clung to his chest muscles and the sleeves made his arms pop. He was also wearing his black Adidas pants that hugged his thick thighs so well. He looked at me and smirked,

“What are you looking at?” he asked me still with that smirk on his face. “Nothing, so since you dragged me over here, what are we doing tonight Gray?” I asked him quickly changing the subject. I always knew I was attracted to Grayson, I mean who wouldn’t be. He was funny, caring, spontaneous, smart, loving, and the looks were a plus. I’ve been best friends with Grayson and Ethan for about 3 years now, but Grayson is 18 and I’m 22 so I always knew nothing could happen between us. Grayson got up and started looking through his Apple TV. Once he started going through movies he looked over his shoulder and smiled at me.

“Can we watch my favorite?” he smiled at me and started pressing play even before I gave him an answer. I nodded at him and he came and sat beside me again. We started watching “Friends with Benefits” and started eating. About 2 slices in for me and 3 slices in for Grayson, he saw that I started fidgeting.

“You all good Y/N?” I paused the movie and looked over at me “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m gonna go put on my pajama bottoms that I left here. I can’t be in these jeans any longer.” I got up and headed to Graysons room were I had my own drawer. I started going through my drawer and I couldn’t find my pair of trackpants. I must have worn them home and never brought them back here. I grabbed a pair of Graysons black Adidas pants and wore them. They were super long for me and baggy around my legs but well fitted around my butt and thighs. I went back to watching the movie with Grayson. We were half way through when Grayson looked over at me.

“You know Y/N, we could probably do that. Have sex with no feelings, no strings attached. I mean we are best friends so it’s not like it’s an awkward one-night stand. Plus we both have been single for about a year now, so we know we are both sexually frustrated.”

“Woah, speak for yourself Dolan. You might be sexually frustrated but not me. What makes you think we could do this no strings attached, no feelings? I’ve been told I’m a great lover and you’ll get hooked” I winked at him and laughed. Grayson paused the movie and turned his body to face me, which means this was getting serious and he was actually considering it.

“No really Y/N, could you imagine it? We are both single, best friends and we’d vow that if one of us starts feeling anything we’ll stop this and talk about what we want to do next. What do you think?” he looked at him and bite his bottom lip.

I can’t lie and say I’ve never thought about having sex with Grayson, but could I do this? Will I get hooked on Grayson? I thought about this for what it felt like 20 minutes.

“Okay, no strings, no attachments, and if one of us starts to feel something more or if it gets weird we talk about what we do next and THIS DOESN’T CHANGE OUR FRIENDSHIP.”

Grayson smiled at me, “Deal. Did you want to try it out now? I mean we have the place to ourselves.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah okay” I said looking at Grayson hesitantly.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap so his back was against the couch and I had both legs straddling him. He pulled off my sweater and left me in my black tank top, which was very low cut. He placed his right hand on the small of my back above my bum and his left hand made its way to face. Our lips were only inches apart, I felt Grayson’s breaths against them.

“Kiss me,” I whispered, craving his lips on mine.

He slowly pulled me in closer to him until our lips finally touched. We started moving in sync with each other; slow and soft at first but Grayson pulled me in closer and kissed me much harder. His hand that was above my butt had found its way to my butt, which he was grabbing.

He ran his tongue along my bottom lip and I let him in. It made him gasp inside my mouth. I felt Grayson growing harder underneath me. Grayson placed both his hands under my butt and picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. He laid me down on his bed with him on top. He pulled away and looked at me,

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he looked at me with concern.

I bit my lip as I looked back up at him, “I’m okay Gray, really I promise.” Grayson leaned back down and kissing me with passion and tilting my head back, before letting his wet tongue run down my neck. His movement gave me chills. Pressing himself against me, I felt his length grow bigger and bigger, leaving my mouth feeling utterly dry. His hands ran down my body, exploring every inch, like he’d knew exactly where to touch me. It left me trembling, craving his teasingly touches even more.

Grayson wanted to take control, but I flipped us over so I was on top and pushed his chest down, letting myself sit on his stomach. His wide eyes glazed up at me, watching desirably as I undressed myself. I took off my tank top off and slid off the Adidas track pants I was wearing off, leaving me in my black lace bra and pantie lace thong and I didn’t know how much longer I could wait. After throwing the clothes on the floor next to us, Grayson’s hands ran up my body and behind my back, quickly, he slid my bra of me.

“You’re so breath-taking” He whispered, allowing his hands to play with my tender boobs. I threw my head back in pleasure, moaning at his fingers on my chest. I slid off his pants quickly and Grayson kicked them off his legs.

