and when he kissed his head and said i love you

The Princess & The Snake : S.P.

THIS IS PART ONE

a/n: This was not requested, but I have been thinking a lot about Sweet Pea and how he needs a LOT more recognition. So, I wrote this. I absolutely adore him and I really hope you guys like this possible fic!?!?! I am really excited about this so, here is “The Princess & The Snake.”

P.O.V: first person

summary: Y/N grew up alongside Archie, Jughead, Betty, Cheryl, and Josie. Her mother was a hotshot realtor on the Northside of Riverdale and she was one of the girls lucky enough to call themselves a River Vixen. When a bunch of Serpents show up across the street to start trouble with Archie, she meets the one person who could flip her whole world upside down.

warnings: Cussing, violence

word count: 2,497 :)

(gif not mine)

KEY: Y/M/N= your middle name; y/h/c= your hair color; Y/L/N= your last name.

MASTERLIST

❝A bad boy can be very good for a girl❞  

- Melissa de la Cruz

Originally posted by my-sweet-pea


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That Was.. Wow

Requested: No

Word Count: 1637

Summary: Steve stopped talking to you after he started dating Nancy. Now he’s back in your life.

Steve Harrington. The one and only person who understood all of your problems at school within the last year. To be fair, it wasn’t Steve’s fault that these things happened. SATs in junior year are bound to stress anyone out. But it was his fault that he distanced himself from you.

Math class, senior year. You had started the year assuming that everything would be a breeze. After all, Will was safe, everything was seemingly back to normal. You were quite happy with your life. You weren’t head cheerleader or anything, but you were popular enough that people could recognize you in the halls and out in public. Former ‘King Steve’ sat right next to you in math. The same King Steve that had dropped you for Nancy.

To be fair, you’re still good friends with Nance. Even after her breakup with Steve, you two remained close, partly because Steve shut you out, but mostly because Nancy Wheeler is one hell of a good friend. She had always been there for you in the past, so it was only fair that you were there for her.

Even when she started dating Jonathan a few weeks after she dumped Steve. Which left the boy heartbroken yet again. Only this time, Steve wanted to talk to you about what had happened.

Which is why you’re currently sitting next to him on the hood of his car in the middle of the night, out in the middle of nowhere, gazing up at the stars. Wearing his jacket.

“It’s just, I thought she really loved me. I thought she was the one, Y/N.” Steve said quietly, as if there was someone other than you that would hear him in this rare moment of weakness.

“Look, Harrington. I know this doesn’t mean much coming from me, but I think you’re an amazing guy and Nance was lucky to have you.” You said, matching his quiet tone.

Steve looked at you, causing you to look over at him as well. You expected to see sadness shining in his eyes, but instead you were met with wonder and interest. It was almost as if he couldn’t believe you thought of him that way. You smiled softly, nudging his side gently.

“You’re a catch, Steve Harrington.” You said, laughing slightly.

“That means a lot coming from you, Y/N. You’re the Queen of Hawkins High.” Steve said simply, smiling as if you’d just told him he’d won a million dollars.

“Me? The queen of Hawkins? No way, Harrington. You’re crazy.” You replied, laughing. There was no way that people actually held you that high in their heads. You were lying to Billy when you had said that.

“I’m just glad you’re here with me instead of being somewhere on a date with Billy.” Steve said, his voice becoming quiet once more, “He doesn’t deserve you.”

“He’s an asshole and a total flirt, Steve.” You said, sighing, “Do you honestly think I’d go for someone like that?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Steve said, nodding as he looked back up at the sky, “Do you still think I’m an asshole like you did last year?”

“No.” You said simply. It was a brief and quick answer, but it was true.

Steve had changed. He was no longer the flirt of the school, or a heartless asshole. He babysits the young boys of the party. Mike, Dustin, Will, Lucas, they all love him. Dustin especially.

Steve had taken Dustin under his wing, and Dustin had immediately accepted Steve as his older brother/father figure in a way. He helped him with demodogs as well as the Snowball. He had even given Dustin tips on how to do his hair. It was adorable.

Steve Harrington had an interesting personality. He was hard to read at times, but at other times, he was an open book. His eyes showed so much emotion when he truly cared deeply about something.

Which is why when you see the way his eyes light up when you answer his question, your heart skips a beat or two.

Wait, when did your heart start doing that flippy over thing when Steve looked at you?

You look away from Steve and back at the sky, trying to fight the heat rising to your cheeks. It is November, so you could blame it on the cold weather, but Steve would see right through that facade.

“You know, Y/N, I never thanked you for what you did.” Steve broke the silence, glancing at you for a brief moment.

“Stay away from my kids.” You said, glaring daggers into Billy, “And stay the hell away from Steve.”

“Oh, now Harrington has to have his little girlfriend stand up for him? Did Nancy Wheeler really knock him that far away from his throne?” Billy spat, crossing his arms.

“Steve was never on the throne.” You said, crossing your arms in return, “I was, and I still am. You don’t run this school, Hargrove. I do. Stay the hell away from all of us, or it won’t be just your pretty little car that gets hurt next time.”

“It was nothing.” You replied quietly, pulling Steve’s jacket closer to your body, “He tried to kill the kids, and he beat the shit out of you. I couldn’t let him get away with that.”

Steve nodded, smiling softly, thinking about how he had shown up at your door, his face a bloody mess after Billy had gotten to him.

You opened the door, only to be met with a bruised and bloody Steve Harrington.

“Steve, what the fuck happened?” You asked, quickly pulling him inside and dragging him to the bathroom.

“Oh, you know, just me being clumsy.” Steve said, laughing slightly before wincing at the pain in his side.

You frowned, sitting him down on the side of the bathtub, rushing to grab the first aid kit from the cabinet.

“I don’t believe you.” You said quietly, moving over to him to clean the cuts on his face, “Your lip is split.”

“Really? I didn’t notice.” Steve said, flinching when you cleaned the cuts.

“Yeah, shut up, Harrington.” You said, pulling him up after wiping all the blood away, “Follow me.”

Steve followed you down to the kitchen, sitting at the table once you got there. He caught the bag of frozen peas you tossed him, holding it to his eye.

“Any special instructions, Nurse Y/N?” Steve asked, smiling softly.

“No kissing anyone until that lip heals.” You said, grinning, “Oh, and clean the cuts on your face every day.”

“Got it.” Steve said, nodding and standing up, walking over to you, hugging you tightly, “Thank you.”

“Y/N, can I ask you something?” Steve said, looking over at you.

“Yeah, of course. What is it?” You asked, looking at him as well, noticing how the moonlight shined onto his face.

“Why are you here with me right now when you could be literally anywhere else?” Steve asked quietly, swallowing slightly.

“Because I care about you, Steve. I don’t want you to go through anything alone. You don’t deserve that.” You replied, matching his tone.

“Well, yeah I guess, but why? I don’t deserve you as a friend or anything more.” Steve said, looking down at the ground.

“Can I ask you a question?” You said, looking down at the ground as well, thinking for a moment.

“Go for it.” Steve mumbled, low enough that you wouldn’t have heard him if it weren’t for being in the middle of nowhere.

“Why are we out here? We could be at my place watching a movie or something.” You replied, looking up at the sky again.

“I like the quiet sometimes, Y/N.” Steve teased, nudging your side, “Especially when I’m with my favorite girl.”

“I’m your favorite girl?” You asked, looking over at him. Surely he was kidding? You hadn’t helped him that much tonight.

“Well, duh.” Steve said, looking at you, grinning, “You’re honestly my favorite person. You make me feel like I can be myself.”

“Man, of course you can be yourself. You’re a special guy, Steve.” You said, smiling at him.