Grabbing the hem of the t-shirt, he reviled his toned chest to me. I bended down, placing damp kisses all over him. He grabbed my hair, pulling hard, as I sucked on his skin. He tried holding back a moan, but he failed at it as I lightly bit and sucked down his chest. His hands were rubbing all sorts of places on my naked body, leaving craving more. I reached down between his legs, feeling how hard and ready he was.

Grayson flipped us over so he was on top and back in control. He started kissing down my chest; to my stomach leaving kisses and bites every so often. He looked up at me before making his way down between my thighs as he looked back up at me. I moan at just the sight of him. It made Grayson bite my thigh in pleasure before spreading them apart. His touch left my body with chills.

I threw my head back, biting my lip hard. Grayson planted damp kisses on both side of my thighs, making it impossible for me to lay still. My fingers wrapped themselves into Grayson’s messy hair, feeling the desire spread around inside you.

“Are you 100% sure Y/N?” Grayson asked me again. I couldn’t speak back, because of the quiet moans continuing to escape my trembling lips. Grayson moved his head in between your shaking legs, before letting his tongue slide over my clit. I twisted the moment I felt him licking. I could feel Grayson smile between your legs. I still had my fingers tangled in his hair.

Grayson’s tongue moved from my clit, up my stomach and made it to my bare chest. He started gently sucking my nipples, biting them once in a while. He truly was driving me crazy. While sucking on my skin, Grayson let two fingers slip inside me, making me rasped loudly.

I pushed my lower body up to meet his fingers inside of me, greedily wanting to feel his touches even more. Grayson backed out a bit so he could look at me. Our eyes met and he sent me a pure smile.

“Just fuck me already” I begged him, completely out of breath.

I kissed Grayson’s neck, biting and sucking to leave little hickeys on him, which made him moan loudly. I loved how my touches made noises like that come out of him. I took the hand with the fingers Gray had inside me, before sucking hardly on them, tasting myself. Grayson watched me with widen eyes. He bit his lip in pleasure, kissing my neck again.

Roughly, Grayson spread my legs again to slide inside me. He grabbed around each thigh and slowly, but harshly, he pushed his length inside of me. Grayson moaned in the moment, which made me pull on his hair. Grayson started moving inside me, picking up the pace, crashing in and out of my body.

I moaned loudly, feeling how Grayson filled out every inch of me. He wrapped his fingers in my hair, pulling it back roughly, wanting me to kiss him. I let my lips close the tiny gap between our lips, allowing my tongue to play with his.

Grayson and I moved together, enjoying every inch and trace of each other’s naked skin. I felt Grayson’s steamy body rubbing against mine, leaving an almost electrifying feeling on my skin.

Grayson let his tongue lick my neck and down to my breasts, before sucking hard. I moaned in his ear, leaving chills all over Grayson’s body. As Grayson reached his point of exploding, I pushed myself towards Grayson’s last and rough move, making the both of us cum.

Grayson pulled himself out of me, and rolled over beside me as we both had to catch our breath. We laid in silence for a couple of minutes before either of us spoke up. Grayson grabbed his comforter and covered the both of us.

“Maybe you were right Y/N, maybe I will get hooked you,” he said with a wink. I threw a pillow at him and groaned.

“What’s wrong Y/N?”

“I can’t believe we actually just ‘Netflix & Chilled’” I said while covering my face. We laughed, got up and got dressed. I can’t believe I just had sex with my best friend.

Caged (2)

Synopsis: What happens when Loki meets someone who actually calls him on his bullshit instead of running and hiding?

Word Count : 850

A/N: I’m not even sorry for starting another series! 😂😂😂

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Pass the Popcorn

Pairing: Stever X Reader X Bucky 

Warnings: smut, Smut, SMUT, sMuT 

AN: Sorry but this is my favorite pairing and this is just dirty sex. Possible part 2 if people are interested 

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Originally posted by gregorybtw

Steve had been pushing for a movie night for the last three weeks but Bucky had been able to get us out of it so far. Tonight was not the case though. Bucky and I had nothing against Steve, not at all, it’s just he didn’t always have the best taste in movies and one of us usually end up falling asleep fifteen minutes in. After a busy week of missions everyone was worn down and just wanted to spend time alone or with their significant other so it ended up being just Steve, Bucky and I.

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the introduction of mon el is like the supergirl writers own a pizza restaurant and they’re trying to introduce a hot new menu item to go with the veggie pizza or the meat lovers pizza or the mushroom pizza or even the pineapple pizza and then they serve you this new item and it’s not even pizza it’s just a plain piece of white bread and you’re like “why am I getting this? can i get the pepperoni mushroom pizza that I had that’s suddenly disappeared from the menu this year?”

the waiter’s like “nope, this is what we’re serving tonight” but you came here for pizza not this plain white bread, ya know? so you’re like okay I’ll give it a chance even though i can see it’s just plain white bread so you take a bite of it and turns out this white bread is fucking stale! they’re trying to serve you plain, stale white bread! so you call your waiter and ask for something else but again he says no

You look around. everyone else has a single slice of stale white bread on their plates. no one is happy except for the dog that someone brought into the restaurant and they’re feeding him the stale white bread under the table.