“Can I ask another question?” Steve said after a moment, looking at the sky again.

“You just did, Harrington.” You replied, laughing slightly as you looked back up.

“Oh shut up, Y/L/N. I was trying to be serious.” Steve said, laughing as you did. He turned back to you, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Okay okay. Ask away.” You said, nodding and looking over at him.

“Can I kiss you?” Steve questioned breathlessly, licking his lips.

You nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment. He leant over, pressing his lips to yours, causing you to immediately melt into the kiss.

You moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and experimentally tugged on his hair, causing him to groan slightly into the kiss and wrap his arms around your waist.

You both pulled away after several moments, leaving both of you breathless. You smiled, laughing and resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“That was..” Steve started, holding you close to his chest.

“Wow.” You finished for him, pressing a small kiss to his neck before pulling away.

“Exactly. That was wow. I’m so glad I did that.” Steve said, grinning as he brushed a piece of hair out of your face.

“Well, Steve Harrington, would you do me the honor of being my King?” You asked, feeling your heart skip a beat when he looked up at you with major heart eyes.

“Oh my god, yes, of course.” Steve said quickly, jumping off the hood of the car. He grabbed your hand, pulling you off the hood as well before kissing you softly and hugging you tightly.

blush — p.p.

summary: peter tries his best to be smooth, but you love your peter when he is a blushing mess so you do whatever it takes to make him melt

author’s note: OKAY SO i am sorry if this is short and it’s not well written but my head is exploding because of stress woops i still hope you will like this because i like this concept!!! ALSO i want to say thank you for 150 followers! i love you all. so much. get ready for the 200 followers celebration 👀   p.s. look at my soft baby up there i am speechless i love him too much

warnings: none i think??? A LOT OF FLUFF


you were writing an essay for school on a foggy saturday night. your boyfriend, who happened to be peter parker, also known as the super-hero of queens, knocked on your window.

you still remember when he told you he was spider-man. you were the second person to know about it, ned was first. you didn’t get mad though, and you weren’t surprised. sometimes you feel like he loves him more than he loves you, but this is a different story. you didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or to cry. your boyfriend. spider-man? absolutely insane. you worry so much about him but you would never let him go because of that. you will always see him as a hero, with or without the costume.

you got up of the chair rapidly because you noticed that he was probably freezing.

“pete, what are you doing here?” your hair was tied up in a messy bun and you were wearing a pair of sweatpants and peter’s midtown sweatshirt. peter couldn’t help but smile widely at how adorable you looked.

“i just needed to hear your voice” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“you know, they invented these things called phones” you sarcastically replied, squeezing him tightly before pulling away and laying on your messy bed.

“that’s it? i came here to see you and you don’t even kiss me”.

you raised your eyebrows at him, amused. “woah baby, where did this come out from?” you said, smirking. he was about to reply when you continued.

“get changed first and then we’ll talk about it”. you were trying to be sarcastic, but you were feeling giddy. the effect he had on you was indescribable.

he put on some of his clothes that he had left in your apartment a few days before and the moment he walked in your room, he said “[y/n], come here and kiss me”.

without realizing it, you were frowning. where had all of this confidence been hiding? you couldn’t recognize him that day. most of the time he asked to kiss you and you had to reassure him that it was okay.

being with him always felt like you were at the start of your relationship, even if you started dating months ago.

this attitude was new to you. you didn’t mind it but you fell in love with the dorky and nerdy side of peter, and you wanted it to come out. you started elaborating a plan in your head to make him turn into the real him, the one that makes your stomach clench and makes you dizzy because of how cute and shy he is.

you knew that it was a matter of time before he broke. you took that as a challenge. you thought of how lucky you were to have him when you saw how sleepy and cuddly he looked. he was wearing baggy clothes and his hair was disheveled. you were holding yourself back from kissing him.

you walked towards him and cupped both of his cheeks with your hands. that made him instantly bite his lip, so your plan was working.

“you look adorable” [y/n] said, caressing his cheek.

“you do” he replied without hesitating. he was proud of himself because he was used to stutter around you. you were surprised, but you knew what to say to make him melt.

“peter?” she asked with a soft voice.

“yes?” he murmured.

“i love you” those three words. they made his whole face turn red. he covered his face with his sweater paws and he shook his head.

he groaned. “are you kidding me? why don’t you let me be the smooth talker for one day?” he put a arm on your waist and gave you a peck. his head fell on your shoulder and he wrapped himself around you.

“because that’s my job. and you are adorable when you blush” you said, stroking his hair. you felt that his cheeks were burning up.

you stayed there cuddling for so long that you thought that peter was falling asleep. after a few minutes you heard him mumble something in your hair.

“i love you too” he whispered, leaving small kisses on your neck.

in that moment, they felt like they were holding their world.

Double Dates and Little Brothers

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

word count: 1k

pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

warning: none

request: Steve Harrington request of being Dustin’s older sister and close with the whole party and you’re helping the girls get ready for a date with their respective boys at your house and Steve overhears you talking about him since he was hanging out with Dustin and El asked “if you like Steve and he likes you why you aren’t together”?

a/n: Hey everyone! I’m back with another Steve fic. I love him so much? He is an absolute angel in the second season. I hope you all like this one :) If you have any questions,feedback, or requests, you can leave them in my ask box :)



Giggles could be heard throughout my room as pop music played softly in the background. Max and El had come over and asked me to help them get ready for their double date.I happily obliged, seeing the two of them like younger sisters that I never had.

“You guys are so adorable,” I hummed as I helped El with putting on light makeup on her face.

“You’re the one making us look nice for this so it’s thanks to you,” Max said as she sat criss cross on the bed, waiting for me to finish with El since she had been done first.

“You both already look nice, I’m just helping you look a little nicer,” I hummed and stepped back once I was done. “Are you both excited for your double date?”

El nodded, “and nervous.”

“You shouldn’t be. I know Mike likes you a lot so you have nothing to worry about when you’re with him,” I smiled at her reassuringly.

“Do you- Are you with someone?” El asked curiously.

“No, but she likes Steve!” Max exclaimed before I could answer.

Blush came to my cheeks as I quickly denied it, “No I don’t. I do not like him.” But it was obvious that I was lying. “… Well maybe a little..”

Max kept her laughs in and tried to disguise them as a cough, but she had let a giggle slip though.

“If you like Steve… and he likes you why aren’t you together?” El asked slowly.

“Because he doesn’t actually like me, sweetie. He likes someone else.” I sighed and shook my head.

I smiled at them to cover up the bit of sadness I had let peek through and said, “Anyways, you both are done and ready for your double date.”

A honk from outside the house signaled that Mrs. Wheeler was here to take them to their date.

“And right on time, too,” I hummed as I helped them up and walked out with them.

Once they finally got into the car and drove away I made my way back to my room and picked up a book to read, planning to stay in until they day had ended and it was time to go to sleep.

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Burning Desire | Sweet Pea x Reader

Fandom: Riverdale

Rating: T

Words: 1439

Pairings: Cheryl Blossom/Toni Topaz, Reader x Sweet Pea

Summary: While tagging along to meet Cheryl’s mystery lover, Reader catches the eye of a certain raven-haired Serpent.

A/N: Fic title is based off of Queen Lana’s Burning Desire. Also, I hope I’ve done justice to Cheryl in this fic. If not, forgive me!! (hides in a corner).


“FOR the last time, Cher, I’m not wearing that…scrap of cloth!”

The redhead was undeterred as she looked at your form and mused, lips pursed. The two of you were in her room as she looked through her mammoth closet to pick out swimwear.