“Can’t I get some pizza?” you ask.

“This is our new pizza!” the waiter says. “I know we’re known for our margarita pizza but this is sure to sweep that item off the menu.”

“but I like the margarita pizza,” you say.

too fuckin bad. no more margarita pizza. all you get is stale white bread for days and mere scraps of last years’ pizzas that you know and love, and what used to be your favorite restaurant starts to fall short. you brought all your friends here to try your favorite pizza and they don’t get what you like about the place when all they serve is stale white bread.

you show them last year’s menu, because all that’s left of your favorite restaurant is merely a memory

I was scrolling through my feed, sitting in the living room of my boyfriend Jack Johnson’s house, he was currently in the kitchen ordering some pizza.

But as I scrolled down I saw where he tweeted about needing help maintaining his eyebrows. Jack soon came back in the living room. “Pizza will be here in thirty.” He said joining me on the couch. “Jack, I think you need to pluck your eyebrows.” I said jokingly. “You saw my tweet didn’t you (Y/N)?” He asked laughing.

“Yeah I did. You know if you need help with that all you have to do is ask. I’d be more than happy to help you pluck your eyebrows.” I said trying to contain my laughter.

“Okay then, after pizza you can see if you can fix these things.” He said confidently.

Right after he said that the doorbell rang, our pizza was here. Jack paid the delivery person and brought our pizza into the living room. Usually he has to buy more cuz Jack and Madison are usually here, and sometimes the other guys, but tonight it was just us because Jack and Madison had decided to go out.

Sammy is out of town with family, Nate has been nonstop in the studio, Cameron is touring, Hayes he filming, Nash is working on stuff, Matt is filming, so it’s just us tonight. It’s kinda weird, it’s usually crowded and loud and always something reckless happening but not tonight. Just Jack and I watching TV as we eat pizza.

Soon enough we finished eating, putting the leftover pizza for later in the fridge and I went to my purse. I pulled out my tweezers and looked at Jack. “You ready for this?” I asked seriously. Jack was seated on the couch close to a lamp. I turned it on. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” He said nervously. I tried sitting on either side of of him, but both times the light was blocked.

Jack then grabbed my waist and placed me in his lap. This was better I could see now and wouldn’t mess up his eyebrows.

I started shaping them, his eyes were watering so ever so often I stopped and asked if he wanted me to stop. “You’re almost finished babe. It’s just a new weird pain and just the location of it makes your eyes water.” He spoke sweetly. “True, but just know that after a while you’ll get use to it and your eyes won’t water anymore.” I reasoned.

I finished placing the tweezers on the table next to the couch. I went to move but Jack still had a grip on my waist. “Jack, what are you doing?” I asked laughing. He didn’t say anything, he just leaned forward connecting his lips to mine.

His grip tightened on my waist, my hands found their way to his hair. I ran my fingers through his soft, blonde hair tugging on it slightly gaining moans from Jack. His hands moved to my bum giving it a squeezing, this caused me to moan. I felt his lips turn into a smirk.

He broke away for a moment to catch our breath, I tugged at the bottom of his shirt. He pulled it off quickly. His hands made their way up my shirt, his thumbs rubbing over my side as his lips travel from my lips, across my jaw, right below my ear and down my neck.

I couldn’t contain myself, my moans, I wanted him, I needed him now. Jack pulled away and removed my shirt and flung it to the floor. He reconnected our lips again and things were getting even more heated.

“Oh my god! You need to warn somebody!!” We heard from the door breaking apart to see Gilinsky and Madison standing in the doorway. Gilinsky with his hands over his eyes, and Madison laughing at him. I was so embarrassed. I quickly got up and found my shirt. “Oh god.” I sighed. “You can uncover your eyes Gilinsky.” I spoke making my way to the kitchen, and grabbing another slice of pizza.

“We are finishing that later.” Jack said whispering in my ear as he stood behind me. I could feel his bulge pressed against my bum. “Jack, that was so embarrassing, no.” I said. I could feel my face heating up again. He just kissed my check and continued to eat his slice of pizza.

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Hey, long time no post. Sorry about that. I hope y'all like it, even though I feel like it sucks.

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I take a look at the potato chips by my bedside. The smell of salt permeates my brain. My stomach grumbles, letting me know that it’s hungrier than my brain thinks I am.
Ngh, why…? I had wanted to wait for pizza delivery tonight, but this is too tempting… The slender and smooth shape of the bag, the thought of opening it and letting myself go wild…


“…One can’t hurt.”


Gingerly, I pinch the corners of the bag like a newlywed bride taking the veil off her head.
I slowly pull the sides apart, letting the bag reveal the golden insides to me. The sparkles of salt crystals are reflected in the afternoon sun.

“…There we go, now, just one…”

I slip my hand inside and let my fingers do the work. The edges of these chips rubbing against the side of my hand make me want to ravage the insides like a beast, but I manage to hold back.

I pick up one chip with the use of my fingertips, and slowly, I part my lips to engulf it with my mouth…

“..Mmm, mm…”

It’s so sweet and salty… The flavor of the potato perfectly contrasts the sharpness of the salt. I let it sit on my wet tongue for a while, then begin to chew.

I munch.
And I crunch.
And I munch.
And I crunch.

…Aah, this is no good, I’ll have to take another one…!!

I dive back into the bag, grabbing a fistful of chips, barely even chewing as I shove them into my mouth wordlessly. The noise breaks the atmosphere and I feel like a starving lion coming across an intact deer for the first time in weeks.

“Just… mmf, … just one more…!!”

I keep eating. I barely taste it at this point. Now I’m focused on one goal - emptying the bag.

The perfect smoothness of the bag is now gone. It has become crumpled and loud to handle. The newlywed bride is now having her honeymoon, both husband and wife immersed with pleasure.

I keep shoving my hand in the bag, deeper and deeper, filling myself up with chips, until—

“…Ah.”

There’s no more left.

Disappointedly, I close the bag, fold it gently and place it in the plastic recycling…

“I was too quick… I didn’t savor the moment at all…”

Yes… like a pent-up virginal groom who saved himself for years for that one moment, I didn’t even bother to think how the bag was doing…

“…Aah, bag-chan, I’m so sorry for not treasuring you more…!”

I close the lid of the recycling, and get back to work.

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For the Drabble request could I please get Jimin, 32, and have it be a domestic!Jimin AU? Thanks, and congrats on 5k💕

thank you so much for requesting this i loved writing it! and thank you! i hope you like it! 

32.“Babe I did a pregnancy test.”

WORD COUNT: 838

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Away Games; Part two. [Smut]

A/N; Hello lovelies! I’ve been gone for a wee while, I hit a major block but I think you guys might just like this!  Enjoy xoxo

Pairing: ScottMccallxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT.

Word count: 3,625.

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First Apartment Vol 2

A/n: A short series of one-shots of Bughead in their first apartment - one story above the “read more” line, three more underneath! Find the first volume here!!

Tag list: @fiendfyrx


Betty scurried around the living room, adjusting the throw pillows on the couch and picking magazines up off the coffee table.

“Jughead! Are you dressed yet?” She yelled to the other room, finding herself preoccupied with the cheese platter she had so carefully selected.

“Don’t worry, I’m good to go.” Jughead walked lazily into room, finishing up the final button on his shirt as he went. He paused to lean up against the wall, smiling as he watched his girlfriend move to and fro.

Betty turned around and spotted him, stopping to place a hand on her hip. “Amused, are we?”

Jughead moved across the room, grabbing hold of her arms and kissing the top of her forehead. “Very.”

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

“Coming!” Betty called out, turning to Jughead and giving him one last glance over. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

Betty opened the door, and a squeal came from the other side.

“Betty!” Veronica practically lunged forward to hug her best friend. Pulling back from the embrace, she held out a small box, wrapped in silver paper. “For you. An apartment-warming gift.”

Betty happily undid the ribbon, opening the box to reveal a framed photo, taken in their high school days, of Betty, Jughead, Veronica, and Archie sitting in a booth at Pop’s. Placing a hand on her heart, Betty sighed contentedly. 

“Thank you, V.”

“Aw great, was I supposed to bring a gift?” They turned to see Archie standing in the doorway, a goofy grin on his face. 

“Hey man, thanks for coming.” Jughead approached him, giving him a quick hug. “No gift needed.”

“I should have known the great Veronica Lodge would show me up.” Archie sent a flirty grin her way.

“It’s easy to show you up, Archiekins.” Veronica quipped, removing her jacket and making a move toward the couch.

Betty gave Jughead a knowing smile before following their friends into the living room. Veronica and Archie had been on and off ever since high school, and if her use of nickname was any indicator, they were definitely headed toward “on again”.

“The place looks great Bets!” Archie said as he looked around, “I should have known you moving in would spruce the place up.”

“You know it.” Jughead agreed, placing a hand around Betty’s waist proudly, “I didn’t even know what a throw pillow was before this girl came along.”

Betty laughed, “Oh c’mon it wasn’t that bad! But yes, I definitely made a few improvements.”