Today, Cheryl was in the mood to go out, trademark maple red lipstick, sunnies and designer hat on as she flaunted her figure in a stylish, red monokini that emphasised her ample assets and made her look stunning. As Cheryl Blossom always did.

You had no qualms about pleasing your best friend, patiently waiting as she tried on one bathing suit after another. However, you drew the line when she emerged from her closet with a risqué bikini that made you blush just by looking at it.

“I didn’t know you were such an old biddy, Y/N. You’re beautiful and you’ve got assets. You need to show them off. Besides, this is Agua Bendita. It is designer and I got it for you.”

You frowned. “I don’t care. And what’s wrong with what I plan to wear?”

“Do you really want me to tell you, little elf?”

You glanced down at your outfit, a simple black vest, shorts and flip-flops. “I look fine, Cher.”

“Nah nah. No best friend of mine is going out looking like a hobo.”

“I am not changing! Besides, why do you want go out anyway? And to the quarry, no less? Are you hoping to catch the eye of a Serpent or something?”

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Different Can be Good

Challenge accepted!

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               Harry sat down defiantly in one of the office chairs. He knew that it was pointless since the headmaster wasn’t there to witness it, but it still made him feel better. This was stupid, completely and utterly stupid. Since when does the victim get in trouble for self-defense? It wasn’t his fault that Carrow chose him as his weekly punching bag. Nor was it his fault that this punching bag fought back. Maybe next time Carrow will think twice before beating up innocent students.

               “I can hear you thinking from here.” A drawling voice had Harry peering over at a boy close to his own age. He must have been angrier than he realized, if he had walked in and missed him. The boy was clearly of money. That was obvious by designer clothes that probably cost more than Harry’s flat that the government provided for him. Slick blonde hair was styled in a way that Harry would never have had the patience for. Grey eyes were looking at him in a calculating manner.

               “Did you lose a fight?” The boy gestured to Harry’s right cheek that was already bruising. Carrow had gotten in one clean shot before Harry had taken control.

               Indignation clawed at Harry’s skin and he bristled angrily. “No. I will have you know that I sent Carrow to the hospital. Bloody idiot just attacks anyone who appears to be weaker than him.”

               A pale eyebrow lifted as Harry was scrutinized once again. He fought a shiver as those silver eyes darkened for just a moment. “Well, that explains what you are doing here. Can’t say that Carrow didn’t have it coming to him.”

               “Did he attack you too?”

               The blonde snorted loudly. “Heavens no. My father owns the property that his family’s business runs out of. He attacks me and not only does his loan with the bank go up in flames, but a mysterious case of food poisoning enters their goods at their bakery and they lose customers.”

               Well. Harry certainly knew that this boy was not one to be crossed. He was alarmed but incredibly intrigued.

               “What brings you here? It can’t be the welcoming atmosphere.” He shot a look to the secretary who was glaring at them in a suspicious manner. As if by just existing, they were doing something wrong. Harry always thought that Filch was a horrible face to greet parents or students. Try calling in sick to that man. It was nearly impossible.  

               Another amused noise left the other boy and Harry found that he quite liked it.

               “I have been suspected of being behind the algorithm that overrides the anti-cheating software in the computers. They believe that I am selling this algorithm for a price.” The blonde’s smirk let Harry know that this was probably true.

               “Suspected?” Harry prompted, eyebrow lifting up questionably.  

               “Nothing they can prove.” There was arrogance in his tone but Harry was of the belief that it was warranted. “It’s always wise to have fall guys for your fall guys. For all they know, I am completely innocent.”

               When the smirk widened, Harry knew that this boy was far from innocent.

               “We are very different people.” Harry breathed out, liking this already.

               The smirk faded into a genuine smile and Harry was positive his breath caught somewhere in his throat, painfully.

               “Different can be good.” There was a pause, one that Harry was inclined to think that the boy was going for a dramatic effect. “I’m Draco Malfoy.” The blonde held out his hand.

               “Harry Potter.” He whispered back, extending his hand.

               The warmth of Draco’s hand in his own was something he rather liked. Their handshake went on longer than was strictly necessary but neither one seemed to care.

               “Since I am completely innocent.” Draco began, adopting an innocent expression that Harry did not buy for a single moment. “And you are the victim of a known bully, I do believe we will both be walking out of here free men.”

               “Mhm.” Harry tilted his head to the side, wondering where Draco was going with this.

               “I was thinking that you and I can find out just how different we are. Together.”

               Harry grinned, looking down at his fingers before peering up a little shyly. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

               “That depends.” Draco leaned closer, eyes sparkling. “If you say yes, then of course.”

               “If I say no?” Harry wondered, leaning closer as well.

               “If you say no, then your hearing was obviously not working well. Which is horribly embarrassing for you and I walk out of here with my pride intact.”

               Harry laughed warmly, shaking his head. “Then to save myself the embarrassment of hearing you incorrectly, I would love to go on a date with you.”

               Silver eyes danced in amusement but the pleased smile on Draco’s face let him know that the boy was pleased.

               A clearing of a throat had them both looking over to see Headmaster Dumbledore standing by the hallway with narrowed eyes.

               “Mister Malfoy, I will see you in my office now.” The man looked to Harry. “Mister Potter, McGonagall will see you in her office.”

               Draco rolled his eyes before standing up and offering Harry his hand. He didn’t need the help up but he loved the idea of their hands brushing together anyways.

               “Would you like for me to wait here for you, if I get done first?” Harry whispered, keeping his voice low.

               Harry was entranced by the way a light pink flush appeared on Draco’s face at his question. He had been of the opinion that nothing could get to the fierce boy.

               “I’d like that.” Draco whispered before pressing a kiss to Harry’s uninjured cheek.

               Despite the fact that both Draco and Dumbledore had walked away, Harry couldn’t help but smile down at the floor, hand covering his cheek.

               “Mister Potter, I don’t have all day to wait on you.” McGonagall’s voice carried from down the hallway. “And neither does your new boyfriend, who will be finished before you at this rate.”

               Harry snapped his head up, feeling his face heat up. She was standing down by her office, arms folded. “He’s not—” He paused when she lifted an uncaring eyebrow and pointed to her office door.

               “Right.” Harry cleared his throat. “Sorry ma’am.”

               It wasn’t until an hour later that he was walking down the hallway leading to the office that Harry caught sight of Draco waiting for him. The smile the boy gave him, made the previous lecture he had endured worth it.

               “I think I should thank Carrow.” Harry mumbled to himself, coming up to where Draco was now standing. Without the bully, they never would have met like this. Perhaps they would have come in contact further down the road but this had been memorable.

               “I think not.” Draco seemed aghast at the idea. “I’ve already come up with several different ways to get him back for attacking you. Each one of them worse than the previous. Want to hear them?”

               Harry was once again reminded how different they were. “Absolutely.” He highly doubted that Draco would listen to his opinion that Carrow should just be left alone, so he didn’t voice any objections. Just listened to the blonde enthusiastically describe his ruthless imagination.  

               But as Draco said earlier, different can be good.

Torn Part 1 — Sweet Pea x Reader & Jughead x Reader

Originally posted by always-klaus-forever-kol

Summary: You are Tall Boy’s daughter and have been best friends with Sweet Pea since you were in diapers. You’ve had a crush on him since you can remember, but when Jughead and Betty break up he shows interest in you. Who will you choose?


A/N: I was originally going to make this triangle with Sweet Pea and FP (because they’re obviously my favorite two guys and if you like the idea I can still write it) there shouldn’t be any warnings except swearing, drinking, and hints of smut.

I was sitting at the Whyte Wyrm with Toni sipping beers, but I wasn’t listening to her; I was watching Sweet Pea who was trying to pick up some Northside trash that wandered in, “earth to Y/N,” Toni said waving a hand in my face.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“You know he’s clueless right?”