A beeper went off and Betty clapped her hands together, “Dinner’s ready! Come on everyone, let’s move to the kitchen.”

“Shouldn’t we wait for Kevin?” Veronica asked.

“Oh, don’t worry” Jughead said, “He called earlier, he’s going to be a little late. He told us to start without him.”

Veronica nodded, getting up and moving toward the kitchen, Archie in tow. Betty began to follow, before Jughead stopped her by tugging at her hand and pulling her into a kiss.

“What was that for?” Betty blushed.

“For being you.” Jughead smiled, “For putting on this dinner. For saving me from my throw pillow-less bachelor pad. I love you Bets.”

“I love you too Juggie. Now c’mon, our friends are waiting.”

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A little less conversation, more action Pt 2

adult themes guys

They all sat on the sofas to discuss dinner.

“so what’s everyone in the mood for? Italian, Chinese, sushi?” Magnus asked them, one hand on Alec’ thigh.

“Shadowhunter on the menu too Magnus?” Izzy hinted.

“More like dessert, Isabelle and only for me. If everyone is hungry I suggest something fast and easy” Magnus said. He was ignoring the shocked look Alec was giving him, on purpose.

“so it’s actually Izzy on the menu, then?” Jace laughed. Everyone but Maryse and Izzy found the humour in his statement.

“Oh very funny. I say we get Italian as long as there is pizza with peperoni and sausage” she said to Magnus.

“Maybe Magnus and Alec have had enough sausage for one night, ever think of that?” Jace replied.

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing out of you lot tonight! Will you all behave please?” Maryse remarked, looking cross.

Alec was trying to look anywhere but at Magnus but he seemed to be hiding a smile behind the hand covering his mouth. He rose from the sofa in a fluid motion and went over to the dining table and after a sharp click of his fingers, the table was filled with various pizza boxes and bowls of pasta. They all grabbed a plate each and started helping themselves.

“Oh, garlic bread, I love it” Maryse grabbed two large pieces and after adding some pizza and pasta to her plate, went back to the sofa to eat. She bit into her first piece.

“Yummm, this is really good I have to say you do good garlic bread, Magnus.”

“ I thought it was Magnus’ buns you liked better, Mother” Izzy retorted. Everyone started laughing, Clary even choking on a mouthful of pasta. Maryse looked scandalised for a few minutes but then a small smile curved her lips.

“yes, well I think I walked into that one” she said, laughing. She looked towards her son and his boyfriend. Alec was clearly embarrassed but Magnus was trying not to laugh, for Alec’ sake.

“No mother you walked in on us” Alec replied.

“very good, my love, you’re learning” Magnus told him, giving his cheek a quick kiss. Alec blushed, but smiled back at him.

“I can only imagine what else you’re teaching him Magnus” Jace said around a mouthful of pizza.

“yes well that will definitely remain a secret Jace, but I can tell you he’s a very apt pupil”

“seriously? Magnus!” Alec said, staring at his boyfriend. What had gotten in to him tonight?

“ just warn me before you give him any final exams, will ya? If our parabatai bond keeps burning like it has been, I’ll be dead man”.

“maybe someone should teach Clary mouth to mouth resuscitation then, in case that happens?” Magnus suggested. Clary’s eyes went wide and Jace leaned over to give her a quick kiss.

“that’s not a bad idea, Magnus. I might include that with weapons training tomorrow”

“ weapons aren’t really my thing, I prefer not to handle anything that deadly” he said but then looked up to Alec “present company excluded, of course”.

“Oh I don’t know Mr Bane, the weapon you sent Alec the photo of today looked like it could do some damage” Izzy laughed.

Poor Alec looked like he was about to throw up and unfortunately, Jace wasn’t happy to let it stop there. Maryse made the mistake of joining in the conversation.

“what photo was that?”

“Let’s just say you might of seen the buns but we got to see the full foot long” Jace told her, smirking. Clary squealed at the thought of it and buried her head in the pillows on the sofa. Izzy was smiling at Magnus and slowly nodding her head. Maryse had gone three different shades of pink and red but Magnus was looking quite pleased with himself. Alec flew to his feet.

“I can’t believe you guys tonight, why in the name of the angel would you bring THAT up?” he grabbed the empty plates from around the room and stormed into the kitchen.

“Looked like it was up before we got to see it.” Jace said, soliciting further exasperated noises from Alec in the kitchen.

“what can I say, I have a gift but I think I’d better go and see if I can’t calm my poor boy down.” He rose from the sofa and headed to the kitchen.

Perfect Distraction

Pairing: danisnotonfire x reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: idk like swearing and friendship issues? 