“He’s just not interested,” we had a conversation the other night and he said he ‘wasn’t ready.’ I may not have been the most experienced with guys, but I knew that was bull shit.

“Then it’s his loss. Let’s get drunk and forget about him.” She waved to the bartender and ordered two shots, “leave the bottle,” she instructed him.

After a few shots and some girl talk Jughead joined us, “how are you lovely ladies doing?” He pulled up a bar stool and sat between us.

“We are in the process of forgetting,” Toni said.

“Can I join you?” Toni and I nodded. We took shot after shot, but Toni couldn’t keep up, “I think I’m going home. I can’t take another sip.” She left Jughead and I alone.

“You know, you look beautiful tonight.” Jughead said out of nowhere.

I could feel my face turn red, “Thanks.”

“Do you want to go to my place? It looks like the party is dying here.”

I looked around and he was right. The bar was nearly empty; except Sweet Pea, Fangs, and my dad. Fangs and my dad were engaged in a heated conversation, but Pea’s eyes were on Jughead and I, “I’d love to.” Jughead wrapped his arm around me and we walked back to his trailer.


The next day. Sweet Pea’s POV


I dialed Y/N’s number and called. Straight to voicemail, “fuck,” I threw my phone across the room. Just then it rang. I raced across the room to answer and without looking I picked it up, “Y/N?”

“Caller ID genius, it’s Toni.”

“Oh, hey.” My disappointment was obvious.

“You really know how to make a girl feel loved. What’s wrong?”

“She left the bar last night with Jughead.”

“He was probably just walking her home.”

“He was kissing her!”

“They probably hooked up. Why do you have a stick up your ass?”

“Because I like her,” my voice filled with sadness.

“You rejected her. Sweet Pea you can’t keep her on standby until you magically feel ready.”

“I know I was an ass.”

“You need to let this play out. There’s nothing you can do.”

“The hell there isn’t. I’ll talk to you later.” I hung up the phone and looked outside my window towards FP’s trailer. “She’s still there,” I whispered to myself. Not thinking I stormed over there and pounded on the door.

“What do you want?” Jughead rudely asked. “We’re busy.”

“I need to talk to Y/N. Now!”

“Sweets? What are you doing here?” She poked her head out of the door from behind Jughead. She was just in her jeans and a bra. My stomach dropped. “Jughead can you give us a second?”

“Yeah,” he walked out of sight.

“I needed to talk to you.”

“I’m listening.” But instead of talking I kissed her without thinking. She stepped outside letting the door close behind her, not breaking the kiss at first, but then she did, “what are we doing? I need to go.” She opened the door and grabbed her jacket not even bothering to put on a shirt, “Jughead I have to go home she called to him across the trailer.”

“Y/N?” I asked.

“I need to go. This,” she motioned in a circle,” is too much right now.”


Y/N’s POV


I called Toni, “he kissed me,” being incredibly vague.

“You stayed at Jughead’s and he only kissed you?” Toni was unimpressed.

“No,” I told her the story.

“What are you going to do?”

“I have no idea what should I do?”


A/N: okay guys there will be a part two, but I want to know who you guys think should win Y/N’s affection. Comment your opinion please! Hopefully you like this story!

Tom Holland Smut

The house was loud with laughter as Y/N made her way through her relatives and friends towards the stairs. It was a Sunday night and just like every Sunday night, her family was together. Her aunts, uncles, cousins, boyfriends, girlfriends, and a few friends. Everyone was here except for her boyfriend, Tom.

Normally she would be downstairs, talking and hanging out with everyone but tonight was different. She missed Tom and just wanted to be alone. She hadn’t seen him for almost a week and it had been torture.

It had been a year since he had become known as Spiderman and now he was constantly filming movies. He was traveling back and forth between the filming locations and their hometown, just so he could see her. Y/N had been very firm that she wanted to finish school before joining him on his adventures and Tom had easily understood, surprising her with how patient he had been.

Closing her bedroom door behind her, she laid down on her double bed, grabbing her book from the nightstand. Instantly she became lost in a dystopian world only returning when there was a light knock on her bedroom door. The doorknob turned as she put her book down, next to her.

In the doorway stood Tom, grinning at her.

“Tom!” she cried, jumping from the bed and running towards him. “You’re back!”

Tom laughed, wrapping his arms around her. “I missed you babe.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist, placing her head against his toned chest. They stayed wrapped up together, until Tom pulled away, looking down at her. HIs brown eyes locked with hers as he leaned down, brushing his lips along hers. Slowly his lips moved against her’s, kissing her gently. He tasted like the mint toothpaste that he used.

As the kiss became more heated, his hands ran moved along her sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Tom gently pushed the door shut with his foot as he lead Y/N back to the bed. The back of her legs bumped against the bed and she sat down, scooting towards the head of the bed. Tom crawled on top of her, his hands on either side of her before returning his lips to hers.

His lips moved from her’s, along her cheeks, and down towards her neck. He placed soft kisses along it, making sure not to leave any marks. She let out a soft moan as he hit a particular spot, causing him to place his hand over her lips.

“We have to be quiet love,” he murmured.

His fingers moved to the hem of her green shirt, lifting it up, revealing her stomach. Bending down, his lips moved over her stomach as she arched her hips towards him. The throbbing between her legs wanted Tom touch her but her common sense was telling her that they probably shouldn’t be doing this with her entire family downstairs. They tended to get pretty noisy and she didn’t want her family to hear anything.

“Tom shouldn’t we wait? My family is downstairs…” Y/N whispered.

Tom looked up at her. “I don’t think I can wait. We just have to stay quiet.”

With that being said, Tom’s fingers worked the button on her jeans, moving them down her legs. Using her feet she was able to kick them off so that they landed in a pile on the floor. He pulled her underwear off before placing his lips right below her belly button. She held in a moan as Tom’s lips moved down towards her core, letting it out as his tongue moved along her folds. Y/N bit down on her bottom lip as his tongue moved along her core, hitting her sensitive spot.

Because it had been a while since she and Tom had done anything, she could already feel a knot begin to form in her stomach. His tongue swirled around her clit and she thrust her hips towards Tom as she came undone.

Tom sat up satisfied, a smirk drawn on his face. Y/N moved to sit up too, moving slowly since her legs felt like jello. She was afraid to stand up but was surprised she was able to do so and she came to a stop in front of him.

“Stand up,” she ordered.

He gave her a questioning look before obliging. Y/N knelt down in front of him, her fingers on the waistband of his jeans. His erection was evident against his blue material and she placed her hand over it, gently squeezing. Tom let out a moan causing Y/N to giggle.

“Harder than it looks, huh?” she asked.

Tom shook his head at her comment, running his fingers through her hair. Her fingers unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down along with his black boxers. HIs erection sprang free, slapping against his stomach.

Her hand wrapped around it, pulling it towards her. Y/N’s tongue moved over the tip, licking up the precum that had begun to form. She felt Tom gently tug on her hair, urging her to continue. She moved her tongue along the shaft, teasing him. When her lips returned to the tip, she moved them down his length, taking as much of him as she could in her mouth, the rest wrapped in her hand. She moved her lips back and forth, feeling Tom begin to tense up and she knew he was close to his high.

“Not yet,” he whispered; his way of telling Y/N to stop.

He grabbed her hand, pulling her up and leading her towards her desk chair. He sat down and she sat down on top of him, straddling him. His length brushed against her core as she placed her lips back against his.

She wasted no time, moving her tongue into his mouth and tangling it with his. Tom’s hands moved down to her waist, helping her keep a steady rhythm as her hips rocked against his. She made sure that her core brushed against Tom’s length, knowing it would drive him crazy.

When Tom couldn’t take it anymore, he moved a hand from her waist and down towards his length. He lined it up with her opening as she slowly slid onto it, allowing him to fill her up. She waited a moment for her body to adjust to his size before moving up and down, Tom placing his hand back on her waist, helping her.

Y/N buried her head in Tom’s neck as she continued to move, already feeling the knot in her stomach return.

“I’m close,” she breathed.

Tom nodded, indicating that he had heard her. With two more movements, she felt her walls clench around him. Her legs became weak as she tried to continue, helping Tom towards his high. He released inside her, whispering a string of curse words.

They stayed on the chair, wrapped in each other’s arms until Y/N was sure she could stand. Bending down, she pulled on her underwear and jeans, walking over to her mirror to inspect her hair. While she was fiddling with it, Tom came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“You’re coming over tonight, right?” he asked.

Y/N nodded. “Of course.”

Tom smiled. “Good. I told Harrison that he had to stay at a friends because we would be noisy most of the night.”

“Tom!” she squealed, turning around to give him a soft smack on the arm.

“Sorry love but you know it’s true,” he replied, grabbing her hand.

Together they headed down the stairs to rejoin her family, hoping that no one had noticed they were gone too long.

Barely Legal (NSFW) (Part 6)

Chapter: 6/?

Warnings: Smut. Tony tries to be a dom but he falls back into his sweet self, spanking, a bit of language.

Barely Legal - Masterlist

Originally posted by hollaforholland

Tony dropped you to the bed with a hungry look in his eyes and the two of you used the moment to take off your overcoat, and bit your lower watching him take off his button shirt.

When you moved your hands to take off your bra, he quickly moved close to you and pinned them down.

“No. I’m the one who is gonna do it. You gotta pay me back after teasing me so much.” He said darkly, and you licked your lips.

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Stroke of luck: “Dad”

Word count: 1500-ish

Pairing: Dean X Reader, Violet.

Warnings: Feels, fluff! ;)

Series Summary: Dark highway, middle of the night, a bad boy driving an Impala, and a Damsel in distress. Too cliche? Think again.

A/N: This is set immediately after the last chapter (Part-15). Violet’s first morning in bunker with her dad :)

This is also my entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s color’s of fall writing challenge. My prompt was: cooking. Since I know you’re following the series, I took the liberty of adding it to this. I hope you don’t mind? love ya <3

Feedback is really REALLY appreciated!

Stroke of luck Masterlist

Originally posted by fandom-oneshots-etc

Dean felt the excitement even before he opened his eyes. It was crazy. It felt like being alive for the first time. After a long time, he didn’t know what to expect out of today. He didn’t want the moment he was in to end, but he couldn’t wait for the next moment either. Is that how complete and utter contentment felt like? Or was it unabridged happiness?

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Exchange Student -9- Jungkook

Originally posted by kookmint

Exchange student -9- Jungkook

“‼️a/n; Warning, this chapter has smut in it!”‼️

🎧Playlist, which I listened to whilst writing🎧

Parts; Masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 |

Pairing; Jungkook x reader

Rating; Mature

Genre; Fluff, Romance, SMUT

Word count; 3.739

Synopsis; having an exchange student living in your house, shouldn’t be a problem unless this exchange student is Jungkook from BTS.


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Not So Evil - Jack Kline X Reader

WARNINGS: YELLING, SWEARING, SELF HARM, STABBING, 13X02 SPOILERS

“Seriously? You brought Lucifer’s son to the bunker!?” I whisper yelled at my brother, Sam, who was obviously not in his right mind. I let them go out alone for a couple days and the come back with the literal spawn of Satan. He looked about my age, but that was the only similarity.

Sam rolled his eyes, “It’s the best thing, we need to protect him from the angels, if they find him they will kill him,” he said sternly.

“Then let them! Sam, he’s evil-”

“You don’t know that! He’s a kid, not a monster!” Sam yelled at me, losing his cool, and catching the attention of the spawn of Satan, yet he stayed silent.

“Dean, please back me up here.” I said, crossing my arms.

Dean sighed, “Look, I agree with you that, that thing, is evil, but we need to keep him here in order to keep everyone else in the world safe from him, that’s the only reason I agreed.”

I let out a frustrated groan, “Just keep him away from me,” I said through gritted teeth, glaring at Jack, who looked at us with innocent eyes, he sure was good at faking it.

He looked hurt at my words, and for a split second I felt bad, but I immediately shook the thought, remembering what he really was. A deceptive, manipulative, evil nephlim.

Sam let out a sigh, “Come on, Jack,” He said, “Let’s get a room set up for you.”

Jack nodded and followed Sam out if the kitchen. I looked at Dean, “Unbelievable,” I said, “He’s treating that thing like it’s a stray dog.”

Dean let out a breathy laugh, before turning serious, “Just keep your distance, I don’t need my baby sister getting hurt,” He said, bringing me into a hug. “Don’t worry,” I mumbled into his chest, “I have absolutely no desire to get anywhere near that thing.”

“Good,” Dean said.

It was then that Sam walked in, causing me and Dean to pull apart. “I need to talk to Dean, why don’t you go get some rest,” he said, slightly ruffling my hair.

I nodded, giving both Sam and Dean a quick kiss on the cheek, saying “I love you,” before leaving. No matter how mad I was at my brothers, I always made sure to tell them I loved them, because in this life you never know if you’ll live long enough to say it again.

The sounds of Sam and Dean faded as I walked back to my room, a new sound filling my ears. One that was growing louder as I continued down the halls.

It was an odd sound, a sharp, wet sickening sound followed by the occasional groan. I began to run down the hall, worried someone had snuck in or was being harmed.

I rounded the corner and came upon an open door, a figure held a knife and was repeatedly stabbing itself over and over again, it took me a minute before I realized who the figure was.

“Jesus Christ! Jack!” I called out, running into the room and grabbing the knife, accidentally cutting my hand in the process.

“Shit,” I hissed as blood began to accumulate in my palm. “What the hell Jack!” I yelled at him, wrapping my hand in a shirt that was on the floor.

“Exactly, what the hell am I?” Jack said, defeat in his voice. I took in his appearance, his shirt has multiple rips in his shirt, but no cuts were anywhere to be found, he had healed himself.

“I don’t know, but you can’t just stab yourself, that’s not okay!” I said. Jack hung his head in shame, “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, sitting down on his bed.

“Shit,” I mumbled, as the blood from my hand began to soak through the shirt I had wrapped it in. I rushed to the sink and unwrapped my hand, holding it under the running water.

The cut was deep, and it would more than likely need stitches.

“Do you need help?” A voice behind me said, causing me to jump and grab my gun and aim it at whoever it was, which happened to be Jack.

Jack’s eyes widened, and his face turned to mixture of anger and fear, and he looked like he might lash out.

I quickly put my gun away, “I’m not gonna shoot you, you just scared me, it’s a reflex,” I said, holding my hands out, blood dripping from my palm and on to the floor.

Jack’s face softened as he reached out.

I immediately backed up against the wall, “Stay away from me,” I warned him, clutching my hand to my chest.

“I want to help you,” he said, confused. He reached out again, and since I couldn’t back up anymore, he was able to grab my hand and hold it in his.

I stared at him as he closed his eyes, and my wound healed itself. When he opened his eyes, a smile spread across his face, “I did it,” was all he said.

I continued go stare at him, not quiet sure what to think of the situation. Jack backed away until he reached his bed, and sat down on it

“Are you scared of me?” He asked, tilting his head go the side

“You’re Lucifer’s son, what do you think?” I said, my back still pressed against the wall. “I read about him,” Jack said, “I can understand why you are hesitant to trust me.”