Word Count: 3110

Prompt: Please write one where like at the start of your too much pressure fic the reader is stressed and angry and dan tries to seduce her and it works i dont mind if theres much smut but can you make the seduction part sexy and slow building and stuff if that makes sense thank you!! _________________________

Four times. Four times this month your so called ‘best friend’ had let you down at the last minute because of a boy. A dickhead of a boy too. The first two times she had text to cancel on your dinner plans it had been a few hours before you’d agreed to meet, so you’d let it go. Though you weren’t happy. The third time, she text you to cancel as you were about to leave your apartment. Giving the poor excuse of not really feeling well enough to eat anything, and then posting an instagram of her cosied up to this guy with a pizza and ice cream. This time. This time really took the biscuit. You were actually at the restaurant when she called.

“Hello? Where are you?!” You whisper harshly, not wanting to disturb anyone else but wanting to her to know you were irritated at the fact she was 25 minutes late.

“Hi Y/N, look I’m really sorry but Kieron’s suprised me with a takeaway tonight, he’s just got here with the food a few minutes ago I had no idea he was coming over I promise I’m so sor-”

“So you aren’t coming?” You say bluntly, not needing the answer. “Are you kidding me?! You realise I’m already here don’t you?”

“Oh shit Y/N look I’ll make this up to you we can g-”

You pull your phone away from your ear and stab at the red bar with your thumb. Typical. Standing from the table, you hold down the hem of your dress and walk towards the door, trying to remember where the hell you saw the taxi’s parked. This was one time too many. You could feel people in the restaurant staring at you, as if you’d been stood up. Humiliated and angry, you shove open the door and pace towards the little black cabs.

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Stabbing the key into your apartment door, you swing it open and throw your bag into the hall, making sure the door closes with a noticeably loud ‘bang’.

“Y/N?”

Your boyfriend Dan appears at the end of the hall, wearing his loose pajama bottoms and black jumper. His hair was fluffy and his face was adorably confused and a little in awe of your appearance. You’d dressed up tonight as you’d chosen to meet her in a fairly fancy restaurant. Turned out to be a wasted effort on her… maybe not him. Dan hadn’t seen you get ready or leave as he was at a meeting for Radio 1, and as far as he knew, you weren’t going to be back until late anyway.

“She cancelled again didn’t she.” You say, shoving your palm out in front of you in a gesture of annoyance as you kick away your heels.

“Oh..again?” He says, taking bare-footed slow steps towards you but not meeting your eyes. Instead they were travelling down your body.

“Yes, again, I’ve told you about all this Dan.” You say, pulling out your messy bun and letting your hair fall around your shoulders. “She’s met this fuckboy who I know is sleeping around with other girls but she’s totally in love with him and she won’t listen to a word I say about it. Every time we’ve tried to meet up she’s cancelled last minute for him, and THIS time I was actually sat at the fucking table!”

“Yeah?” He continues to make slow steps, his lips parted in a small smile.

“Yes! What are you smiling at?!” You ask, placing your hands on your hips.

“You look really hot.” He shrugs confidently, sliding both hands into his pajama pockets. You let your arms fall to your sides again, stare at his face and sigh. He never put his hands in his pockets and weirdly it made him look really attractive in that moment.

“So do you. Stop complimenting me whilst I’m mad. It’s not fair. I need you to let me complain about this situation okay?”

“I haven’t seen that dress before.” He replies, his eyes wandering down your body again as he takes another slow step towards you. He had the glimmer in his eyes you knew all too well.

“It’s new. Stop changing the subject.”

“I think you’re a better one.” His voice had dropped lower, like it always did when he was being flirty. He was now only a couple of feet away from you and he smelled beautiful. You take a breath and glance at his chest, before running your fingers through the top part of your hair, flicking it to the side.

“Are you listening to me? Did you miss the part where I said I was sat alone waiting for her?” You try not to smile at your boyfriend who you could see had bitten his bottom lip slightly.  "I want you to be mad at her with me. Stop looking at me like that.“ “I am mad at her, of course I am, I’m just more in love with you right now.” He says softly, reducing the gap between you to about an inch and gazing down at you with his dark brown eyes. He expands his chest ever so slightly and his soft lips move closer to yours. You see his arm move as he takes his hand out of his pocket and you feel his fingers graze the top of your hip.

“I’m not sure what you’re after Daniel” You lie, slowly pressing your body into his, “But I’m going to go and order a pizza, and they best have garlic bread too or else I’m going to be really mad.”

“You’re sexy when you’re mad too.” He mumbles, his eyes fixed on yours.

“Am I?” You ask, leaning your head up and touching the very edge of your lips to his, “Well, right now I just want food.” You lie again. Dan was rarely this flirty, and it was already making you feel all gooey but you knew you could drag this out. You lean back from him and you see his jaw clench and his temple move, a sure sign he was frustrated. You loved the jaw thing, and you doubted he knew that sometimes you wind him up just to see it. What could you say, frustrated Dan was hot Dan.