I nodded, still not sure what to say, so I simply made my way to the door, taking the knife with me so he couldn’t hurt himself again.

“Do you think I’m a monster?” Jack said suddenly, causing me to stop in my tracks and turn around.

It looked as if Jack was crying, my heart hurt at the sight, and realization hit me. Maybe Jack wasn’t evil, he’s just a kid who was being defined by his father and was scared and confused.

I had judged him unfairly when I hadn’t even had a conversation with him, maybe Sam waa right, maybe he can be saved.

“I don’t want to be a monster,” he said, his voice breaking a bit.

I walked to him and sat down beside him on the bed. I reached my hand up and pushed the hair out of his face, smoothing it back, before running my hand down his back comfortingly.

“Why do you and Dean hate me?” He asked, letting his tears fall.

“Jack, no,” I whispered, “No, we don’t hate you. Dean is just scared, and so was I. I made an assumption about you, and I was wrong, it wasn’t fair, I’m sorry.”

“I’m gonna hurt someone,” he said, “I don’t want to, but I will.”

“No you won’t,” I said sternly, “You’re not evil, you’re not a monster, and you won’t hurt anyone.”

Jack shook his head.

“Jack, you just healed me, would a monster do that?” I said, showing him my hand to further my point. He only shrugged.

“Jack, look at me,” I said.

Jack’s sad eyes met mine, and I gave him a soft smile. “You’re not a monster, you’re a good person.”

It was Jack’s turn to stay silent.

“Promise me that you’ll never hurt yourself again,” I said, and Jack nodded. I let out a sigh of relief. “Why don’t we watch some TV?” I suggested, which prompted a nod of approval from Jack.

I flipped the TV on to Scooby Doo and we sat on his bed, I leaned against the back board and Jack rested his head on a pillow.

After a out an hour and a half I looked down to see Jack sound asleep, his mouth slightly open, soft snores escaping his lips.

I smiled at the sight, I was confused as to how I thought someone so innocent could be so evil.

I gently placed a blanket over Jack and pushed his hair out of his face.

“Evil, huh?” A voice said.

I lifted my head and looked at Sam who was leaning against the door frame, a smile on his face.

“Maybe not so much,” I said, a smile on my face as well. Walked to Sam and grabbed the knife, handing it to Sam, “I’d keep this away from him, he was stabbing himself with it.”

Sam’s eyes widened, “He was stabbing himself?”

I nodded, “He wants to know who he is and what he can do is pretty much what he said. But I think part of him thought he deserved it.”

Same nodded, I could tell he was worried about Jack, and for a good reason. “Why don’t you get some sleep?” He said, “You need it.”

I shook my head, “I think I’m gonna stay here, look after Jack, just in case he wakes up and decides to do something stupid again.”

Sam smirked, “That’s the only reason?”

I blushed and hit Sam in the chest, “Fuck off,” I whispered, “You’re gonna wake him up.”

Sam softly chuckled and planted a kiss on the top of my head, “Goodnight, kid,” he whispered. “Goodnight,” I whispered back.

Once Sam left, I walked back over to Jack and placed a light kiss on his cheek, “Sweet dreams,” I said, before sitting in the chair next to his bed, and eventually falling asleep.

Okay, so this is a birthday present for one and only @maxmayfield! You’re getting old Val, lol! I hope you make all your dreams come true and you are happy because you are a wonderful person who deserves the best! Your writing skills are mind blowing, your kindness is wonderful, and sometimes I still can’t believe I can call you my friend! Love you 💖💖💖

This is super short because I just got home three hours ago and had a really hectic day I’m sorry :( But anyways, it’s based on your superpowers!au and headcanons you wrote for it, because this au and ‘Outside The Realm’ by Big Giant Circles got me so freaking inspired I just HAD to get it out, I hope you don’t mind??? Okay I’m gonna stop rambling now, happy bday love and I hope you enjoy this!

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'You need to control yourself, Mike. You nearly blew us all up this time! ’ she huffed, unzipping her backpack and taking out some bandages and a bottle of water. 'You can’t lose control. Someday someone might use that against you. Trust me.’ she said more softly.

He frowned, not responding, still looking down at his burnt and battered knuckles.

’ Mike. Mike! Look at me. Please?’

He lifted his dark eyes, still full of anger and fear.

'She hurt you.’ his voice broke slightly and he frowned even more. 'I saw you screaming, and crying, and she was just looking at you like it was nothing a-and…’

'Kali knows what she wants and how she plans to get it. ’ El bit her bottom lip to keep it from quivering. ’ I let my guard down. I was foolish, thinking that she could change. ’

She sat in front of him, their knees touching, and she started wrapping his burnt knuckles in bandages. She kept her eyes on his palms, rough and bigger than hers, with long slender fingers that were touching the insides of her hands gently as she tied the bandages.

He, on the other hand, gazed at her with a turmoil of emotions in the darkness of his lenses. There was longing that never left his eyes when he looked at her, there was pain that came from seeing her tears and hearing her screaming for help, yelling at someone to leave her alone, yelling for him, Mike, begging him to come back. As if he would ever leave her. There was warmth and shyness that were brought by her touch on his still too hot skin.

She finished tying the bandages and touched his wrist lightly, on a healed burn scar he got when they fought Kali’s Gang for the first time.

He lifted his hand and brought it up to her face, lifting up her chin with his fingers, wrapped in white.

’ I just… I just couldn’t bear it, okay? I had to do something. I just had to, I wasn’t thinking straight… I couldn’t control it. It just… It just happened. ’ he closed his eyes for a second.

'You’re going to get yourself killed. Or you’re going to kill yourself some day. ’ she said trough her teeth, looking at him with a strange mix of anger and worry.

A sudden thought ran through his head, that if it would mean she was safe then he would die a thousand times, but he kept it to himself, knowing she would only get angry.

'I’m going to be fine, El.’

Those words were only a whisper as their lips were a mere inches from eachother, their quiet breaths the only thing separating them.

'Do you promise?’ she glanced up into his eyes, a stubborn look still in her chocolate lenses.

He promised her with a soft kiss, his calloused thumb hesistantly brushing her cheek.

’ You are such a mouthbreather, you know? ’ she whispered when they parted, unable to keep a shy, soft smile off her lips. Leave it to him to make her feel like a careless, lovesick teenager she should be able to feel like all the time.

’ I try my best. ’ he grinned, red in the face, as she brought his wrapped up knuckles to her lips and kissed them lightly.

The Montreal Problem

Epilogue: Part 2

Summary: The reader has big plans to spend a month in Montreal with her boyfriend. The problem? He breaks up with her just as her flight is leaving. Now she’s going to be stuck in an unfamiliar city for a month with no place to stay. That is, until an unexpected hero offers her a solution.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Epilogue 1

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anonymous asked:

Could I have the S/O who gets cold really easily but with McCree, Prefall Gabe, and Reinhardt?! I related to that original ask way too much cause I'm always freezing cold! Thank you!!

Yes you can! and your very welcome.