You brush past him and walk into the kitchen, knowing he would be watching you.

You flick you hair over to one shoulder and pull open the kitchen drawer stuffed full of takeaway menu’s and random papers you find lying around the house, normally the ones Dan has conveniently dropped or ignored, and search for anything with a pizza on it.

“Do you want anything? We could get two if there’s a deal.” You suggest, pulling out a handful and fanning them out in front of you. You hear him pad down the hall towards the doorway and you close the drawer and turn around to lean against the sideboard, still shuffling through the papers.

“Yeah, I could eat.” He replies.

You lift your head to see him leaning against the door frame, his hands back in his pockets and his hair fluffed up as if he’d just ran his fingers through it. He gazes at you as you with his dark eyes and his mouth curls at the edge as you unknowingly stare back. He was giving you little tiny butterflies and all he was doing was looking at you.

“Daniel.” You say.

“What?” He replies, his smile growing.

“Stop it.” You say sternly, biting the inside of your cheek to stop you from smiling back. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and he knew it was working. You were still angry about the failed evening and you weren’t quite ready to let it go.

“I’m just standing here!” He laughs, grinning at you and shrugging his broad shoulders slightly in protest.

“I’m ringing Dominos. You want garlic bread too?” You grab his phone that’s lying next to the toaster and type in the number. You lift it up to your ear, listening to the rings and wait for the answer on the other end.

“I really like that dress.” He says, completely ignoring you again. He takes his hand out of his pocket and raises his thumb to his lips, gently biting down on the very top, staring at you. He walks further into the room and leans against the sideboard opposite you, so you turn away from him and face the cupboards, trying so desperately to concentrate on the phone call.

“Hi, yes, hello.” You blurt out when someone finally answers. “Can I place an order for delivery? Yeah its Y/N Y/L/N, the address should be there… Brilliant yeah that’s the one. Okay can I have a large pepperoni pizza with a crap ton of extra cheese please… yeah honestly just throw it on there don’t hold back.”

You hear Dan laugh quietly from behind you.

“And a large Texas barbecue pizza. Both with portions of garlic bread… Yeah that’s it. We’ll pay on delivery… Alright, thank you, bye.” You hit the red button and slide Dan’s phone back on to the side, finally turning round to face him. He was still watching you, his arms crossed against his chest and his head tilted slightly.

“She said delivery would be about twenty five minutes”

“Okay.”

You let out a sigh and rub your temple, closing your eyes for a few seconds. “I’m going to have to ring her Dan. I don’t care if she’s with that twat, in fact I’m going to tell her exactly what I think of this whole thing.” You reach for his phone again when suddenly he closes the gap between you, his hand taking your wrist.

“Or maybe you ring her tomorrow, and we spend the next twenty five minutes doing something less depressing?” He suggests, moving in close to your face, gently kissing your forehead. You sigh again, this time it had a slightly different meaning.

“Like what?”, you ask, placing his phone down and grasping onto the bottom of his jumper. He moves his hands to your back and you feel him smile against your skin.

“I’ll show you.” He whispers. You breathe him in, trying to forget the stress of the evening, and you feel his hands wind round your waist. He tilts his head and parts his lips, brushing them against yours, and you exhale as he moves one hand to pull a strand of hair from your face. You can’t hold back any more, he’d been teasing you from the second you got home. To be fair, you’d been teasing him back. You force your lips against his, and your hands grip his hips, pushing his jumper up slightly with your fingers. He kisses you back strongly and you feel your stomach twist, not just because you were hungry.

Suddenly, his hands tighten on your waist and he effortlessly lifts you up onto the sideboard, standing between your thighs. You take your hands and wind them into his messy hair, pulling his head forwards as you lean back slightly, deepening your kiss. It had been a long time since you and Dan had been like this with each other, busy schedules and all that. You were going to enjoy these next twenty five minutes for all they were worth.

You take your hand from his hair and hold on to his wrist, which was still on your waist. Wanting him to hold you tighter. Instead, he slows his kisses, and you feel his fingers move to touch the end of your knee. He breathes heavy against your mouth, and his fingers glide round the side of your knee. Your heart is beating heavily in your chest, with excitement. Only 10 minutes ago it was beating heavily with anger. Dan could do amazing things to you.

He continues to give you gentle kisses, and you feel his fingers graze up your leg, towards the top of your thigh. You roll your body into his, and he moves his lips from your mouth to your jawline, and then to your neck. Managing to find the tender spot instantly. His fingers push under the material of your dress and your body tingles in anticipation. His fingertips now so close to your crotch. You encourage him by wrapping your calf round the back of his thigh, pulling his own crotch closer to you. He was however still kissing your neck, and time was ticking.

“Dan,” you mumble against his hair. He pulls his head away and looks at you questioningly with his wide eyes, his lips still close to yours.

“Get a move on.” You open your mouth and bite hold of his bottom lip. Dan grins wickedly back at you, his eyes firey and his cheeks red. His hair unbelievably even more wild than before.

“As you wish.”

He grasps hold of your waist once more and holds on to you tightly, his lips crushing yours as he carries you through the kitchen door towards the lounge. You giggle at him as he almost walks you into the door frame, both of you not really concentrating on direction. You feel the sofa against the back of your legs and he lowers you down. You wiggle upwards and your hands grab at his jumper, desperate to remove it. Dan takes the material in his hands and pulls it over his head, lowering his bare chest back down towards you and resting on his elbows, either side of your head. Your hands run up his ribs and grip at his shoulder blades, his skin warm to touch. You run your hands back down his body as he continues to kiss you, his tongue against yours and small sighs escaping both your lips. You grab at his pajama bottoms and shove them with all the strength you can muster at that angle but they barely budge, so you push at his chest and sit up, with him kneeling over you. You feel his fingers pull at the zip on your dress and a cool breeze hits your back, contrasting with your heated skin. You yank down his pajama bottoms and twist your legs round to position yourself on your knees, so your face is right against his. He runs his hands over your shoulders, pulling your dress down and leaning his head back slightly to look at your increasingly revealed skin.

“You’re being gentle with this one.” You giggle, holding the back of his neck and placing your other hand on his rising and falling chest.

“I told you, I really like it.” He grins back, pulling it down your body. You let your arms fall and he pulls the sleeves down, the dress bunching round your bent knees.

You once again hold his neck and you move your mouth against his. That’s when you feel his fingers against your crotch. Small strokes at first that make your hips wiggle and you cant help but let out a small moan into his mouth. You feel him smile again and his fingers twist your underwear tightly, pulling them down over your hips to join your dress. He lowers you back down, hovering over you but never breaking contact between your chests.

You suddenly feel him grind himself into you, and your stomach knots and your back arches in pleasure. This is what it has been building up to. His bare hot skin against yours, soft and sensitive. You feel his hard length against you, as he runs his fingers up your ribs and under your back, where he unclasps your bra in a matter of seconds (he’d gotten good at this recently) and chucks it onto the floor. You take this time to wriggle your dress further down your body and over your ankles, kicking it away. You use your foot to push at Dan’s pajama bottoms too and breathe heavily against his mouth as you enjoy the few seconds of being fully naked with him, relishing every inch of his body against yours. You open your mouth and push your crotch up against his, creating the friction you were craving.

“Don’t go out with her again. Stay with me.” He whispers. You respond with a kiss.

“Okay.”

He slowly pushes himself into you. A warm wave of pleasure rolls through your body and he tucks his head into your neck, letting out the sexiest groan you’ve ever heard. You roll your hips up to meet his rhythm and feel the heat build slowly and surely deep within your stomach. You wrap your legs around his bum and grip tightly onto his hair. Your moans grow louder with each minute that passes, as do his, until his rhythm changes to faster, deeper thrusts and the waves are now so powerful you almost forget to breathe. Your head tilts backwards and Dan’s teeth sink gently into the soft spot of your neck. His back and chest growing damp with sweat.

You both climax together, when you squeeze his hips with your thighs and bite down on his lip, as he thrusts into you one last time. You feel your thighs quiver and you wriggle beneath him, as he grips your hip with his hand and tries to control his own spasms. You let out a loud few sighs and softly kiss his neck as he breathes against your shoulder. You felt exhausted, but so happy, and had almost forgotten about the pizza when suddenly..

*DING DONG*

“Ah shit.” You hear Dan mumble against you. “They’re early.”

“Yeah,” you grin to yourself. “There’s no way that was 25 minutes.” Dan lifts his head up and opens his mouth wide in mock offense.

“In my defense, you did rush me.”

“Go get the pizza.” You giggle, kissing him passionately on the lips one last time, before planting a single gentle one on his nose.

He smiles down at you before lifting himself away and reaching for his pajama bottoms, shoving them on backwards and stumbling towards the door. You laugh after him, and sit up yourself, finding your knickers in the pile of clothes and sliding his jumper over your head. You feel your stomach grumble in hunger and realise how differently tonight would have gone if your 'best friend’ had actually showed up. In many ways you were still mad at her, but in many more you were glad of the way things had turned out. You were also glad you hadn’t spent the entire evening being grumpy about it. Mind you, that was all down to Dan. He was the most perfect distraction.

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Hope you like this one! Didn’t want to make Dan too dominant because I feel like that’s a whole seperate fic ;) Let me know what you think/any advice. Thanks for reading! x