McCree: 

  • Temperatures have really never effected him
  • Not wanting to make a fuss, you never told him. There was no point in bothering him, right?
  • It turns out though, you get super cold really easily
  • You’ve know this for awhile
  • He never thought about why you are always wearing heavy sweaters
  • Or why you like crawling into his shirt or coats when he’s taken them off
  • Its because their still warm from his body heat
  • And the man is hot. Physically and temperature wise.
  • One day, what was suppose to be a hot day ended up cold and rainy
  • You ended up running home from work in shorts and a t-shirt
  • When you got home, Jesse came to great you with a towel but found himself surprised
  • Your lips were blue and you were shaking like a leaf
  • As much as he’d usually enjoy the sight of a wet t-shirt sticking to you, unfortunately he was much more concerned now
  • Picking you up, he carried you right upstairs
  • “You’re freezing,” he said, surprised and he immediately sat you on the side of the tub, turning on the warm water
  • Stripping the wet clothes off of you, you sat there nude and hugging yourself
  • Jesse rubbed your arms, waiting till the water was hot enough before putting you in
  • The hot water covered your body to your shoulders, and you sunk in a bit more, it burning a bit against your cold skin but you didn’t mind. You just didn’t want to be cold anymore
  • Jesse stripped too, climbing in behind you and he cradled you to his chest
  • “You get cold quite easily, don’t you?” Jesse asked, finally putting the pieces together. “That’s why you wear all that heavy gear when the temperature is anything less then hot.”
  • Embarrassed, your face flushed and you nestled into his chest, thankful to have him in the tub with you
  • “We need to start takin’ better care of you, darlin’,” McCree drawled, sighing softly and pressing a kiss to your head. “Silly bean.”

Prefall Gabe:

  • The man is not in command of Blackwatch for nothing
  • Despite his tendencies to make bad choices, he is perceptive
  • Gabe has known since before the two of you started dating that you got cold easily
  • Honestly, he doesn’t think even you know it yet
  • He’s managed to keep you rather bundled up
  • Whenever you go out he insists you wear a jacket
  • The man is always concerned for you
  • One day the two of you are out on a date
  • You insisted on going out for a picnic in the park
  • It was early spring and the cherry blossoms should be opening soon
  • You hoped they would be open when the two of you got there
  • They weren’t, unfortunately, but that was okay
  • Just being with Gabe made the trip worth it…
  • Except you did not come dressed for cold weather
  • Even though it was very much cold
  • You insisted you were fine, as Gabe stared at you
  • You tended to be stubborn, but so did he. The longer he asked if you were cold, the more you would deny it
  • When you started to tremble lightly, he glared
  • “I’m fine, Gabriel. You worry too much,” you insist, though you were at least able to admit to yourself that you were freezing
  • It had been a bad idea not to wear a jacket
  • When your face seemed even a shade pale, Gabe called it all off
  • “That’s it, we’re going home,” he said, packing up the food. You protested, but your boyfriend literally hauled you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes and carried you like that
  • You struggled but you weren’t let down until fifteen minutes later when you reached the house
  • Putting you down, Gabe glared. “Next time, wear a damn coat, would you?” he growled, but he kissed you hard. It was a long, passionate kiss and now you were unsure if you shivered from the cold or from him.
  • When he pulled back, both of your breathing was a bit heavy
  • “You’re lips were blue,” he said, before trudging into the kitchen.
  • After a moment, you hurried after him. “Waittttt! They still are!” you whined, wanting more kisses

Reinhardt:

  • Both of you are fully aware of how cold you get
  • Which is fine
  • The man has a stock pile of sweaters for you
  • You love to bury yourself in your favorite quilt at home when your really cold and you’ll snuggle on the couch with it for your favorite movie
  • If your lucky and Reinhardt is home, the huge bear of a man will get into the burrito with you and the two of you with snuggle together
  • His body heat is amazing
  • If nothing else works, you like to pull him on top of you in bed
  • But not in a dirty way?
  • Its like having a massive, muscled blanket of immeasurable warmth on you
  • You love snuggling on him at night
  • He’ll shiver when you press your toes to his feet
  • One day the two of you were out with a bunch of your friends from Overwatch
  • You were all sitting out at a café. It wasn’t particularly cold or warm, but the breeze was making it a bit more chilly for you then you had anticipated.
  • Reinhardt noticed you shivering almost immediately
  • So even though you were in the middle of a conversation with Tracer, he pulled you right into his lap and wrapped his arms around you
  • The warmth of his body was comforting, and you nestled in
  • It really didn’t matter to either of you whether or not this was deemed inappropriate
  • No one seemed to mind of course
  • Then again, Tracer was holding hands with Emily
  • Genji was shyly sitting very close with his master
  • Hanzo was pretending not to like the arm casually strewn over the back of his chair by McCree
  • And Mercy was giggling while Soldier tucked her hair behind her ear
  • So honestly, no one could really talk when it came to you simply sitting on his lap, especially when he was just trying to keep you warm
  • His huge hands encompassed yours, and you sighed happily as he rested his chin on the top of your head
  • You loved your goliath of a man
When Jamie serves Claire...

Ladies, think we’ll get this jokey-porny-horny banter?

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“One more thing, Maitland,” I said.

“Oh, yes, mum?”

“Will you go down to the galley and ask Mr. Murphy to send up a bottle of his strongest vinegar? And then find where the men have put some of my medicines, and fetch them as well?”

His narrow forehead creased in puzzlement, but he nodded obligingly. “Oh, yes, mum. This directly minute.”

“Just what d’ye mean to do wi’ the vinegar Sassenach?” Jamie observed me narrowly, as Maitland vanished into the corridor.

“Souse you in it to kill the lice,” I said. “I don’t intend to sleep with a seething nest of vermin.”

“Oh,” he said. He scratched the side of his neck meditatively. “Ye mean to sleep with me, do you?” He glanced at the berth, an uninviting hole in the wall.

“I don’t know where, precisely, but yes, I do,” I said firmly. “And I wish you wouldn’t shave your beard just yet,” I added, as he bent to set down the tray he was holding.

“Why not?” He glanced curiously over his shoulder at me, and I felt the heat rising in my cheeks.

“Er…well. It’s a bit…different.”

“Oh, aye?” He stood up and took a step toward me. In the cramped confines of the cabin, he seemed even bigger—and a lot more naked—than he ever had on deck.

The dark blue eyes had slanted into triangles of amusement.

“How, different?” he asked.

“Well, it…um…” I brushed my fingers vaguely past my burning cheeks. “It feels different. When you kiss me. On my…skin.”

His eyes locked on mine. He hadn’t moved, but he seemed much closer.

“Ye have verra fine skin, Sassenach,” he said softly. “Like pearls and opals.” He reached out a finger and very gently traced the line of my jaw. And then my neck, and the wide flare of collarbone and back, and down, in a slow-moving serpentine that brushed the tops of my breasts, hidden in the deep cowl neck of the priest’s robe. “Ye have a lot of verra fine skin, Sassenach,” he added. One eyebrow quirked up. “If that’s what ye were thinking?”

I swallowed and licked my lips, but didn’t look away.

“That’s more or less what I was thinking, yes.”

He took his finger away and glanced at the bowl of steaming water.

“Aye, well. It seems a shame to waste the water. Shall I send it back to Murphy to make soup, or shall I drink it?”

I laughed, both tension and strangeness dissolving at once.

“You shall sit down,” I said, “and wash with it. You smell like a brothel.”

“I expect I do,” he said, scratching. “There’s one upstairs in the tavern where the soldiers go to drink and gamble.” He took up the soap and dropped it in the hot water.

“Upstairs, eh?” I said.

“Well, the girls come down, betweentimes,” he explained. “It wouldna be mannerly to stop them sitting on your lap, after all.”

“And your mother brought you up to have nice manners, I expect,” I said, very dryly.

“Upon second thoughts, I think perhaps we shall anchor here for the night,” he said thoughtfully, looking at me.

“Shall we?”

“And sleep ashore, where there’s room.”

“Room for what?” I asked, regarding him with suspicion.

“Well, I have it planned, aye?” he said, sloshing water over his face with both hands.

“You have what planned?” I asked. He snorted and shook the excess water from his beard before replying.

“I have been thinking of this for months, now,” he said, with keen anticipation. “Every night, folded up in that godforsaken nutshell of a berth, listening to Fergus grunt and fart across the cabin. I thought it all out, just what I would do, did I have ye naked and willing, no one in hearing, and room enough to serve ye suitably.” He lathered the cake of soap vigorously between his palms, and applied it to his face.

“Well, I’m willing enough,” I said, intrigued. “And there’s room, certainly. As for naked…”

“I’ll see to that,” he assured me. “That’s part o’ the plan, aye? I shall take ye to a private spot, spread out a quilt to lie on, and commence by sitting down beside you.”

“Well, that’s a start, all right,” I said. “What then?” I sat down next to him on the berth. He leaned close and bit my earlobe very delicately.

“As for what next, then I shall take ye on my knee and kiss ye.” He paused to illustrate, holding my arms so I couldn’t move. He let go a minute later, leaving my lips slightly swollen, tasting of ale, soap, and Jamie.

“So much for step one,” I said, wiping soapsuds from my mouth. “What then?”

“Then I shall lay ye down upon the quilt, twist your hair up in my hand and taste your face and throat and ears and bosom wi’ my lips,” he said. “I thought I would do that until ye start to make squeaking noises.”

“I don’t make squeaking noises!”

“Aye, ye do,” he said. “Here, hand me the towel, aye?”

“Then,” he went on cheerfully, “I thought I would begin at the other end. I shall lift up your skirt and—” His face disappeared into the folds of the linen towel.

“And what?” I asked, thoroughly intrigued.

“And kiss the insides of your thighs, where the skin’s so soft. The beard might help there, aye?” He stroked his jaw, considering.

“It might,” I said, a little faintly. “What am I supposed to be doing while you do this?”

“Well, ye might moan a bit, if ye like, to encourage me, but otherwise, ye just lie still.”

He didn’t sound as though he needed any encouragement whatever. One of his hands was resting on my thigh as he used the other to swab his chest with the damp towel. As he finished, the hand slid behind me, and squeezed.

“My beloved’s arm is under me,” I quoted. “And his hand behind my head. Comfort me with apples, and stay me with flagons, For I am sick of love.”

There was a flash of white teeth in his beard.

“More like grapefruit,” he said, one hand cupping my behind. “Or possibly gourds. Grapefruit are too small.”

“Gourds?” I said indignantly.

“Well, wild gourds get that big sometimes,” he said. “But aye, that’s next.” He squeezed once more, then removed the hand in order to wash the armpit on that side. “I lie upon my back and have ye stretched at length upon me, so that I can get hold of your bu**ocks and fondle them properly.” He stopped washing to give me a quick example of what he thought proper, and I let out an involuntary gasp.

“Now,” he went on, resuming his ablutions, “should ye wish to kick your legs a bit, or make lewd motions wi’ your hips and pant in my ear at that point in the proceedings, I should have no great objection.”

“I do not pant!”

“Aye, ye do. Now, about your breasts—”

“Oh, I thought you’d forgotten those.”

“Never in life,” he assured me. “No,” he went blithely on, “that’s when I take off your gown, leaving ye in naught but your shift.”

“I’m not wearing a shift.”

“Oh? Well, no matter,” he said, dismissing this. “I meant to suckle ye through the thin cotton, ’til your ni**les stood up hard in my mouth, and then take it off, but it’s no great concern; I’ll manage without. So, allowing for the absence of your shift, I shall attend to your br**sts until ye make that wee bleating noise—”

“I don’t—”

“And then,” he said, interrupting, “since ye will, according to the plan, be naked, and—provided I’ve done it right so far—possibly willing as well—”

“Oh, just possibly,” I said. My lips were still tingling from step one.

“—then I shall spread open your thighs, take down my breeks, and—” He paused, waiting.

“And?” I said, obligingly.

The grin widened substantially.

“And we’ll see what sort of noise it is ye don’t make then, Sassenach.”

~ Voyager ~

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Foul play.

A/N: Finally I can post this! I’ve been writing this fanfic for days now but I didn’t have the time to post it! I hope you all like it and I have to tell you this is a AU!Bucky in which he’s an actor because I started to write it as Sebastian, BUT I don’t know why, I started to feel cringe at he idea of writing about a real person. Anyway, enjoy this!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Words: 2,235.

Warnings: Use of toys, Oral sex, Unprotected sex, Bucky being a lil’ shit, language. 18+ only, MINORS GO AWAY.


Originally posted by asdarknessfell

“Are you ready?” you shouted, typing on your phone and waiting patiently. You heard your boyfriend grunting something and you rolled your eyes. It was unbelievable the amount of time he needed to get ready.

“Stop complaining! You’ll get free food!”

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arubymeadow  asked:

Could you do Adrienette “Why are you ignoring me?” please? Double points for Marinette saying it to Adrien :D

“Why are you ignoring me?” Marinette grumbled, tossing her phone back on the coffee table. 

Nino patted the top of her head as he passed behind the couch. “Adrien’s just having a hard time right now, Mari. He’ll call back soon.”

“It’s just not like him, you know? No matter how upset he’s been, he’s always talked to me.”

“This is different,” Alya said gently. “He just lost the last family he has.”

“Don’t you think I know that? I’m the one who…” Marinette trailed off, shaking her head. “And you know what? He didn’t. Gabriel was not the last family he had and we’re going to show him that.”

“What’d you have in mind?” Nino asked.

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Plagg dropped a package on Adrien’s chest. “Get up, Kid. You need to see this.”

Adrien rolled over, pulling a pillow over his head. “Don’t make me take off the ring again,” he growled.

The pillow dissolved to ash and Plagg floated above Adrien as he coughed, wiping the remains away. “Stop being an ass and watch this.”

He glared at his kwami, rubbing the silver ring on his hand thoughtfully. Plagg stared back at him, challenging. “Fine,” Adrien huffed, grabbing the package and ripping it open. A disc case slid out, a green sticky note with a paw print carefully drawn in black ink on top. He ran a finger over the grooves the pen tip had made in the paper. Marinette always had a heavier hand when she was drawing. 

Adrien pulled his laptop on his bed with more effort than it should have taken and slid the disc into the side. 

Marinette appeared on the screen, hair up in a smooth bun and makeup soft. “Hi,” she said quietly. “This is my seventh take.” She laughed and it was a healing sound, spreading warmth through Adrien’s chest. Her eyes grew serious. “I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now. I’m so sorry, Kitty. I wish there was something I could do to make it all better.”

Nino appeared behind her. “We just want you to know we’re here for you, dude. Sorry for the dramatics of the whole dvd in a package thing, but you haven’t left us a whole lot of choices.”

The view swung around and Alya’s face filled the screen. “Don’t listen to him, Adrien. He was way too excited about this and is just sore that I’m the one holding the camera.” 

Marinette and Nino were suddenly in front of the screen again. The view shook a little and Alya appeared with them. “We love you,” Marinette said with a small smile. “We love you and you’re our family and we’re here for you when you’re ready. That’s all we wanted to say.”

The video ended and Adrien hit play again.

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Marinette woke up to the sound of heavy boots above. She blinked up at the skylight and glowing green cat eyes looked down at her. Light was filling her room as Adrien dropped down to the edge of her bed while she moved across to meet him. They hugged each other tightly, Adrien shaking as Marinette held him. 

“I’m sorry I–”

Marinette shook her head, cutting him off and pulled him back up the bed to lie down beside her. “Sleep now. We’ll face the rest tomorrow, together.” 

He kissed her softly and nodded, eyes sliding shut.


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